Unbetitelt

Just Reblogs of things that i like. 30+ years old.

[sissy-prinz]

[sissymarcia]

Sie hat das wirklich gemacht ❣️😍

[la-guarderia-abdl]

[tamagottchy]

Es geht doch nix über einen schönen Ausritt

[captaininverted]

A little playtime is good for them 😊

[holes4allga-deactivated20240608]

it’s owner, the perfect Goddess Katie, like to let other Goddesses use it for Her entertainment. She loves for Her property to be physically and mentally degraded, humiliated, extremely physically abused and damaged. One of its favorite things is to hear Her laughter when it screams and cries in intense and beautiful pain.

[shaven7]

Thar diesnt look pleasant but Mistress threatens that I will be receiving that treatment shortly.

[stinky-in-pinky]

A Douche With No Name

I can't remember his name. Billy? Benny? It doesn't really matter. Just another douchebag from the bar. He was pretty aggressive and pushy, not taking any hints, slurring his words, and having no regard for personal space. The final straw, though, was when he grabbed my ass out of nowhere.

It took a lot to maintain my composure. I took a deep breath and smiled up at him. "Watta you say we go back to my place?"

I was surprised at how quickly he agreed. Not to coming home--any guy would be chomping at the bit to go home with a girl like me. No, I was surprised at how quickly he agreed to let me tie him up. I had to keep my smile from getting too big until the final strap was administered...then I was victorious.

He didn't complain when I put the blindfold on, but he had a lot to say when the pacifier pressed into his mouth, but the large rubber bulb put a stop to that. I cinched it around his head a little tighter than usual.

Getting the completely buttonable onesie around him took some work. He started thrashing a lot, but a couple hard punches to the balls set him straight. The real whining, though, started when he figured out what was going on his waist.

I don't think he knew at first. He looked around quizzically when he heard the crinkling. Once I had it properly fluffed, two more punches to the balls got him to lift his hips. Even when he lowered back down onto it, I still don't think he comprehended. It wasn't until I pulled it up and started taping it on tight that he finally figured it out. I don't really know though, I just assume from the noises he was angrily shouting into his pacifier that he finally put two and two together. He struggled against his bonds and screamed into his gag for most of the night.

******

I was a little disappointed to find he hadn't shit himself by the morning. Still, his pamper was pretty plump. His muffled protests began again once he heard me enter. I ignored him, instead patronizing and degrading him for the state of his diaper. The way his cheeks reddened made me giddy inside.

I snapped my fingers. "Come!" I barked.

There was a jingling of bells as the sissy crawled into the room. This one was named Kyle. Or, 'Kylie', as he was now called. Kyle had been extremely rude to one of my best girlfriends, and even called her a "fat ugly bitch" when she turned him down at the club. I swooped in and took care of that. He was soon in the same position as 'ole whats-his-name here. (Was it Brad? I think it was Brad.) Kylie did poop overnight, and had quite the little mouth on her too boot. She changed her tune pretty quick once the diaper rash started to set in and she was begging for a change though. I had my fun with her and then sent her on her way, but not before administering a flattened steel chastity device. I think it was only two weeks later that Kyle was blowing up my phone begging to do anything, ANYTHING to get the cage off. He eventually did, but not before I got him all dolled up and made him blow a guy in the nightclub bathroom. That was 6 months ago. Kylie's been my pretty little sissy maid ever since. I don't think he'll ever call a girl fat or ugly again.

"Up!" I commanded, Kyle. My tone was so sharp it made Brandon(?) flinch, startled in his position on the bed. Kylie immediately jumped to her feet. "Lift." I said, circling her, watching her quiver.

Kylie gripped the hems of her frilly skirt, and lifted it above her hips, even kicking her leg back into a little curtsey. I'd trained her well.

I didn't need to squish the front of her diaper to tell she was absolutely soaked, but I did it anyway. I also didn't need to bend her at the waist and check for poop, I could smell her from down the hall, but I did it anyway. I liked watching her flush with embarrassment. You'd think she'd be used to it by now. Guess not.

"Tell me what you did in your diaper."

"I went pee peeth and poo poo's Mithstwiss!" Kylie whimpered.

"Higher!"

He repeated it, louder and in a much girlier pitch, but it could still use some work. The lisp was adorable though.

In the corner of my eye, I could see Brody squirm on the bed. Did he know is diaper was in for the same fate?

I gripped Kylie's crotch, pressing my fingers around the stiffness of her cage. "How long has it been?" I asked, leaning in close and speaking softly into his ear.

"17 dayths Misthwess!"

"Not since you came like a slut, idiot!" I barked, smacking him across the face. Obviously I would remember when he spewed through his cage while I was fucking his ass with my 10 inch strap. "I mean when you came like a 'real' boy!"

His bottom lip quivered. "39 dayths Mistwess..." he whimpered, staring straight ahead, "...and 7 hours."

I couldn't contain my evil, wicked cackle. How could I forget when I made him stroke his little 3 inch dick on the floor while absolutely covered in cum at the bukakke party? I still can't get the laughter from all the men out of my head as he spurted his loser load into his splayed open diaper after only six tugs of his two fingers.

"Well, today's your lucky day, sissy..." I giggled, motioning to Blake on the bed. The sissy gulped, shaking, trying to contain his excitement.

"Pull your diaper open." I ordered.

His hands quaked as his fingers fumbled with the waistband of his diaper. He gently pulled it forward, allowing me to see the inside. Sure enough, his flat metallic cage practically had a waterfall of sticky juices leaking out of it. I pulled my bracelet off of my wrist, brandishing the tiny key. It had been a while since I'd used it. I made sure to carefully maneuver it into his diaper, not wanting to get any of his disgusting mess onto my hands. The key slipped into the lock, and I heard his breath catch as I clicked it open. His slimy cock immediately grew to its full 3 inches, dribbling massive amounts of precum. I wasn't worried about him taking off now that his cock was free. The locking choker around his neck would light his ass up like a Christmas tree if he stepped off the perimeter.

"Are you excited?" I giggled, watching him tremble with anticipation.

"Yeth Mistwess!!" He nodded frivolously.

"Go on." I said, tapping his padded bottom. "69."

Barrett—or whatever his god damn name is—started struggling again as Kylie fumbled onto the bed top of him. Maneuvering herself around so that her dirty, droopy diaper was positioned right over Brayden's face. Bryson recoiled from the smell, trying to make himself sink and disappear into the mattress, but there was no escape.

Kylie looked up at me for direction, I gave her a simple nod.

She pressed her poopy pamper down onto Bobby's face. Barnalby screamed and writhed, but between the pamper and the pacifier, it was practically silent. Kylie swished and squished the disgusting diaper back and forth across Beckham's nose and cheeks, his arms tugged and yanked as hard as he could against the restraints, but there was nothing he could do.

"Hump." I ordered, and Kylie eagerly got down on all fours, pressing the entirety of her weight down onto Bryan's body, then slowly grinding against his head. Bentley continued to scream, but Kylie ignored him. She was going nice and slow, obviously trying to savor what little time she was getting outside of her cage. I approved, because it made Billy's torture go on that much longer.

I had to keep a close eye on Kylie and her breathing. She knew to ask permission before she could cum, but that didn't mean she wouldn't have an accident. 37 days is a long time for any so called 'man' to go without cumming.

When I sensed her getting a little too close, I made her stop.

"Flip around. Get between his legs."

Braxton's face was red from the strain of the weight and the lack of oxygen, but a couple of hefty gasps of fresh air cleared that up eventually. Kylie was all too eager to reorient herself into the missionary position, she once again looked to me for approval. "Have fun, little one." I said as I moved towards the headboard. Kylie started furiously humping like a rabbit. It was pathetic and adorable all at the same time. I wonder if she actually felt like a 'real' man, finally doing the humping for once, even if it was against another diapered loser. I made Kylie edge herself several times, much to her chagrin. Her whimpers were music to my ears as she bucked her hips in the air desperately.

"Alright Kylie, this is it." I said, leaning over next to Brooks, whispering in his ear, "and for you...it's time for you to see your future!"

With that, I ripped the blindfold off, letting Bruce's eyes adjust to the assault of light on his senses. Once they regained focus, his mouth fell agape at what was on top of him. A pretty, pathetic, sissified loser was going to town on him, diaper to diaper, in a pink fluffy dress with make-up running down her face.

I don't know exactly what words came out of Benson's mouth, but it sounded something like "You people are fucking crazy."

"Mommy can I make goo goo's?" Kylie asked in her squeaky high-pitched voice, "Can I make goo goo's, Mommy? PLEASE can I make goo goo's???"

"You may, slut."

The most pathetic moans i've ever heard in my life erupted from Kylie's mouth. Her back arched upward as she drove everything she had into her thrusts, pumping her pampers into Bobby's.

Kylie collapsed onto him, heaving deep, hefty sighs of relief. Brandon still recoiled beneath him. It took several minutes for Kylie to finally raise her head again.

"Back into your cage, I'm afraid." I shrugged, not the least bit sympathetic to Kylie's desperate pleas and whines. I made her put the cage back on herself, sealing her own fate once more.

"And you..." I said to Brennan, strolling to the nightstand, opening the drawer and pulling out another tiny metallic cage. "It's time for yours!"

Bernard writhed and struggled once more, but Kylie held him down as I climbed between the captive’s legs and began removing the tapes of his diaper.

For the first time, I audibly gasped as i pulled it open. Much to my surprise, there were ropes of sticky, white jizz opening up with it. Bruno's dick was still hard, and still leaking a thick, creamy liquid onto his belly.

"Looks like someone enjoyed themselves..." I cackled, relishing the way Barry cringed in on himself. "Well Kylie..." I said as I looped Brendan's sticky balls into the chastity ring, "Looks like you're going to have a new sissy sister!"

I regarded the pathetic little douchebag on the bed, reduced from an arrogant asshole to a grumbling, whimpering little loser that just came himself from a sissy spasming on top of him. A new pet to add to my stables. “…and we’re gonna name him Betsy!”

[stinky-in-pinky]

I'd lost track of how long I'd been crying. Yea, it's pathetic, but you'd probably cry too if you were abducted by a bunch of strange men, shoved into a straight jacket, force fed some pills, had a giant pacifier stuffed into your mouth, and a diaper taped around your waist.

They tossed me into a room, leaving me in the dark despite the bright lights shining through the blindfold. The room actually smelled surprisingly pleasant, like lavender and baby powder. I tried walking around to assess my surroundings, but I kept banging into stuff. Hard wooden surfaces bruised my knees and shins. I eventually resigned myself to just plopping down on the cushy little rug.

I screamed and wailed for help, but it all came out as muffled moans. I tugged at my restraints but it was no use. I was trapped. Left to wallow in this darkness and pray to any and every higher power that I would be okay. After several hours of yelling into my pacifier, I was still met with silence. No one was coming for me. I had no choice but to piss myself, feeling it spread its warmth throughout my crotch. By the third wetting, the gravity of the situation really started to set in, and that's when the crying started.

I didn't want to give whoever it was the satisfaction of crying like a baby while wearing a wet diaper, but my emotions were high, okay?? My dignity was thrown out the window long ago.

Then, I felt a rumbling in my tummy. The familiar waves of impending bowels. My stomach dropped, seeming to make matters worse. My screams for help started again. No way I was going to shit myself. Not here. Not anywhere.

My voice was raw from wailing into the pacifier. I tossed and I turned and I kicked and I shouted as if it would fight off the growing discomfort in my abdomen. I begged to whoever might have been listening to let me go. To at least let me use the toilet, but it all came out as inaudible babble. No one was coming for me. This was going to happen.

I at least got in a somewhat comfortable position, shifting onto my knees and keeping the diaper elevated off the ground. I remember straining my muscles until the very last second. Fighting it until the end, until it was already on its way out. After finally accepting there was no stopping it, I let myself relax as the warm muck filled my backside. I felt momentary relief, but that was quickly squelched as the smell hit me. The degradation of defecation hitting me square in the face.

And then the tears flowed again.

I cried on the floor, any shred of dignity I had left was lost now as I laid and sobbed in my mushy, soggy diaper.

Finally, after another hour or so, I heard a lock slide, another lock click, and the door handle open.

"Well hello there..." came a smooth, sultry voice. It wasn't the same gruff men that were groping and man-handling me before. It was a woman.

"I see someone has learned how to use their diapers."

A hand reached between my legs and gripped the soggy padding, groping me and my crotch, working it back and forth. I'm a little ashamed to say it, but I actually started getting hard from the squishy squeezes. But that libido quickly dissipated when she squeezed my backside. The now cold mess flaring up its stench again, reminding me once more of what I'd done. She pressed her palm into it and spread the filth around even more.

"Such a dirty little girl..." she cooed into my ear.

Girl?? I'm a boy! Sure, I like to wear my hair long, but so do a lot of men.

She gave me a light shove, plopping me backwards so that the seat of my diaper hit the floor with a squelch. I was disgusted, angry, but then she started groping me again.

"You're going to learn to love using your diapers..." she hissed into my ear, squeezing the area where my dick was hardening again. "Every time you're good little baby slut for me, I'll give you a reward..."

Her pressure and rhythm increased. The wet, messy diaper crinkling as she worked it back and forth over my cock. It was a combination of disgusting and exciting at the same time, making my brain go fuzzy. She continued to whisper threats and encouragement at me.

"You're going to like it here," she said, "they all eventually do. We saw your posts online about hating the system. Hating to work. Feeling like you're wasting away at a deadend job rundown apartment. But we will give you purpose! We will give you a home! We will pamper you and play with you and keep you nice and fed!"

Her hand was stroking my padding furiously, a cacophony of crinkling, mixed with my slow, desperate moans. I couldn't process what she was saying anymore. I couldn't think about anything other than cumming.

"We're going to turn you into a little slut! A slave to be used only for her holes! You will be pampered and pimped out to the highest bidders! You will perform the most degrading acts for millions of live viewers! You are going to make us soo much money!"

My hips ground and bucked against the floor as I arched my back and my dick exploded into the soiled diaper, adding a fresh bit of warmth. When my spasms finally stopped, my entire body seemed to deflate, and all of my senses rushed back at once. All of the disgusting sensations overwhelming my system once more.

I felt the woman stand up, her shadow casting over me. Her hands were much rougher now as they yanked my head forward, and removed the rather large pacifier from my mouth, allowing my jaw to stretch again.

"Those men from before are going to come in here and use your mouth." she said simply. "I highly suggest you refrain from using any teeth. They don't take kindly to that. The more compliant you are, and the faster you make them cum, the better things will be for you."

Her footsteps retreated out of the room, the door opened, and her voice called "He's ready for you, boys!"

In no time at all, several heavy footsteps entered the threshold...

[sissyjennymaid80-deactivated202]

"Don't pout sissy. You knew mommy would eventually let people see how her husband likes to spend "his" free time. No point in looking pretty if others can't appreciate it is well."

[dangerouslyswitching]

[ge-fesselt]

Und jetzt zu eurer Aufgabe: ihr kommt erst heraus wenn ihr beide gekommen seid. Dabei ist es mir egal ob ihr es euch gegenseitig macht oder jede es sich selbst. Was das geht nicht durch das Talkum? Nun das ist euer Problem, ich hatte euch vor die Wahl gestellt ob Öl oder Puder. Ihr werdet schon irgendwann genug geschwitzt haben das ihr euch bewegen könnt. Die Webcam wird überwachen ob es euch gelungen ist oder nicht. Gute Nacht und viel Spaß.

[sissybabydaisy]

Awe what's the matter? Can't remember what happened last night? I'm sure your head is a mess with fog. Now I'm sure by now you must have realized your tied down, gagged, and that super tight painful feeling in your dick is the pink chastity cage I've got you locked in. Lastly I'm sure you've noticed the diapers, pink adult baby clothes, and the nursery room your in. Well after we met last night I knew I just had to have you. Not as a life or even sexual partner but as my sissy baby slave girl.

Now mommy has a few things she has to get done before the day gets too late. Now let's get you fed and in your sissy playpen so mommy can get her work done. Now your locked mittens will keep your hands from doing much and the locked boots with spikes will ensure your not trying to do any walking. Once mommy gets you fed I'm going to gag you with something nice to keep that sissy mouth quiet. Now here is your baba sissy it's got formula, hormones, liquid viagra, a small sedative to keep you calm and weak, a nice big splash of caster oil, and to top it off I added some alpha male cream from a special guest you'll meet soon.

Now there we go all fed, dressed, and secure. Now you just crawl and play in your new home. When I come back to get you ill have someone I want you to meet. He's my husband and he's very into sissy girls. The last one we had he fucked so hard her asshole was never the same. Now be a good girl and make those diapers nice and stinky for your new daddy he wants to change your diaper after he eats. He said he's very horny for sissy pussy.

[pinkfemgurl]

I didn't think my crush would loophole the entire bet and make it that no matter what I chose they would come out on top as the winner... this is so unfair...

[daddydom-newengland]

The first thing he noticed was that he couldn’t move.

And then he heard his girlfriend’s voice.

“Does this feel familiar?” she taunted.

He tried to speak up, but all that escaped was drool and a garbled noise.

“Aww poor baby, you can’t speak can you?” His girlfriend’s voice was laced with sweetness. But he was feeling anything but sweet at this moment.

He had made a critical error in his thinking. Just the other night his girlfriend had asked him if he had any kinks and he’d said no, deciding now was not the time to reveal his diaper fetish. He was scared that she’d recoil, move backwards or even break up with him.

But it turns out she had asked him because she knew.  

She knew he wanted to be a helpless drooling baby. Wanted to become her plaything. Forced to sit in his bulging diaper until “mommy” came to change him.

“I guess you didn’t think I’d find out did you?” She sat on the bed next to him and patted the front of his bulging diaper. Strangely enough, he hadn’t remembered wetting it. But then she explained it to him.

“Last night I put a pill in your post workout shake. It reduces your body to that of an infant. No control over your legs, arms, anything really.” She continued to pat the front his his heavy diaper as he tried to sit up, get any motion in his arms and legs. “The pill lasts 24 hours. And then all function returns. Oh and you can forget about bowel and bladder control.” She giggled.

“When I found out you wanted to be mommy’s helpless drooling baby, I decided to help you along for a bit. Now you can know what it’s really like.”

He tried to speak. Tried to tell her that this isn’t what he wanted. That it was only a game, a fetish. Something to do for fun. But he couldn’t speak, only drool escaped his mouth.

“Because you wanted this so badly, I put three pills in your drink, so that should give you about three days of fun baby time. Don’t worry, I know this weekend you wanted to hang out with the guys, but I know you’d much rather be doing this instead. So just lie there, I’ll bring you a new bottle every hour. Who knows..” she said grinning before shutting the door. “There might be another pill in there at the end of the weekend. I might want you to be my baby forever…”

The door shut and he gurgled some more. He was trapped…

[inclothdiapers24-deactivated202]

The baby got more than he bargained for

[pantyhoods]

[thel0rdofthekinks]

You were desperate to get money and you started to look for a job. You then saw a post from a man in his 40s that was looking for young adults that would go to his house and strip naked for 100 dollars an hour. You were shocked and wanted money so you messaged him and the next day you went there. He told you to strip and you did so, he said do whatever you want but don't wear clothes.

3 hours passed and he paid you when he asked you if you would like to wear a diaper for 200 dollars an hour.

A diaper? Really? You thought, but the money was a lot so you accepted you got a diaper and put it on. The next day you went there he told you that he would like you to sleep in his house for 500 a night and you accepted but he told you you would sleep in a crib. You couldn't decline now. 4 nights passed and he told you that for 1500 an hour he would strap you down to the crib for 1 hour, of course you accepted and got restraint. But when the hour passed he came to the room with an enema bag, laxatives and a pacifier gag. You asked what was that for and he told you that he had secret cameras around the house and you would have to live with him for the rest of your life and be his diaper boy slave. No money, only diapers discipline and daddy's dick. Then he made you get an enema, them force fed you laxatives and put on you a pacifier gag he then inserted you a button plug and unstrapped you and put you in a straitjacket and a hood.

Now good night baby boy he said. And closed the door behind locking it.

This was you. Tied up. With a full tummy and laxatives without chance of relieving yourself because of the butt plug.

[chastisedsissyclaire]

Laundry Room

In Clark’s apartment complex, none of the apartments have washer/dryer hookups. But each grouping of buildings have a little building with washer and dryers you pay to use. It wasn’t expensive or anything to do laundry. The only thing that worried Clark, was that he had some special clothes that needed washed sometimes. But he normally set his timer and got the clothes out right away. The dryers had see through doors, so he didn’t want anyone to see his clothes when the machine would stop. One day he got held up and couldn’t get to the laundry room when the dryer finished drying his clothes. When he finally got to it, he started pulling out his clothes. He noticed somethings wrapped in his red panties that were embroidered with “Sissy Claire” on the back, so you could tell they weren’t for a woman. He found a pink holy trainer chastity cage, a butt plug, a small bottle of lube, and a note. He stuffed the panties with the chastity cage and the plug in his hamper. Then he read the note.

“Dear Sissy Claire, I know your secret. Before you fold these clothes, I want you to lock your clitty into the chastity cage, then use the lube and slide the plug into place in your boi pussy. Once you have done that, put on your sissy panties and your regular clothes. Then I want you to put the key to the lock in the envelope with your number on a piece of paper and return it to the laundry room. Then return to your apartment and finish folding your clothes and wait for further orders. Sincerely, your new mistress.”

After reading the note, Clark got a little worried and a lot turned on. Someone knew his secret and was probably spying on him now. He finished gather his clothes and walked back to his apartment. Along the way, he looked for any open windows or anyone staring at him. He did what he was told. As he was walking back to the laundry room, the plug came to life. This shocked Clark a little bit, which caused him to stumble. I’m sure this was the proof his secret mistress was looking for to make sure the plug was in place. He left the envelope in the laundry room, hoping someone else other than this mystery mistress wouldn’t pick it up. Once he got back to his apartment, the plug turned off and he finished folding the clothes like he was told. Finally his phone received a text message and he was told to check his front door. At the front door was a package. Inside was a maids uniform complete with stockings, garters, and matching panties. There was also a wig and makeup. Another text came through telling Clark to dressed and complete his look with the wig and makeup. Then he was told to send a message back once he was done. The butt plug turned on for a second to get Clark twitching in his cage while he dressed.

Clark did as he was told and quickly got in the maids uniform, he added a pair of his own heels. Once he had the wig in place and finished the makeup, he took a selfie and sent it to the mystery number. The plug immediately turned on and he was told to clean up his apartment while he waited. Right when he finished vacuuming he heard a knock on the door along with a message telling him to answer the door. He was shocked to see his neighbor from 2 doors down, Alicia. Once the shock subsided, the sissy instinct in Clark had him curtesy and welcome her in. Alicia giggled at the curtesy, thinking he really is a sissy. First she took a lot of pictures of the sissy before her. Clark didn’t fight the pictures being taken. Next she pulled out a straight jacket and Clark being the defeated sissy allowed it to be put on, trying to pretend this wasn’t a secret fantasy and he was twitching in his cage. Next Clark’s mouth was stuffed and tightly sealed with microfoam tape. The Alicia explained Clark’s fate.

“You see Clark, I saw your sissy panties in the dryer a few weeks ago. When I figured out they belong to you, I figured out this plan and I started buying all this stuff. You see I have always wanted a sissy gurlfriend and then come to find out my neighbor, who I have a little crush on, is a sissy. So you will agree to be my sissy gurlfriend/maid or I will put these pictures all over social media. You will be my maid when cleaning needs to be done. You will be my girlfriend on nights we want to go out. Finally you will be my sissy baby, complete with crinkly pink diapers, pacifiers, and sweet baby gurl clothes on nights where we decide to stay home and relax. I decide when your clitty comes out to play. And you will be restrained and gagged as much as possible. Whoever’s lease expires first, that person will move in with the other one. What do you say, will you be my sissy or do you want to be exposed? Grunt more that once for my being me sissy.”

“MMMMMMPPPHPH MMMMMHPHPPH!!!!!” Clark grunted wildly and nodded his his head confirming he want to be Alicia’s sissy. The threat of e posture was unnecessary, but added to excitement for Clark.

“Perfect, this makes me extremely happy.”

“MMMMPPPH” Claire was also extremely happy that Alicia found those panties and sat there enjoying her vibrating plug and twitching caged clitty, while she thought of her future with Alicia.

[boundoflife]

Let's hope he has a roommate who will find him :D

[hastobecontrolled]

It's always the little things you don't plan on that make life so exciting hahaha

[diapydemon]

“And you were doing so good too!” She said with faux sympathy, “Just when mommy thought you were finally starting to learn your proper place in this household.”

I tried to say something about how crazy this all was, but the bar of soap took up too much space in my mouth, only allowing murmurs and drool that soaked my bib in lieu of actual words.

“And the rules are so simple too!” She sighed, “but I guess you are just a silly baby who doesn’t know any better. So don’t you worry your little head cutie, mommy will make sure you never ever forget the rules again.”

My eyes widened in terror at the vague threat. I was already in over my head, just like how I was in over my head the night I first met her.

She was the prettiest girl at the bar, which is why I was so surprised, so eager to please, so pliant when she sauntered over to me and struck up a conversation.

That was only a couple weeks ago, but I barely remembered what we talked about —I was drunk, and she was is very beautiful.

I wasn’t usually the type to take anybody home after a night out, but she —on the other hand— had every intention of stealing me away from that bar and my adult life. I guess I had checked every box for her, but given my current predicament I wasn’t so sure that was a good thing anymore.

I was ripped from my reminiscing by ‘mommy’s’ lush voice: “Sweetie I know you’re still new at this, but do you think I like punishing you??”

I raised an eyebrow; a part of me was sure she actually did enjoy punishing me.

“I don’t like punishing my baby boy, but I need you to understand that you can’t say naughty adult words anymore. It’s just not appropriate. So no more swear words and no more adult talk. ‘Toilets’ are potties to you now, not that you’ll ever use the potty again, but still. I need you to be the well behaved baby boy I know you are deep down. This punishment is to help you. Mommy knows best, I promise.”

I groaned behind my bar of soap. I would’ve never agreed to this ‘game’ if I knew it would go on so long.

After arriving at her house from the bar, I let her take the lead: she seemed the more dominant type in bed, and I could appreciate and enjoy that. She started by taking my shirt off and gently pushing me back onto her bed. Next she dragged my jeans off, revealing the physical excitement in my crotch.

“Will you call me mommy?” She asked with a predatory, but attractive, smirk.

“Sure mommy,” I bit my lip in response, eager for what was to come. I didn’t mind a kinkier, dominant woman, so I was extremely excited.

“Before this goes any further,” she purred as she stroked the inside of my thigh, “I want to play a game with you, baby. The rules are simple. All you have to do is say ‘Yes mommy’ as I lay out what I’m going to do to you. Do you understand.”

“Y-yes mommy,” my cock ached from how hard it was. This was the last moment I’d be excited for what she was going to do to me. Not that I realized what was to come.

“Good boy. Now let’s get started.”

I replied with needy anticipation spilling from my ravenous gaze.

“You will behave yourself and do everything mommy says, lest you get punished by mommy.”

“Yes mommy,” I grinned, liking where this was going.

She then pulled a crinkly square from under the bed. I wasn’t sure what it was at first, but as she unfurled it, I realized that it was an adult diaper. Although ‘adult’ may not have accurately described this diaper; it had cartoonish characters printed on it and baby blocks that spelled out the word ‘baby’.

“Spread your legs.”

“W-what?” I stammered.

She then lifted up my ankle and smacked my ass hard with her hand, repeatedly.

“OW!” I exclaimed in shock. Granted, I had agreed to this, but I wasn’t expecting the furiosity with which she disciplined me. It definitely set the tone for what was to come. Maybe that’s why I allowed her to go as far as she did…

“I said,” she smacked again, “Spread. Your. Legs. Now.”

Her tone left no room for negotiation or hesitation. I timidly spread my legs, still passively hoping to get laid somewhere in the back of my mind, but I was much more actively motivated by avoiding her iron hand spanking my ass again.

“Good boy,” she smiled as she began to wrap the garment around me and spurt baby powder onto my crotch, “now are you ready to get back to our little game?”

“Y-yes mommy.”

“Good boy!” Mommy beamed. “Now, I’ll tell you the rules you’re going to live by.”

“First and foremost: you are my baby, and you will be treated as such. You will be expected to use your diaper and not put up too much of a fuss when put down for naptimes or bedtimes. You will also be fed age-appropriate food from your high chair. Is that clear?”

“Y-yes mommy,” I wasn’t huge into roleplay, but if this is what I had to do to appease this hot dominant woman, I was down.

“Next, you will not just be treated as a baby, but you will act as one as well. This means that you will not watch or engage with any adult media, and you will not use any adult words or speech patterns. I expect baby-talk in which you call food ‘num-nums’ and the toilet the ‘potty’. Is that understood, little one?”

“Yes mommy.”

“That covers most of it actually. Simple right?”

“Y-yes mommy.”

“Now let’s get you to beddy-bye.”

“W-what? B-but I wanted—“

Mommy’s eyes narrowed to warn of danger just as a rattle snake shook its rattle before it attacked. “That didn’t sound like a ‘yes mommy’,” she said.

“Y-yes mommy,” I gulped, gleaming my first insight into just exactly what I had gotten myself into.

She then led me by the hand to a nursery down the hall, complete with adult sized changing table, crib, and restraints. She clipped my wrists and ankles into the restraints into the crib and kissed my forehead.

“You’re just going to love your new life, little one!” She beamed.

That was two weeks ago. Two weeks of using diapers, sleeping in a crib, and eating from a high chair.

A part of me knew I could’ve left, but another part of me knew I had to stay. This woman had taken my phone, my wallet, and my clothes. Not to mention my dignity. I didn’t even know what part of the city I was in, and I couldn’t just leave. What if I got caught and got punished by mommy again?

I blinked in surprise at that thought from behind my gag. Maybe this woman was right to seek me out in the bar; maybe she saw the pliant baby I was before I could. Tears started to form in my eyes at the thought.

“Ahwww baby, don’t cry,” mommy cooed, “I know it was just a little accident. How about this, little one: I’ll take your gag out and take the icky bar of soap out if you promise to behave like the good little boy I know you are. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

Unable to answer with my words, I only nodded with teary eyes.

“Great!” Mommy pinched my cheeks, “I’m glad we got this sorted out before my friends come over to see the adorable baby boy I adopted. It would be a shame to have to punish my darling boy for misbehaving in front of all my friends.”

I gulped as a stream of nervous pee made its way into my diaper. Mommy only giggled.

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As always, all characters depicted are 18+

[diapydemon]

Exercise

It had been so long since I had had any… adult attention.

I know we agreed to take our kinks to the next level, but still — I haven’t cum in months. Every time mommy walked by, my swelling member strained against my plastic pink cage. It was starting to become too much

I had tried my best to be the good baby mommy wanted, but I needed to cum! And I have been a good baby! I’ve been using my diapers without complaints, I haven’t said any bad words, and —excruciatingly— I haven’t cum or had an accident once!

Maybe that’s why mommy had so much compassion when I had my little outburst, as she had called it.

“Mommy!” I whined as I eyed her shapely figure, “Please!! I needa cum!!”

“Hmmm,” Mommy contemplated my request, “Well you have been quite a good boy recently…”

I hung on every word, desperation written all over my face.

“And I suppose it would be good for you to get some excercise in…”

“P-pwease Mommy,” I whimpered, trying to secure her decision.

“Tell you what sweetie,” she smiled down at me, “Mommy ordered you a special toy that’ll help. You just gotta wait a couple days for it to come in, and then you’ll feel all better! Can you be patient for Mommy?”

“MmmHmmm,” I moaned.

A few days past, and my sorry state of desperation had only gotten worse. But I knew if I acted out or misbehaved in any way, mommy would take my relief away to punish me for my naughtiness. For better or worse, I was committed to being her obedient baby.

Then, it arrived.

“Sweetheart, your new toy arrived! Why don’t you come out back and take a look!”

I quickly waddled outside to see whatever relief was in store for me. It… wasn’t what I was expecting. My cheeks burned scarlet as I saw my new toy.

Sitting in the backyard was a yoga ball adorned with a sattle that had a dildo, handcuffs, and ankle cuffs attached to it.

“M-mommy?” My voice quivered.

“Doesn’t it look like so much fun, princess! And we were talking about fitting some more excercise into your routine!”

“Uhmm…”

“Oh don’t be shy darling,” Mommy giggled, “How about we strap you in, and you can have fun bouncing around the back yard until you make stickies in your little diaper.”

“S-stickies?” I could barely believe my ears.

“That’s right, princess!”

“D-do I get to take my cage off?”

“Ahwww baby no,” mommy giggled, “you’re gonna cum like a princess or not at all. No matter how long it takes.”

“But—“

“Ah ah,” Mommy silenced me, “the only butt I want to hear about is the one that’s gonna be bouncing up and down on that big dildo, which is yours sweet pea.”

Mommy grabbed me by the wrists, and I knew better than to fuss. Before I knew it, my ankles and my wrists were tightly secured in mommy’s contraption. I immediately felt the pressure of the big pink dildlo through my diaper. This was going to be a long playtime…

“Ok sweet pea. While you play, Mommy’s going to go start on Din-din. I’ll be watching from inside.”

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Hey everyone, tumblr nuked my account again, so I’m rewriting these captions to reclaim them in the hopes that my followers find me again.

[sissybimbodolly]

Complete sissification. Blonded, corseted, petticoated, stockinged, diapered, pantied, bonneted, gagged, forced into high heels, locked into ankle cuffs and an armbinder. What's next? Being pushed through the door for public humiliation of course...

Such is a sissy's life. Nothing but a plaything for my owner's amusement.