I thought I would start this as a way of documenting my abdl journey. I am a new "little". A term I'd only heard here and there but was still familiar with the idea after several years in the bdsm world as a submissive. Although, some would argue I'm more brat than I am submissive. I just grin and envision my devil horns growing.
Today is day 6 of trying out being a little. I had met my caregiver back in January and after some considerable talking, I learned he was one of the better ones. In my ten years if being a submissive, I tread on the side of caution with just about everything and have learned most Doms are just horny men looking to fuck without any true understanding of what it means to be a Dominant. But this caregiver--lets just call him daddy in this-- was different. He showed genuine care, willingness to listen to concerns, and he let me voice my fears and fantasies alike. So I decided to give this a shot.
First off let me just say my experience as a little was pretty much nonexistent before this. I had tried wearing diapers once before but never dove into it despite the curiosity being there for a long time.
In these past six days, I've been slowly guided from wearing intermittently to now being in diapers all day and night. I've been told this is a fast progression though--I dont mind. As long as I dont have to mess.
Everyday the rules become increasingly enforced and my chances of pushing the limits as a brat are slowly snuffed out. I'll never stop being a brat, but he might not realize that yet haha.
1. Must remain diapered at all times.
2. Cannot remove diapers without permission.
3. No cussing. (This one has gotten me into quite a bit of trouble.)
4. Must tell daddy when I wet.
5. When I feel an urge to go, I must go. No holding it back.
6. No skipping meals. (This WILL be my downfall.)
So far, not that many rules, right? Well, while daddy was sleeping today, I broke five of those rules 😂😅 I'm laughing now but I image I wont be later...
And here is how it happened. Today I expressed curiosity in what it might feel like to be double diapered. I'd only experienced the thin Attends brand while at work, and the thick Rearz brand while at home and wanted to know what it would feel like to have to waddle a little more than with the Rearz. (I'm having a hard time getting into baby space and thought a waddle would help.)
Well, let me tell you...it felt great. That extra cushion was so soft, plush, and comfy with both diapers on. It just felt..safe. but because daddy had to go to bed, and I'd broken rule #2 yesterday, he instructed me to lock myself in my chastity belt and throw the keys into the timer safe, setting it to four hours. Then, while he was asleep, I was to get into my car and drive until I wet my diapers three times. Once I had, I could turn around but before going home, I had to walk into a convenience store and wet myself a fourth time. When I got home I could remove the chastity but NOT the diapers until he woke up a few hours later.
He knows that wetting publically will be difficult for me since I've only worn VERY discreetly in public and am still getting accustomed to the idea.
Well, on the way home I got stuck in bumper to bumper rush hour traffic which seems odd on a Sunday but in conjunction with the road construction and toll roads, it was unbearably slow. Like an insane crawl... it would have been faster to walk.
And the urge to go kept building and there was nothing I could do but let go and piss into my diapers. I was stuck in the car... in a soiled diaper...that only got worse and worse as I tried to speed (unsuccessfully, I might add) home.
So when the moment came to finish the last task of urinating while in a store, I decided to drive past it and go straight home. The timer box had unleashed and I practically fumbled getting the lock off. The chastity belt fell to the ground but not before my bladder released for a seventh time...
My nappy was SO full and heavy I felt like a penguin when I moved. My little butt was swishing and swaying side to side. The weight bearing me down, a constant reminder I had wet myself. That I was starting to lose control like a baby.
Already in trouble, I figured, what the hell. I slipped out of the diapers took a shower, and am now cuddled on the couch in my footy pajamas.
Daddy wakes up in two and a half hours. I have then to enjoy my temporary freedom.
