Sissy Baby Brittany

34y/o sissy baby with a new daddy, I'm still pathetic and still a virgin. daddy is making new rules everyday

[comfortablydominant]

Thumb-sucking timeout

An annoying habit of many girls is that they talk too much or too stupid at times.

A quick way to shut them up temporarily is to let them suck their thumb for a while.

At first it's a humbling reminder of their eternal childishness, but many girls actually find the process comfortable and soothing after a while.

Start to practice in private and train her to suck her thumb on command. Keep her sucking for a while - a couple of minutes at first and expand it to an hour later.

Establish a protocol - a command encapsulated in a sweet, caring sentence like "Why don't you suck your little thumby for a while, sweetheart?".

Use it at home to get a period of quiet and calm, to soothe her when she is anxious about something and can't stop blabbering about it, or as a punishment when she is being particularly silly.

Then, when you have trained her sufficiently you are ready to make the jump: When you're together with close friends and she falls back into prattling, suddenly use the sentence you trained her on. She will be incredulous at first, you can't be doing this to her in public! But you just look her in the eyes, with a calm, stern face and nod.

Give her a few seconds to process the situation, before you repeat the command, this time hard, and without the sugary sweetness, if necessary.

When she finally complies and puts her thumb in her mouth, you can pat her head and tell her what a good girl she is, and continue the conversation without her input.

Maybe you need to explain to the others at the table, that she's like a little child sometimes (if they don't know this already) and that she needs a little timeout to cool down her silly, little brain.

Whatever, she probably won't object and will continue to suck her thumb.

[crinklyfantasies]

Always #2 (NSFW 18+)

***DISCLAIMER*** This is NOT my photo. All credit goes to @akinkycouple

It was all so easy in theory. To be a big girl. To be treated like an adult again. All you had to do was not fill your diapers before Mommy and Daddy finished fucking.

Once a month, every month, they would wake you up and strap you to your changing table. They would change you out of your used bed-time diaper and slip your shiny pink "princess plug" into your bottom. Then, while your freshly powdered and denied pussy leaked into the dry padding, they would remind you of the rules.

You had to wear the same diaper all day.

You could wet yourself all you want but if you make #2 before they finish "adult time" then it's another month of diapers.

The plug doesn't come out until they have sex tonight.

All you had to do was not pack your cucky pamps. Then you could do everything like a big girl. Use the potty like a big girl, pick out your own clothes like a big girl, ride and suck your boyfriend's cock like a big girl...

On the first month you made it halfway before you had to squat down and fill the seat of your diapers. You were crying so much your new Mommy let you suck on her nipples while your former boyfriend pounded her.

The next month you didn't even last until the evening. Mommy had laughed and bought you the princess plug as a handi-cap, saying "poor baby cuck needs all the help she can get."

You got fed up and tried to cheat the third month. Unfortunately your diaper's tape wasn't so sticky after you undid it and it came loose while you were at work. Mommy loves to bring up how you cried and begged her to come pick you up early because Daddy was busy and "baby made pee-pees in her pants". They bought you a pair of very loud plastic panties after that. "To keep you from embarrassing yourself," they had said.

You weren't sure how many months you'd been trying now. All you knew was that you'd never succeeded. You knew the familiar gurgling in your tummy meant you wouldn't succeed tonight either. They'd barely started kissing before your diaper ballooned outwards.

"Uh-oh, I know that face. Are you even trying anymore?" Mommy giggled. "Well, you know the rules, sweetie. Go wait in your room and we'll be up to tuck you in later."

You waddled back to your nursery, red-faced and sniffling, sucking on your binky for comfort. As you straddled your pillows and tried to get some relief you knew you would never win. You'd always come in 2nd. Always prove you needed your diapers. Always #2.

[crinklyfantasies]

***DISCLAIMER*** The people depicted in the following caption / story are consenting adults over the age of 18. If you are not 18 or older, click away now.

Image credit - This is NOT my image. I’m not sure who the original model is.

Images will be removed on request.

“Hey, baby girl. What do you think of the panties your wife bought me?”

You averted her gaze, sullenly suckling your cock shaped pacifier. You felt so ashamed. Aside from the thick diapers, you were completely nude. Mommy said babies didn’t need more than that. 

“Oh, are you shy, sweetie? Jealous maybe?” She turned and bent, presenting her shapely rear. “Jealous your wifey keeps you in diapers while she fucks my tight little pussy?” 

It was true. You were jealous, so jealous you could feel it dripping into the sodden mess of your diaper. 

“Aw, don’t be so sad, hun. This is what you wanted, remember?” 

A hot rush of arousal rushed through you even as shame churned your guts. You had asked for this. You’d wanted the denial, the humiliation. You loved being dressed as Mommy’s little girl. You loved your thick diapers and how you were forced to use them for Mommy’s amusement. You loved watching helplessly with your hand down the front of your diapers while Mommy ravaged her best friend. You began to hump the floor.

 “Awww, that’s so cute!” She began to record on her phone. “Come on, baby. Look at the camera. Show your Mommy how desperate and pathetic her little girl is…” 

You shut your eyes tightly and continued to grind, imagining Mommy’s reaction when she got home. She would tell you how proud she was you’ve accepted your new life. She would change your diaper, and gently feed you at her breast before tucking you in. Then she would turn on the baby monitor, and let you listen to the moaning and slapping noises in her room. You whimpered softly into your pacifier as you came.

She patted your head. “Good baby slave. I’ll have to tell your Mommy you made cummies without permission though.” She cupped your chin, forcing you to look into her eyes. “She bought some new toys to play with. I think someone just volunteered to test them for us…”

[storiesagehumiliation666]

10 minutes in time out then we will take a walk to the park

Beatrice at 40 was used to using time out on her own little ones. Often when they use unkind hands or use naughty words

so imagine her shock when her own mother put her in time out for smacking her own daughter and calling her lazy

you need to practise what your preach scorned her mother as Beatrice stood humileated feeling very infantile and silly.

her mum and pre bought a time out outfit knowing her daughter would use bad words and be unkind. She let her get dressed privately but won’t let her punishment be private.

sobbing Beatrice pleased as her husband, daddy and mummy took the humileated women by the hand and towards the local park.

[virginloser1999]

[crinklyfantasies]

An Unexpected Present (NSFW 18+)

***DISCLAIMER*** The people depicted in the following image and caption are consenting adults over the age of 18. If you are NOT 18 or older, CLICK AWAY NOW. 

Image credit: This is NOT my image. All credit belongs to @princxss-starry​

Images will be removed on request. 

“What’s wrong, honey? Aren’t you excited for dinner?”

Bethany looked down and gave a sullen suck on the paci clipped to her dress. No, she wasn’t looking forward to dinner. It was bad enough her husband-turned-daddy had dressed her in this humiliating outfit. Now someone else was going to see just how far she’d fallen. Years ago, before she’d met Daddy, she’d been a graduate student pursuing a doctorate in English. Now it was difficult to get more than a sentence or two out before her speech devolved into an incoherent mess of babbling and coos. She hugged her stuffed rabbit close, fingers balling in frustration beneath the velvety, padded mitts used to make her even more helpless. She didn’t like wearing the mitts. They took simple things, like holding her bottle, and turned them into a constant struggle. More complicated tasks like opening doors, getting dressed, and feeding herself were absolutely impossible. They forced her to rely on her oft smirking husband for things that were simple for others, especially the bathroom. Bethany whimpered around her pacifier and squeezed her legs together. The thick diaper under her dress crinkled loudly. Potty privileges had been one of the first things to go. It was hard to be defiant towards the person who kept your bottom dry and poopy free, after all.

He cupped her chin, tipping up her pouting face to meet his eyes. “The food smells wonderful, dear. Daddy is very proud of you.” He planted a kiss on her forehead.

Butterflies tickled Bethany’s insides and she felt her cheeks flush. Whenever she wasn’t actively being teased, punished, or uncontrollably filling her diapers, Daddy would “let” her do all the chores around the house, just like a big girl would. She didn’t work or go to school anymore. Little baby girls are too dumb to think about stuff like that anyways. Her new “job” was to cook, clean, and keep up with her exercises to stay in shape. All were very important tasks for a proper girl, at least according to Daddy. It was debasing, humiliating, and utterly exciting. She leaned into him, pressing her ear against his chest and inhaling the scent of his skin. Sometimes being a baby slave had its perks.

He pushed her out to arm’s length and began to tidy her up, lightly brushing her dress and smoothing out unruly hairs. “Now, when Daddy’s guest arrives, I expect you to be on your best behavior, understand?”

She nodded meekly and gave her stuffy a squeeze.

He smiled warmly, and her knees went weak. “That’s my girl.”

The doorbell suddenly chimed, as if summoned by their exchange.

He took her small hand in his, easily covering it with room to spare. “That must be her, come along, kiddo.”

Her? It was a woman? Somehow, the fact that it was a woman made the situation all the more demeaning. Bethany’s stomach churned with apprehension as she let Daddy lead her away.  

Soft footsteps and crinkling followed their passage down the hall. They stopped in front of the door. Daddy turned to her. “You know the drill, sweetie,” he said, gesturing to the floor.

Bethany nodded and submissively sunk to her knees, awaiting her inevitable ordeal.

Daddy threw open the door. “Rayna, it’s nice to finally meet you.”

Bethany, kneeling with her eyes to the floor, frowned. Rayna… the name sounded familiar, but she couldn’t quite place it. She concentrated and wracked her regressed mind for the connection. She sighed a second later, giving up. Remembering things that happened more than a few days ago was so hard now. She worried about it sometimes, but Daddy told her little girls didn’t need to remember more than that. Things of that nature were better left to adults.

Rayna chirped back, “Hey, I’m so glad to finally meet you.” Her eyes locked with Bethany’s. “Ohh, how cute! This must be baby Beth.”

Bethany looked up, lips parting to greet the visitor as she was trained. “Hewwwha, what? Rayna?!” The discovery knocked her breath away and color drained from her face. Her eyes shot to Daddy, then to Rayna, then back again. No, no, no, no. This couldn’t be happening. Rayna was the name of the freshman girl she’d tutored back in college. The girl she’d become close friends with, despite their differences in age. She was almost like a little sister. Now she was here. She was pretty, and 6 years younger than her, and she was standing in the doorway, beaming with joy at her infantile senior.

Bethany scrambled to her feet and pushed at the hem of her dress, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity but only managing to make herself look like a flustered toddler. “Wha-Rayna, why are you here?”

Rayna let out an exaggerated titter and began taking off her shoes. “To see you, silly baby. I wanted to taste some of that delicious cooking your daddy’s always bragging about.”

“But, but how did you… why-“

Daddy interrupted her. “Hush. Babies shouldn’t be asking silly questions.”

Bethany turned to him, pleading. “But, Daddy!”

He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow in warning. She fell silent.  

“Good, now that that’s settled, shouldn’t you be doing something right now?”

Bethany flushed and looked at her feet. She couldn’t do something like that. It was too mean. She sniffled and balled her tiny fingers in frustration, only to eventually sink back to her knees. Fighting would only have her repeating the same process with a much redder bottom. Slowly, one hand in in front of the other, she crawled toward an expectant Rayna.

Rayna giggled and looked to Bethany’s husband. “Is she always this feisty?”

He shook his head. “She’s usually well-behaved. I think I let her have a little too much juice this afternoon.”

Bethany reached the other woman and stopped. Wordlessly, studiously avoiding eye contact, she lifted the hem of her dress and positioned herself over Rayna’s feet.

“What’s she doing,” Rayna asked, bemused.

“Oh, she’s just saying hello.”

Bethany could feel hot tears of embarrassment beginning to form. Shutting her eyes tight, she began to speak in lisping squeaks. “Hewwo, miff Wayna. My name isth Baby Beff. Itsh nithe to meet’choo.” She wrapped her arms around Rayna’s leg and did as she’d been taught, pathetically grinding her diaper against their visitor’s foot. The waterworks were on in full now, fat drops of salty fluid pregnant with shame and twisted excitement. “I wuv my diapees. Dey make me feew soft and tingwy. Pweeze pway wiff me wots and wots.” She retreated with the final word, quickly crawling back to Daddy’s comforting presence and burying her tear-streaked face into his pant leg.

—– End Part 1

[abdlcaptionsreal-deactivated202]

[abpunished]

Poor sissy baby

[supersimone5144]

[femmified]

[femmified]

[femmified]

[femmified]

[femmified]

[femmified]

[femmified]

[storiesagehumiliation666]

Is that Michelle and Sarah

you guys used to do everything together. From nursery to graduation. Wow you must have so many memories

I hope they don’t get jealous that you’ve made new best friends in nursery. You know what after your nappy change why don’t you three sit together I will bring your milk over and we can tell them all about your new nursery

Why don’t I tell them about the oopsie you made in your nappy last night. Pewyew even next door could smell that.

Even better why don’t I invite them in for your nappy change. You girls always went to the bathroom together.

[storiesagehumiliation666]

Staff meeting

So don’t forget to let the child make there own mothers day card. It’s more special coming from them. If it’s a bit rubbish then at least it’s there’s

right let’s address the elephant in the room. Happy birthday 60th birthday Marjorie. There will be cake and tea at lunch.

now on a more serious note. As you can see Lilly has forgotten the safeguarding policy and added a parents family on social media.

So Lilly will sit on the potty all day going over the different policies and procedures. And next time she forgets it’s a month in nappies

right that’s all from me have a lovely day my darlings