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Diapers ABDL Humiliation and Bondage. Little / Switch from Germany and in an Poly Relationship So called mistresses don’t need to contact me I will report you as the spammer that you are!

[puppygirlcooties]

love the idea of casual diaper checks, the idea your friends all know how much you need your little diapies, and that at any time they can lift your skirt to prove it <3

[cookie-goodboy]

It didn't have to be like this...

- I had to put you in spiked booties because you tried to run away.

- I had to pacifier gag you because you kept talking back.

- I had to strap you to the changing table because you kept resisting.

- I had to use the locking diaper cover because you kept taking them off.

- I had to lock a chastity belt on you because you kept touching yourself inappropriately.

- I had to take your phone away because you kept trying to call for help.

- I had to put parental locks on the TV because you kept watching shows for grownups.

- I had to strap your mittens on because you kept putting your hands where they didn't belong.

This would be easier if you would just behave.

[princess-lizzy]

"But, but I'm in grad school! I'm getting a master's degree!"

"No honey, you're in a diaper. A completely soaked diaper at that." She puts your paci between your lips, cutting off any further protests. You reluctantly start sucking, and you hate to admit how soothing it is. "And the only thing you need to get right now is a diaper change."

"Hmph!" You stamp your foot defiantly, making mama giggle.

"Poor girl~ Come on baby take my hand, let's get you changed." She gently reaches out her hand to you, and you can't help but to let go of being big. You wrap your fingers around just two of hers and she leads you to the nursery as you toddle behind her, ready to be put into a nice fluffy, clean diaper ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

[pacifierplushie]

lil cucky princess pottypants locked up in its thick thick diapers, helplessly rubbing them with its mittened hands as it watches its girlfriend having sex, bent over the top of the crib, teasing the poor little thing as it gets so frustrated it starts to cry, its little caged peepee in its soggy diaper unable to feel any of the sensations.

[smolmarc]

You like to lead? Or do you enjoy letting go sometimes, too? Both work here.

Moin! This ad is for you if you have a dominant streak and sometimes wish you could live it out in more than homeopathic doses. If the idea appeals to you of making the rules, even for a whole weekend now and then (entirely as you wish): the clothes, the daily routine, the pocket money, bedtime. All of it. And it’s just as much for you if there’s a side living within you that gets far too little room.

What’s in it for you:

Directing more than a scene. Classic play often lasts two hours — ageplay gives you an entire day-to-day life as your stage. Rituals, rules, consequences, a complete script that you write. If you enjoy planning, staging, and shaping structures, this is one of the richest playgrounds there is. I bring a vivid imagination in the realm of ageplay/ABDL — and the sincere desire to place it in your hands. You won’t get a sub you first have to talk into things, but one who prepares, thinks along, invests. Your creativity is the only limit that matters here.

Strict and tender at once. If control and care aren’t opposites for you — if you enjoy nurturing, shaping, and holding the reins firmly all the while — you get both here in a single act. And entirely without harshness: maximum power imbalance without you having to inflict pain, if that’s not your thing.

An effect you can see. A red face on command, an embarrassed whisper you demanded — your dominance here isn’t claimed, it’s visible and tangible in every moment. My embarrassment is real, not a show — I hate it, and I love it; that’s exactly what I signed up for. If you have a playfully sadistic streak, you’ll find someone here who feeds it — and who gifts you a vulnerability in the process that runs deeper than most other kinds of play.

Both sides of the coin. My submissive side is the focus — though what appeals to me isn’t so much a “little” identity as the power imbalance itself: the situation you design and from which there’s no escape for me. But I do switch. Everything I know and love on the receiving end, I can give just as devotedly: holding the frame, caring, spoiling, being lovingly consistent. So if you have a side of your own that gets far too little room, you’ll find someone here who knows from personal experience what it needs — and who enjoys giving you exactly that. Knowing both perspectives makes for more attentive play on either side.

Your freedom stays yours. I’m explicitly looking for a polyamorous or open arrangement. You have your own life, your own dates, your own relationships — and that’s not just okay, for me it’s part of the appeal. You get devotion without possessiveness. And that’s no theoretical concept: I already live in a committed open relationship — non-monogamy is my everyday reality, with all the honest communication that comes with it.

An adult, not a project. In everyday life I’m independent, employed, with both feet on the ground — volunteering, handy, into tech, and I can cook. The dynamic that develops between us is intentional and designed, not a burden either of us has to carry.

Safety and communication. Consent, clear agreements, safewords, aftercare — for me, that’s the foundation, not the fine print. I like talking openly and honestly about needs and limits, yours as much as mine. Humor is welcome too: if you can’t laugh together about the absurdity of some situations, you’re missing half the fun.

Dominance is work — and it should pay off for you. I know that a dynamic like this costs energy, planning, and emotional presence on the leading side. It matters to me that you’re not just giving here: your needs and fantasies carry the same weight as mine, aftercare isn’t a one-way street, and the question of what you want to get out of all this is one I’ll ask more than just once at the beginning. I don’t want to consume dominance as a service — I want a dynamic that nourishes us both.

Who I am: Early 40s, Hamburg area(germany), working in IT (yes, the cliché), no stranger to the community. Nerdy in the best sense: when something fascinates me, I dive into it thoroughly — that goes for tabletop RPGs, photography, and books just as much as for this side of me. But I’m no couch potato either: road cycling, gym, swimming. Ageplay is no uncharted territory for me — I’ve experienced a fair bit and know what appeals to me: less pain (I’m barely a masochist), far more the mind games and that particular mix of shame, helplessness, and being doted on. And still, there’s plenty of unexplored terrain. So you’ll meet someone who knows what he’s getting into — and who’s looking forward to what we’ll make of it together.

How it starts: Entirely unspectacular — with a coffee (or an ice cream) and a conversation at eye level. Everything else develops if it’s a fit.

[smolmarc]

Ageplay Fantasy — CN: Ageplay, Dark Ageplay

This is a fantasy that has developed over the past few days. No experience yet, purely imagination so far :)

It's Friday noon — finishing work early today! A whole weekend with a power dynamic is coming up. So the first thing after work: freshen up and into the Pampers. With an extra booster pad, of course … bodysuit over it and the short overalls on.

I've been locked all week already; the weekend is supposed to be intense, after all.

Next, my "grown-up phone" and my "grown-up wallet" go into the box, which gets locked. I won't be "needing" them this weekend anymore. Instead, I now have my age-appropriate phone. With parental controls, GPS tracking, screen-time limits, and a selection of approved apps. Instagram? Ha, forget it. Internet? Only restricted — websites that have been actively approved for me. The messages I write and my browsing behavior can of course be monitored. And from 8:00 p.m. on, it's basically just a brick, nothing works anymore anyway. And in my dino wallet?

The debit card that my "pocket money" gets loaded onto every now and then — I can pay with it like with any normal debit card, but only as much as I'm allowed. And the five-euro bill … that's it.

So, now just quickly an inconspicuous t-shirt over the overalls — we don't want to stand out too much, after all.

We meet at the ice cream parlor; you discreetly reach into my crotch. Checking my diaper. — "You're wet." Not a question, a statement. My face changes color, noticeably redder …

"What do we say?" — "Yes, Mommy, I've already wet my diaper," quietly enough that no one can really hear it, loudly enough that I'm still afraid someone might. I hate having to say it out loud. I love having to say it out loud.

We go into the ice cream parlor. "I want 3 — no, 4! scoops, an ice cream bombe!, with pistachio, chocolate and …" You order. One scoop of Smurf ice cream in a cone for me, and the strawberry sundae for you.

After we've eaten our ice cream, we go for a walk, hand in hand. From the outside, we probably look like a normal couple. On the inside, it feels different — I'm not allowed to let go of your hand, after all …

We stop briefly at a playground; luckily no one's there, and I'm allowed to swing for a bit before we head home.

Once we arrive, I strip down to the bodysuit; the Pampers gets thoroughly checked once more, and yes, it has definitely not gotten any drier in the meantime. I get my mittens put on and am allowed to sit on the living room floor and play a little while you watch a movie. It's 7:00 p.m., dinner time. Pasta with tomato sauce, of course … what else. I get my bib put on — I'm such a messy eater, after all … — and am placed in the high chair. Secured with straps, the tray locked in place.

I can't eat by myself; the mittens prevent that very effectively. So you feed me. You've developed a certain mastery at feeding me in a way that leaves my face and the bib especially filthy afterwards. You had to learn that first, too. Now you do it perfectly … At the end of the meal, a photo of it: "You really are a messy eater" … The color of my face is only a few shades away from the color of the sauce.

7:30 p.m., time to get ready for bed. Washing my face, brushing my teeth. You do that, of course — how would I do it myself with the mittens on. Then you lay out the changing mat in the bedroom; for the night, I mercifully get a fresh diaper. Especially thick, of course, with a thick booster pad, of course … not that I could possibly ignore what I'm wearing between my legs. You put me into the onesie sleeper and zip it shut; even if I weren't wearing the mittens, I wouldn't get out of it. Into the crib — click and click, the latches are shut and locked.

Through the bars, there's one more good-night kiss on the forehead. It's 8:00 p.m., it's still light outside … and I'm supposed to sleep?

The next morning you wake me by reaching through the bars under the blanket, checking with an expert's touch how wet I am. "My little bedwetter really soaked his Pampers again, didn't he? Good thing you're wearing your Pampers, otherwise your whole little bed would be wet." Being woken in such a humiliating way … I hate it. Being woken in such a humiliating way … I love it.

After breakfast I'm allowed to shower, and you get me ready for the day. Fresh Pampers, fresh bodysuit, inconspicuous pants and t-shirt. Today I'm allowed to meet a friend. And do whatever I want with my "pocket money." We meet in the city; waddling slightly, I arrive at the café.

She knows about our power dynamic; she smirks when she sees me like this. "Obviously your Mommy dressed you …" Off to a great start — instant red face. We have a nice day; I order the occasional drink I can afford and pay for it with my "kiddie debit card." In my head I have to keep track of how much I still have available. If I want to buy a Lego set later after all, it's going to be tight. In the app connected to the card, you can view every transaction.

But you're not doing that today — you have a date, too.

In the afternoon I come back; playing on my phone much along the way wasn't an option — with what, anyway, the phone can't do anything. Arriving home, your date is still there; you freshen me up in the bedroom. Fresh Pampers, and this time a little surprise. The Hush plug that I can control with the pacifier gag gets quickly slipped in as well. And of course I then get the pacifier gag in my mouth; all taken care of like that, it's off to the crib for a "nap." To make sure I behave, this time you strap me down with the Segufix restraints. So there I lie; every time I suckle on the pacifier, it vibrates inside me. Not a bad feeling, not at all. But when I think about the situation, it really is absurd. You say goodbye and head to the living room. Your date is waiting.

I can hear your date; I hear you two having "grown-up" fun while I lie there in my crib. There's no question of a nap; the plug, controlled by my pacifier, won't allow me to sleep even briefly. And the sounds you two make … well, they don't help either.

Knowing that you can also watch me through the camera at any time — lying there, squirming restlessly … doesn't help with sleeping either. On the contrary, it's getting tight in the chastity cage … this is going to be a truly restless hour.

Eventually your date leaves again. Because I was so well-behaved, I'm allowed to have some fun and hump Steven. The big plush dog. You give me 5 minutes. I know I don't stand a chance — the thick diaper, the cage … but as horny as I am by now, I try anyway.

The suckling on the pacifier gets more intense; you can hear the buzzing of the plug … desperately I try to get my release. You're amused. "3 … 2 … 1 … aaaand done," and you practically have to pull me off Steven. God, this is embarrassing. Bright red face, and not just from the exertion — horny and sexually frustrated at the same time. How I hate it, how I love it. To finish, we head to the sofa together for some cuddling. My head in your lap, you stroking my hair. Still with the pacifier gag in my mouth, but now noticeably calmer than before.

This fantasy is written from the first-person perspective, and yes, I think I'd like to experience something like this someday. But the little sadist in me would definitely enjoy doing something comparable to someone else, too :)

[imnotherdadyet]

Girls are cute - but you know what’s like make they look every cuter? Crying from behind her paci, while she’s gently being cuddles and bounced on my lap cause she’s gone pee pee and made an accident in her nappy coupled with the embarrassment of being forcefully dressed and kept like an oversized baby.”it’s okay princess one day this will all be normal to you and you won’t even fuss about something as trivial as peeing yourself…” there’s a lot worse things to come. (After hearing that she only cries harder.)

[imnotherdadyet]

Girls be like “eww this disgusting I’d never do that.” Then cut to the same girl doing said disgusting stuff after I hit them with the magic words - ✨Good girl.✨

[kayqueuetee]

All you have to do is change one single word. Instead of allowing your little to say "can you change my diaper" require them to ask "can you check my diaper"

All of a sudden they seem so much more helpless, they don't even know if they need a change or not. They just seem so unsure all of a sudden. Even if their intention is to get it changed you've turned a request into them asking for help and that is adorable.

[diapereddoe]

After a very full weekend of sexy big girl fun at the cabin with my friends. An afternoon sucking on my binky and going tinkles in my pampers is just what I need. And these totally babyish dorky diapers give me total unpotty trained toddler vibes 🙈

[smolmarc]

Hehe Yes the sproggs diapers Look sooo childish :) I love them too :) and btw look at this Baby in her Pampers I am sure that one was already soggy :)

[imnotherdadyet]

Chastity belts secured, nappy on, arms and legs safely strapped into your crib restraints, in bed for 7:00pm with a gentle kiss on the forehead, paci in your mouth and plenty of long restless hours to listen to the grown ups through the walks in a vein attempt to sleep. Soon to be wet, messy and cucked.

[puppygirlcooties]

the rules are simple: the diaper doesn't come off unless you can cum in it within the next ten minutes. and no using your hands, sweetie~

[smolmarc]

I would say simple rules Are good rules :)

[imnotherdadyet]

Okay but just having your hand on her nappy when she’s sitting on your lap or gently patting / cupping her butt when your out and about to guide her (… and other forms of subtle gentle control.) are hot as fuck.

[thebiggest-little]

Diaper girls make my brain go brrrrrr😵‍💫🤤😵‍💫🤤😵‍💫🤤

[smolmarc]

I love it, being put into this Kind of Situation. Locked into the crib, Padded and forced to use it. Making sure I cant deny the fact that I am just a Little Boy

[cumpliantly]

What gave you the confidence to put yourself out there with all the ABDL stuff? I know you’re obviously not alone in the community but I appreciate your perspective on things.

It took me so long to even talk to my partner about it / explore it, let alone make a blog. I kinda want to be more open like you are but I’m like terribly afraid at the same time.

I see some of the nasty things people say and it’s really hurtful because I don’t think that what they are saying is true at all, I know it isn’t for me.

I’ve also personally been through some pretty traumatic things in my past especially as a kid and it breaks my heart that anyone thinks that way.

Anyway you and @allertedreturns ‘s relationship dynamic and openness are comforting and inspiring and I thoroughly appreciate your bravery and confidence. 💕

thank you for your message :)<3 i was not always confident with abdl stuff and my blog just sprinkled it in more and more over the years (at first there was actually 0 abdl stuff on my blog and it was more spanking/ddlg/bdsm focused). i would even say i'm still not always completely confident with my abdl side despite being lucky enough to be with the most amazing abdl partner ever. all that to say, even being incredibly lucky in life hasn't stopped me from internalizing those negative thoughts so i really sympathize and i cannot emphasize enough how acceptance can be a non-linear process.

i posted my first abdl (pull-ups) picture in 2018 and it was my only abdl picture on my public blog for a very long time. i don't think confidence is what allowed me to put myself out there, rather than an almost 'desperation'. i kept this side bottled up for sooo long and at the time i remember it feeling like it was exploding out of me and i just needed an outlet so i posted the picture to hopefully connect with likeminded people. at the time, i didn't have a partner into abdl but i remember him teasing me about it after seeing the pictures so that also helped me get my fix in real life, even with someone who wasn't into it. i admire you for bringing it up to your partner directly because that was never something i had to actually navigate.

i don't know if i'm the best to give advice on this because feel like i've cheated the system a bit with confidence. being with my daddy has given me a lot more of it because at my heart i also just love to please so knowing someone is into it makes me more into it! but my content shifted more toward abdl because of tumblr's stricter rules and my dynamic with my partner, not directly because of my confidence and i do feel less connected to abdl right now.

i don't think i directly answered your question but my point with saying all of that is even the people who seem super confident aren't always actually confident. however, i think the anonymity of a blog helps me immensely and the community itself is usually very kind so that does help combat the negative thoughts from outside of the community! the most important thing i remind myself of is that the people who judge have no idea what it's actually like so their opinions shouldn't matter. i also try to tell myself that life is too short to not indulge in what you actually like as long as it doesn't hurt anyone (who doesn't want to be hurt). i hope you are able to take the plunge to put yourself out there more and the important thing is that you know what they're saying isn't true 💕 i will do better to remind myself of that more too so thank you for the reminder!

a fun old text post about that experience with my non-abdl partner:

“Did you post a picture of yourself in diapers?”

His question immediately sent me into little space. i buried my face into His arm and shook my head. the more He teased me and taunted me the more i tried to hide my face in his body because i was so so shy and embarrassed. He asked over and over again, trying to get me to admit how much of a little baby i am and that i need diapers. i kept telling Him they weren’t diapers (bc they weren’t!!!) so then He kept asking if they were for little girls who have accidents. i bashfully nodded my head into His chest without looking at Him. He pulled my hair and forced me to look Him in the face. i kept trying to look away because i felt so humiliated. all i wanted was to hug His arm, curl up, and bury my face in His chest again. His demeaning questions were making me soaked. “if they’re not diapers then what are they? you can tell me.” i kept saying no and was beginning to get bratty. “tell me.” slap. “tell me.” slap. He slapped my face over and over again while still grabbing me by the hair and forcing me to look in His eyes. i couldn’t take it anymore so i finally admitted that i wore pull-ups. He commented on how much of a little girl i am, then asked me if i used them. i lied and shook my head no. the slapping and hair pulling continued until i finally admitted that i’m a little girl who wet herself. He said “awww” so ever condescendingly and all i could do was hide my head in shame.

[einfrechdachs]

people come by while a cg is changing their kiddo.

"yeah you can stay. no worries, she's not experiencing embarrassment yet :)"

and the little girls face is the reddest red in the history of red.