My lover and I have occasionally participated in AB/DL role play activities in the past, but its been exclusive to her being on the receiving end, but unfortunately, mostly not to her liking.
On several occasions I made suggestions that we should try switching it up; perhaps she would enjoy the other side of the AB/DL dichotomy, right? My suggestions were dismissed.
Then, one rather embarrassing day, everything changed.
Iāll spare you the minute details, but letās just āhypotheticallyā say my underwear werenāt ācleanā one day while I was at work which forced me to drive home to change. Donāt judgeā¦ š© happens.
Upon coming home, I saw her car in the drive wayā¦ I quickly began plotting a stealthy path towards our bathroom to elude her learning of my secret. As I waddled in, I could hear her making lunch. āPerfectā I thought, sheās distracted so I can make a run for it.
Wrong. As soon as I walked in, she began questioning my pronounced gait and mischievous facial expression (currently blushing just thinking about it š¤¦š»āāļø)
After some playful, yet serious admonishment, she told me to go to our room and wait for her. My subsequent questioning was met with silent sternness. My thoughts began racing as her usual pleasant disposition was replaced with maternal firmness.
When she walks in the room, she sternly tells me to lay down while motioning to the floor with a diaper in hand. I object, but to no avail.
Being an ABDL, this was something Iād wanted to try, but not in the absence of roleplaying. Sure, I was slightly aroused by her sudden domineering attitude, but the prospect of her actually forcing me into diapers for logical reasons made me feel 2 feet tall.
Next thing I know, Iām getting wiped, lotioned, powdered & diapered because āI canāt be trusted in normal underwearā.
Of course I continued to objectā¦ ācāmon, itās not like this happens all the timeā¦ I donāt need diapers, just give me a new pair of underwear. I have to go back to work!ā
I only realized how infantile my objections were when she brought up how many āpairs of my underwearā sheās been forced to āthrow away because of the stains.ā š³š¤£š
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Her bespoken honesty was soundly convincing and equally emasculating. I silently resigned to despondently staring at our ceiling, attempting to fathom the fact that I was being diapered for āgood reasonā
Iāve always wanted to try this, but not under such humiliating circumstances. This humiliation was palpable, and if Iām being honest, slightly arousing. But mostly humiliating.
Unfortunately, the humiliation didnāt stop there. A couple of days later while on a conference call at work (and embarrassingly/terrifyingly diapered), it happens again (btw, I wonāt go into details, BUT for my prides sake, this isnāt like a āfull blownā accidentā¦ itās the kind of thing that, you know, happens when you incorrectly judge a toot forā¦ well, you know š¤·š»āāļø)
Contemplating my options, I decide to leave the office and pray that she isnāt homeā¦ if not only to preserve my remaining dignity, but the mere freedom to choose my own clothing.
Upon arriving, Iām in luck. I grab the supplies and prepare to change myself, carefully choosing the same diaper style sheād put me in earlier to avoid suspicion.
Then the door opens. I froze, attempting to come up with a viable story for my predicament; instead, I stood there like an idiot, speechless.
Instantly, she noticed not only my beat red faceā¦ not only the pronounced sag in the seat of (what is now unmistakably considered *my*) diaperā¦ not only the sheer humiliation and shame in my eyesā¦ not only the frozen posture of what I can only imagine compares to that of a naughty childā¦ but also, after a moment, a smell comparable only to someone a significant fraction of my age.
This time, the admonishment was less playful and very much, according to her, validating.
Iāve never blushed so much in my entire life. Legs up and eyes on the ceiling, I couldnāt believe that my kink had led me down a path towards authentically experiencing a moment in it.
The safe confines of AB/DL role play simply donāt compare to the feeling of your unintentional actions consequently dictating (humiliating) AB/DL treatment.
SO, shortly thereafter, I was freshly diapered out of ānecessityā š, onesied out of āconvenienceā š, and humiliated out of ācircumstancesā š©.
I was told I would have to PROVE š that I can be trusted with my normal underwear, which I was able to achieve.Ā
However, a few days later, she decided to do an āad-hocā underwear checkā¦ only to find some humiliating evidence. She subsequently diapered me (in a Luvs diaper that she bought because Iāve been āacting more like a baby than an adultā) and placed me in a footed onesie since we are working from home.
Later that morning, upon her looking at our credit card statement and confronting me about myĀ āover spendingā, she informed me that she will be taking my credit card away, my bathroom privilegeās and keeping me in diapers 24/7 for the remainder of the week (Tuesday - Saturday). Thereafter, she willĀ āreassessā whether I deserve to have both my ābathroom & big boy underwear privilege'sā returned.Ā
So there I was, sitting in my home office with a wet diaperā¦ which Iām not entirely confident is still ācleanā, while doing my damnedest to avert a potentialĀ āmessyā disaster in lieu of the spicy Mexican food she decided to order for us the night before.
So wish me luck, everyone.Ā
Until then, stay safe, stay dry & stay clean, everyone.
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