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@thatgalgrace
Friendly reminder that I don't consent to interaction with ageless blogs. I am not comfortable with ageless blogs following/interacting with me. An age in your bio is the absolute bare minimum to ask for in order to read my stuff (which no one is entitled to read in the first place). I will always block on sight.
"18+" and "🔞" are not ages. Put your age in your bio or get blocked bozo
accidentally boofed two prog doses last night
i wonder if there will be any consequences
you are going to be the horniest person alive actually
Enjoy
surely no—oh.
oh.
oh.
✨️oh✨️
please can someone use me???
Called it
w-well are u gonna do anything about it?
pwease?
i like it when romantic or sexual interests call me “kiddo”
I'm really big on the idea of flustering a cute little thing into a full blown tantrum. Screaming, stomping, the whole thing. A crazy burst of rebellious energy that informs exactly how small she is. Encouraging the outburst so that when she's finally worn herself out she'll not have any ability to fight back as I do what I want to her. "Big girls don't have tantrums like that little one. How about we get you into something more comfortable so you can finish processing all of those big feelings easier." Training a girl so effectively that the metaphorical mask physically cannot fit anymore. She tries to put it on and suddenly it has fallen off again because it's too far from who she really is. A little toddler, never to be burdened by the responsibilities of adulthood again.
Lay me down
Kiss my sweet forehead as the folds of the blanket get ever so tucked under me
The soft crinkles and rhythmic suckling coating in the room in sounds of comfort.
This ritual, in which the world and worries slip off of me, and you take it to discard it in giggles and ruffles.
Your hand rubbing my back , running through my hair, layering yet another piece of peace.
Maybe later I will open my eyes, whining about the sog monsters visitation, or a bad dream, or a million and one things that lead to me wanting your attention.
Till at least , my big eyes might yours, full of want and need.
Maybe ill brat about, maybe ill color you a pretty picture, maybe we will watch another movie i love so dearly.
Till at last, the cycle repeats.
And you lay me down.
the paci stays in during sex thank you
what is it, little flower? you know Mama's busy.
Mama, I frew up. 🥺
fuck, again? god dammit. last time it took so long to fix that. well, let's get-
oh.
i thought you said you grew up. ahh okay well i'll toss you in the bathtub
Sweet girl, I don't quite understand why you're getting so fussy about this. You agreed to trade a carte blanch order in exchange for not needing to wear diapers to work. Did you really think I wasn't going to find just as intrusive a way to remind you of my control? I know your cage gets you so fussy by itself. So what better way to remind you who you belong to when I'm not there to keep you properly padded? Permapadded at home, caged whenever you're out of the house. What a perfect arrangement, at least until you're too incontinent to ever even dream of not being diapered 24/7. 😘
Who else loves a good set-up-to-fail situation? Between the mitts and the safety doorknob cover, they never had a chance.
Did this on a day where I wanted to draw but was stuck closely supervising a situation all fuckin day. So I did this intermittently and managed to end with a lil colored sketch
@thatgalgrace so.... this would make it impossible for you huh?
:3
DON'T YOU BE GETTING ANY FUNNY IDEAS
I wasn’t even horny til I put this on.. something about a lock clicking around your princess parts 😵💫
I wasn’t even horny til I put this on.. something about a lock clicking around your princess parts 😵💫
i can always tell when ive had a rough day at work because i start fantasizing about having more and more loss of control. i want someone to give me a paci gag and diaper me and lead me around a con or event or something showing me off. and of course i do everything they say. i play with the other babies. i sit on a stranger's lap when they ask to hold me.
the paci gag has a water bottle attachment that leads to my kiddy leash backpack, like a camelbak. i'm not even being forced or coerced into drinking the water and special juice my cg keeps putting in there, because no matter how full my bladder gets, my oral fixation is such that i keep on sucking at it.
i just keeps on getting fuller and fuller and i whine and mumble around my paci and tug at my leash towards the bathroom. i'm really full... and i keep letting little trickles out into my diaper. is it on accident or because it feels good? i'm not really sure. i'm kind of drunk from the special juice. my cg is still pulling me around to all the different stations at the event. i'm given a stuffed animal and i smile and press it to my face. my new buddy...
my cg tells me to use my words whenever i mumble or tug, and of course i can't. i'm a baby. my paci is just there to signify that. i keep holding it... i'm pressing my legs together and i keep leaning forward a bit to feel the fullness inside. it feels really nice, the little sharp bursts of sensation.
i'm gonna pee. my cg can tell from my stance. i'm frozen with my legs pressed together and i'm leaned over, hugging my new teddy, and they invite anyone who wants to to watch. they adjust my stance a little so my diapered front is more visible.
"it's okay, you've been good. you can let go," they whisper in my ear. and i do.
it feels really good to let all my potty out. i can hear it hissing into my diaper as it gets warm and wet and heavy. i let out a little moan.
my cg takes me aside and changes me, and even teases my little dick a little before taping me up in a fresh one. i'm a little overstimulated and overwhelmed, but in the good way that comes with the loss of control. "want your paci out?" they ask, just in case. i shake my head. i like it too much.
they take me home from the event. i fall asleep in the car on the way home and when we get there i wake up in that weird kind of mid-nap wakeup way where the inside of your mouth tastes like dust and your head feels like it's only halfway out of the water of sleep.
when we get home, they insist on taking the paci gag off because i've had it on too long, it's time for dinner, and the straps were kind of rubbing when i fell asleep with it on in the car. i whine a little, but they promise me my voice can stay off, so i let them take it away.
when i go to sleep, i dream of almost nothing.
been thinking about possibly trying to lock myself up in chastity again it's been a loooong while since i've done that and like, being a good bit hornier lately it might be fun we'll see what happens
dunno what's up today but just feel.... low...
like maybe i shouldnt be as little or subby as i have been or something like that
struggle to make new friends cuz i struggle with keeping up talking, at least over text
and just... feel like im too much for the people im close to sometimes and just struggle with that....
dunno.... thoughts are just.... bleh..
"I'm an adult, I can do what I want!" I say, holding my plushie and sucking my paci and smelling just a little bit like pee
I love Mommy's special friend.
Mommy says I'm too little for "grownup activities", so now she has a special friend that comes to play with her. Mommy told me that she loves the both of us very much and that I'd always be her first priority.
I mean.. I really hated her friend at first. That's MY Mommy. Not yours! Nuhuh!
But she's really kind.
She colors with me.
She plays dollies with me.
She does my hair.
She's even babysat me sometimes!
I don't mind her anymore. I fink we're friends!
I heard Mommy talking about me having a Mama, but Mommy's not Mama, silly!
But two Mommies would be nice..
"You're not problematic, you're two" has got to be one of the most affirming sentences someone has ever said to me
