We've been dating for six months, and tonight you finally confess your secret fantasy to me.
“You want me to... put you in diapers?" I ask, processing this slightly startling information, "And you want me to be strict about it? Make you wear them?"
You explain - it's about giving up control, being dominated, the humiliation of being treated like you can't be trusted.
I consider this for a moment and then smile. "Okay. But if we're doing this, we're doing it my way."
I go to my closet and pull out supplies I've been hiding - I knew about your fetish before you told me.
“Strip. Now." You obey. I lay out a thick diaper on the bed. "Lie down."
I powder you, then pull the diaper up snugly between your legs, taping it firmly.
"There. Now you're in diapers because I say so. And you'll stay in them until I decide otherwise." I pat the front of your diaper condescendingly.
“If you need to use it, you will. Because you don't get bathroom privileges anymore. I control that now. Understand?" You nod, already aroused by my dominance.
"Good boy. Now let's see how long you can stay dry for me.
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