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YOU ARE THE REASON
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we're not kids anymore.

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@vhatthefuck
Privacy is such an interesting concept within ageplay. Like I think one of the most important things you gain once you become an adult is privacy. So it only makes sense that when you make someone a little that you immediately take away that privacy. There is no part of their body you're not allowed to explore, there's no private moments like a bath or a walk around the park, you can even go as far as setting up a baby monitor for moments where you aren't in the room. And it's very hot, there's something about the fact that you get to see their true selves because there is no self without you. The fact you get to see every emotion, every desire, every little bit that they want to hide is in your hands.
While taking away someone's adult privilege is very hot, I think there is an angle that's even hotter. The reason that most children don't have privacy is because they cannot be trusted to keep themselves safe. So if you convince your little that you need to take their privacy not because you want to see them naked or that you want them to feel your presence. But because without you watching them you need to make sure they're doing something that is safe. Especially if you add in some orgasm control to your play. Like obviously an adult would be able to control themselves and not masturbate but since they are not able to help themselves then you need to take their privacy.
And I love this so much because it's such a contradiction to being an adult. Like giving up your privacy is incredibly dangerous for an adult. So to be convinced that giving up your privacy you are being convinced that the only way to keep yourself safe is to give up something that keeps most adults safe. So when you are faced with the choice of letting a camera be installed in your room then you are asking the question: are you truly an adult or little baby who can't take care of themselves.
there's something so profoundly beautiful in creating a space so safe and nurturing for a man, that he feels comfortable enough to let his guard down completely.
it's as though he's letting his inner child emerge, soft and unguarded. he's surrendering the weight of the world to you and letting you baby him, becoming sweet putty in your arms. almost like he's allowing himself to be enveloped by your care and affection and in return, you get to witness a tender side to him- gentle, vulnerable and unburdened.
you're safe and sound with mommy, baby <3
boys want to be lead around wearing a collar and leash. they like it. it’s for their enrichment
Mommy's Playtime...
Aw, come on now. You can do it, just like this... Yeah, are you ready to become a drooly-mouthed, big O'l baby, for Mommy? It sure seems like you're losing those adult inhibitions. Where's Mommy's big baby, hmm?
Maybe another baba will do the trick, yeah? That's it! All gone... You feeling warm and fuzzy now, baby?
Mm-hmm, yeah. Of course, it's necessary, baby. Remember, we need to practice safely, so you'll still need to wear protection when you're with Mommy in her big girl bed. Yeah, sort of...like when you were a big boy, we still don't want any "accidents," one big baby is enough for me. But we also don't want little puddles or stains to clean up either now, do we? Yeah, so now it's time to get you padded up, safe and secure. Just look how cute these ones are!
Ahh, open up now, sweetie. That's right, no more fussy adult brain. Bye-byes! There we go. That'll help get that tongue warmed up and working, Mommy has plans for that cute little mouth of yours later...
What's da matter, Babycakes? Aww, you want to play with Mommy? Sure, we can still "play" together. No, no, for now we'll just occupy those little grabby hands with your blockies...I think this is more your speed now.
Your pacifier soon pulsed with a gentle, familiar rhythm, a tiny metronome marking the surrender of your will. A delicate sheen of drool now coated your chin as you melted deeper into the role she had so carefully crafted for you. Lost in a warm haze, the weight of self-consciousness slipped away like a chimed note of a nursery rhyme playing in the background. You almost missed the subtle stillness that fell over her, a brief pause in her gaze over you.
Her eyes drifted down to where you lay, with the brightly colored baby block of playful teasing, still held in her fingers. She gave you the look. You knew that look, the silent language you'd both had cultivated over the years. And then, the telltale sign – the delicate press of her teeth against her lower lip. Oh God, that lip bite! Seeing her face build with desire sent a shiver of anticipation, both exciting and familiar, that ran right through you into your awaiting diaper.
Seeing you this way, utterly pliant and vulnerable, ignited a spark within her, a Pavlovian response honed by years of whispered desires. You looked so helpless, and Mommy was getting aroused! The memory of your shared intimacies, moments when she had once treated you with a generous, but now forbidden, adult intimacy, tugged at the back of your mind. But you knew better than to linger on such thoughts. Your dynamic had shifted, solidified. She was the only confident, sophisticated adult in the room now.
She adored you like this, stripped of any agency, a simple toy with which she could play out her desires. You could only lie there, a helpless offering, every soft squirm a silent plea for her touch. Over the years, the thrill of complete control had blossomed within her, eclipsing any lingering trace of doubt. She no longer felt any guilt or obligation, as she no longer considered you as an equal sexual partner. And she'd come to prefer how your moans were replaced with pathetic whimpers, so there was simply no need to entertain any explicit satisfaction for your urges; you were just lucky to be there, but most importantly, you were there for her pleasure.
Now that look on her face was unmistakable. You knew what was coming. You were about to become her cherished plaything once more. And in the quiet intimacy of that moment, Mommy's playtime was about to begin.
sickens me to my stomach. how dare this guy get to live my dream.
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Lost a bunch of weight. Finally slimming down
polaroids but it’s him on his knees for me with my fingers in his mouth
Let's fix your mommy issues sweetheart. You just eat my pussy like a desperate pervert and I tell you what a good boy you are for that
Shibatte Mitsumete, Tie Me Up Stare Me Down, 縛って見つめて by Taki Zawayuki.
things that, unfortunately, make the brat listen:
“eyes on me.”
“use your big words.”
“you can ask better than that.”
“care to repeat that?”
“pretty little doll.”
“my love. you are far too wet to lie to me.”
“you better watch your tone.”
“that my good baby.”
“my good girl.”
“kneel.”
“watch that attitude if you still want to sit comfortably.”
“the brattier you get the softer i fuck you.”
“no buts.”
“behave.”
“on your knees.”
🙈🥺🙇🏼♂️
gotta love a cute clingy crybaby who never wants to let go
MOMMY