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My little sissy baby had a fun day in his pink care bear onesie, though he was a little hesitant for his giant bow. Didn’t this fluff butt make such a pretty picture. He most definitely not dry afterwards. “Daddy can I have changies?”
“Hmm not until you draw a few more pictures and squirm around in your diaper a bit.”
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Although 29 year-old Elaine wore DISPOSABLE NAPPIES in the daytime, she was always pinned into a terry-towelling NAPPY at night & tucked into bed by 7pm like a little baby. Elaine’s NAPPY was always saturated by the next morning. NAPPIES at 29 for an embarrassed Elaine !
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hi kimmy, i wanted to ask you a bit about petplay! my my little/puppy likes padded petplay much more than ageplay right now; it's a much deeper headspace and easier to get into for her. our problem is it keeping the headspace: tricks are fun, but you can only do them so many times in one sitting before we both sputter out. is there anything you/your daddy uses to passively keep you in petspace? thank you in advance, -penny
Hiii!
So, think about the activities you would do with an ACTUAL pet of their species. I'm a fox, but I can relate to kitties and puppies pretty easily!
One passive thing that I looooove that keeps me in the headspace is just watching a movie together! A pet does not require your complete attention at all times - in fact, that's part of the headspace for me. Fill your pet's food dish, give them some toys to play with, let them cuddle you.
For me, a little bratting and not being allowed on the furniture is super fun. Daddy can watch her TV show while I trot around and play with a toy, and when I need attention, I can just climb on the couch to get in trouble!
Chloe also makes sure I get cage time, which can let me be in pet headspace but still do active, engaging things on my own (like play on the Switch or on my laptop!) The important thing is that you touch base/engage a little, but the same way you would with a pet. You might ask a puppy if they need to go outside... but you could just do a diaper check and give some headpats and praise and go back to doing your thing!
Hope this helps and thank you for the question!!
“Awww sweetheart what’s the matter??”
“I don’t wanna be a sissy baby anymore! I hate it! I hate it!”
“Watta you mean you hate it? I thought this is what you wanted…you asked me to dress you like a little girl and put you in diapers…”
“Yea but I didn’t mean all the time! And i never said I wanted to actually use the diapers! And I definitely never wanted to suck cock! And i don’t ever even get to cum because i’m always in this stupid chastity device!!”
"Well Honey I’m sorry this isn’t what you expected, but honestly I didn’t expect to enjoy it so much. Remember, you begged me to do this to you. To treat you like a little baby girl. And little baby girls have to use their diapers and they have to learn how to suck cock like a big girl! And they can’t be cumming all the time otherwise it wouldn’t be a punishment now would it? So i’m sorry this isn’t exactly how you pictured but you’re just going to have to remember this was your fantasy, not mine. And i was nice enough to do it for you, so I think I can have a little bit of fun myself. Now, for your actions you will have to stay in your soggy/messy diaper for the night, and I don’t want to hear another complaint from now on, do you understand me?”
a rare @wittlesissybabytoo throwback
Such a good lil diapered puppy in his cage
Nothing hotter than a black mega max <3
What a baby 😣
*NOTE: THIS IS ALL FICTION - it’s an experiment, and I hope it’s as fun as it is in my imagination!*
You know, I never thought I’d actually enjoy it… but I did. The way he doted on me, all of the attention he paid to me. He was a good boyfriend before, but he was a great daddy. He was so cute and shy when he asked the first time… why wouldn’t I say yes, it wasn’t like he wanted me to wear them ALL the time.
…then I liked it. We’re what, two weeks in? I swear, they’re getting thicker. It can’t be just my imagination… but I like it? I’ve never been more glad to be working from home, though.
I hate to admit it, but I think I’m starting to like wetting them, too. The bedtime routine he made up was kind of cute, but I’m starting to wonder if he wants me to be a bedwetter or something.
But that’s crazy, right?
For now, I don’t mind. I wear them to bed, I wet them for him, he smiles at me in a different way than he did before… and I like it. I feel loved.
And I don’t think I ever feel as loved as when he changes me. That’s what did it, I think… made the “wetting” thing okay. Part of me thinks he’d like it if I did… y’know… the other thing, but that’s crazy, right?
Totally crazy.
“Hi sweetie!” I greeted him, sitting down on the soft white blanket. He liked it if I were sitting on the floor. He didn’t generally even have to say things like that, I could just tell. “Do you like my new top?”
“Hey, crinklebutt!”, I said as she sat down on her white blanket. “Yes, sure! You know, it would only bother me if it covers more of your diaper. But less is definitely not a problem!“ I laughed and gave her a wink.
It made me happy to see how well she was taking her new rules. At first, she was so reluctant, but now she was sucking them up like a dry sponge. I really had to make sure not to push it too fast. But on the other hand, I really got the impression she started to like her diapers. Well, maybe that part was a bit unfair from my side because it is hard to not enjoy a magic wand on a soggy diaper - the poor girl didn’t really have a chance, oh well. Even her regular drinks in the evening right before bedtime are meanwhile not a problem anymore, I wonder a bit if she knows where all of this is supposed to go in the long run. But, yeah, if I plan on keeping her in such thick diapers at night anyways, she might as well get used to using them, right? Thinking about diapers …
“How is your diaper doing? It looks a bit soggy … do you need a change? “
I couldn’t help but blush at his teasing. The idea that I was wetting myself for him… it would have been completely unimaginable two weeks ago, but here I was, crawling toward him with a smile.
I took his hand and pressed it to my diapered crotch, letting my bladder go, feeling the warmth spread again through the already wet padding. Even the act of wetting was starting to become arousing. A wet diaper just meant another session with the magic wand, and it was so much nicer in his hand. The wand was usually too intense to use without something to mute it, something to cover it.
Who knew that a wet diaper was the perfect thing?
I could see the grin spread across his face. He was so much more confident now, the more power I gave over to him, the sexier he became, like I was feeding him pure power.
It was intoxicating. He had gone from a guy who would dither over what we’d get for dinner to ordering for me, and it was beautiful. Sometimes I thought he knew me better than I knew myself.
I decided to give him more, playing along with this world of his where he made the rules. “I don’t know, is that really a thing little girls like me should decide?”
I could tell I was driving him wild.
It was mutual.
I stood up from the couch and went down on my knees right in front of her, and started to massage gently her soggy, diapered crotch. Gosh, her moan was such a turn on.
“Well … seems like something else has a higher priority right now than a diaper change, right?“, I said, thoroughly enjoying the situation. Before she could give me an answer, I intensified my massaging.
“Are you willing to promise me something?“, I whispered in her ear. I had learned in the past weeks that in her current state, she was willing to promise me almost anything I wanted, so … why not take advantage of that?
I heard a silent “Yeth”, mixed with heavy breathing. I could easily tell that she was so turned on by now, her closed eyes, slightly open mouth and her body rocking back and forth betrayed her.
“If I let you make cummies in your diaper now“, I continued, “are you willing to go to the party later in extra thick diapers?“
“Oh god… “ his touch was incredible. I wasn’t even processing what he was asking me. Something about a party? Nothing was real in that moment, nothing but his hand massaging my clit through the thick, wet diaper.
I had been spending so much time thinking about my next diaper change that day that I was needy, incoherent, and on the edge of orgasm almost instantly.
“Do you promise?” His voice was gravelly in my ear, his beard scratching my cheek. His hand slowed, and I needed him to go faster.
I cried out. “I promise! Faster, faster, please.”
He obliged. “Good girl, you make me so happy… “
“Yes… yesss, faster, I promise yes… “ I rambled incoherently, a line of drool escaping my mouth as I laid back, moaning wildly.
Of course, he didn’t stop with the first orgasm. Of course not. His hand was replaced by the wand, coaxing another from me. Then another. He said something, I responded with moans and agreement and begging for more.
The world exploded, lights and colors in yet another glorious orgasm and I nearly passed out, flopping backwards, feeling him gently lower me onto the blanket.
When I came to, he was in the middle of changing me.
Into another diaper. And I was sure this one was thicker. I was too exhausted though. He was helping me sit up… I was drinking a glass of water.
“Wow… “ I panted, admiring his smile. “Just wow… “
…but another diaper wasn’t what I wanted right now. I was going out with the girls tonight, with my BFF, that’s why I got the new top. It was a party, a small one, but these were people I had been friends with forever. I wasn’t wearing a diaper, we were going clubbing after the celebration.
…now I just had to figure out how to tell him.
Today was a great day. Sure, on the one hand, I had planned to keep her a bit … let’s say … desperate in her diapers, because the anticipation of a soggy orgasm made her so much better behaved. But on the other hand, this was my chance to put her diaper training on a deeper level. I knew she really wanted to go to that party with her friends, and that was just the perfect opportunity: If she wanted to go, then she had to do it with her cute, puffy diaper bottom.
Of course I never intended to humiliate her or something, but it’s just a fact that an outing has a very positive effect on the overall diaper training. Once her friends are aware of her crinkly underwear, there is no going back and additionally, she has nothing to hide anymore.
“Looks like someone had a very good time in a very soggy diaper, huh?“, I asked her jokingly, wondering how long it would take until she realized that her party experience would be a bit different today.
“When are you going to leave, sweetie?”
“About thirty minutes.” I struggled to turn around and stand in this ridiculous diaper - it had to be three times as thick as the one I had just… enjoyed. Part of me was glad he wasn’t coming to the party, he’d tease me when no one was looking if he did. He’d made me wear diapers even out to the movies and the store lately, it felt like I hadn’t worn panties at all in weeks. It was just so hard to tell him no now, he’d put an arm around me and peek down the back of my diaper and I melted in his arms.
When did they go from being “the diapers” to “my diapers”?
“It’s a shame you can’t go, you haven’t seen Steff in a while and she likes you.” It was a white lie - but she’d love him now, she was into strong men, and my daddy was that and thensome. “But um, I do need to take this off - I didn’t even know they came this thick? It’s crazy.”
There was that arm around my waist. I flushed, but I was going to stand my ground on this one. I wasn’t wearing this thing out with my friends, even if Heather’s latest texts kind of hinted that she was in a similar situation lately.
“Sweetie, there is not really room for discussion on this matter. You promised me you’d wear your extra thick diapers tonight“, I told her gently, but firmly. To make sure she didn’t get me wrong I pulled her close, put my arms around her and gave her a long kiss. Then I looked straight into her eyes.
“You’re either going with your diapers on, or you’re not going at all. It’s that simple“, I continued. Immediately after I was finished, I could clearly see the effects of my last statement. She looked at me with a mixture of desperation, anger and excitement. Before she could make up a proper response, I said:
“You’ll be fine, babygirl“, and I couldn’t help but enjoy to see her blushing. I leaned forward and whispered into her ear:
“And if I am not completely mistaken, you won’t be the only one at the party who has a puffy bottom, sweetie!“
When I leaned back again, her face was full of surprise.
“What was her name? Heather, right?“, I asked with a big smile on my face.
How did he know? Was he in some kind of diaper-your-girlfriend club with Heather’s boyfriend? The pat on my bottom broke my train of thought. Part of me was screaming that I should fight back, to take the diaper off anyway and go get changed…
Submitting to him was challenging sometimes, pushing away those instincts. But every time I had so far, things had only gotten better. I had been so stressed before starting this little game with him, before agreeing to wear that first diaper.
But I couldn’t help myself. "I never promised…“
His arm squeezed around my waist as he whispered, “You did, in exchange for your cummies.“
I hated that word, it was so degrading, especially as he patted that ridiculously thick diaper again. He was right, I had promised, I could remember now that he mentioned it, now that the fog of need was gone… and while it wasn’t entirely fair, if I didn’t follow through, the best orgasms of my life might be taken away.
“Fine,” I pouted. I trusted he was right, despite the anxiety. It might be nice to have someone else to talk to about this. Heather had hinted, he had basically confirmed - he knew something I didn’t, and he had been right about so much along this little game. It would be really nice to share the good parts about agreeing to give up so much control with someone, not just the embarrassing parts. I just hoped Steff wouldn’t make fun of us. It would be easier if Heather actually was in diapers too.
“Good girl. You’ll be getting a reward.”
I liked the sound of that. With a grin, I waddled my way to the bedroom. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad, I could hide it under a long skirt, though it was a shame not to get to pair this new top with the plaid miniskirt that I had planned. I made sure to emphasize my waddle, to swing my hips wide as I walked - he liked that.
I laughed at the pair of silly, pink ruffled panties that waited for me on the bed… next to my miniskirt. I grabbed them and with effort, pulled them on just to see if they would fit over the absurd diaper. With any luck, it would muffle the crinkling - and between that and an ankle-length skirt, no one would even know. No one had noticed at the store or the movies, or out on a walk. It was funny how people just didn’t pay any attention to things they didn’t expect.
“Do these look cute, daddy?” I giggled, two could play at the cutesy name game - he called me babygirl to make me blush, I could call him daddy to give that same thrill.
“I need to see if I have a maxi skirt that will go with this top - I really want to wear this new top.”
I was surprised by another hand on me… I hadn’t said anything this time!
Before she had the opportunity to look for one of her maxi skirts, I grabbed her softly by the hips and turned her around. The look on her face told me that she was surprised by my action. I gave her a smile and a kiss to show her that everything was alright, and said:
“I don’t think that you need anything else to wear on top of your ruffled panties, babygirl!“
I could see a slight touch of panic in her eyes before I even finished my sentence.
“No way!“, she said in disbelief. “I can’t wear that to the party, that’s ridiculous … I mean, c’mon … you are joking, right? … RIGHT? … But everyone would know …“
The fact that I just kept silent during her monologue and continued to look at her with a smile on my face, my hands still gently resting on her hips, obviously unsettled her, so I said:
“Look, sweetie, you wanted this pair of panties so badly, although I told you it is too expensive to wear it just at home, do you remember?“
“Yeah, but I …“
“Hear me out, honey“, I interrupted her. “It’s clear that you can’t wear it just at home, I mean, you aren’t even supposed to wear anything over your diapers at home, right? So, that means you’re gonna wear it out and about, but I don’t think it’s suitable for work, a doctor appointment or a family gathering, right?“
“No, but …“
“So, you would rather wear it to a family gathering then?“, I asked innocently, knowing exactly that I had her were I wanted her. She knew now that she would have to wear her pink pair of ruffled panties in public sooner or later, and this was her one and only chance to pick the least embarrassing setting. Before she came up with an answer, I continued:
“That’s what I thought, babygirl, and trust me, no one will care at the party. Most of the guest will probably be drunk anyways, and I really doubt that any drunk person cares about a puffy bottom of a certain Miss Crinklepants, don’t you think?”
My head was spinning at what he was saying. His hands were so strong, so firm. His voice was filled with so much confidence. I found myself being guided to sit down on the bed, but when he stepped back, I reached for him.
“Wait… “ It was true that the rules of the game said that I wasn’t supposed to wear anything over my diaper at home, and he was right that I had fussed for the panties when he was shopping for diapers… he was also right that I certainly wasn’t going to wear them to any of the places he listed.
There was no way I weas wearing diapers to a family gathering or a doctor’s appointment AT ALL.
He was acting like I’d never wear panties again.
“I can’t go with no pants on. I have to wear something.”
His smirk sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt a new heat in my diaper. He was turning me on again already.
“Well, babygirl.” His voice was silk as he leaned forward, kissing me gently. I melted into him, into that strength. When he stood back up, my plaid miniskirt was in my hands. The skirt I had originally planned to wear. “I suppose you can try it on.”
Blushing, I played along. He wanted to see me in the skirt. I could change after, it was fine to show him. I tried to step into it… but I couldn’t pull it up over the diaper. I had to step out of it again and drop it over my head, laughing a little as I tugged it down.
“There.” I tugged again, wondering if the skirt was doing anything at all to hide the pink ruffles on my butt. “I’ll wear this for you now… but then I’m putting on a longer skirt!”
I was seriously undecided whether I should give in or not. On the one hand, I didn’t want to embarrass her completely, and maybe her pink, ruffled panties was a little bit too much. On the other hand, I didn’t want to back down either. Her diaper training was decided, and I knew I had to push her a bit. Her outing was inevitable anyways sooner or later, and I felt it would make things easier on her and her diapered status once her friends knew. We spent so much money on her diapers and outfits, and she became always very creative to find an excuse why she couldn’t wear them on this or that occasion.
“No“, I said, and she looked at me, clearly worried what ‘no‘ would mean this time. “I think I am very generous by allowing you to wear anything at all over your pink panties, sweetheart“, I told her strictly. “And just to be clear here“, I continued, “I am not even completely sure about that short skirt you are wearing right now. But if …“, and I made a small break to let it sink in that she shouldn’t be too sure about getting to wear a skirt tonight, let alone any further negotiations on the matter, “if you will be allowed to wear something over your pink panties later, it will be either that skirt or nothing at all, is that understood, young lady?“
Considering her reaction, that was probably a bit stricter than I wanted it to be, but I really got the impression she was cherrypicking when it came to her diaper training, and I wanted her to understand that it wouldn’t work like that: She wanted me to be in charge and to put her back in diapers, great, but then she wouldn’t get to pick where and how she would be wearing them.
“But this skirt is too …“, she started complaining again, and I could hear a hint of desperation in her voice.
“I don’t wanna hear it, babygirl“, I interrupted her. ”Look, you have exactly four options now. Number one, you don’t attend the party at all, we just stay at home, order some pizza, cuddle on the couch and watch some Netflix movies. Number two, you attend the party exactly like you are dressed now and have a good time with your friends, use your diaper like a good girl and everything is alright. Number three, you continue this discussion, in which case we will just call Heather’s boyfriend here and now and ask him how he will dress her tonight to make sure her diaper is hidden. Or number four, you throw a tantrum now, in which case you get a spanking and a very early bedtime. No party, no Netflix and no pizza.“
She looked at me with wide eyes.
“So, tell me, sweetie, which option do you pick?“, I asked her.
My emotions had been a tempest before, now they were a hurricane inside me. Every time he cut me off, every time he interrupted my objections so sternly but so sweetly, it was harder to resist.
I had given him so much, I had no idea how to fight back now… and I didn’t want to. But at the same time, I was terrified of what might happen.
His list of choices was itself an emotional journey. I sat down on the bed in frustration, crossing my arms.
But he grabbed my chin gently and forced my eyes upward as he talked… I loved it when he did that, it made me feel about three feet tall, and completely in his power.
Number one sounded nice, peaceful. Safe. But it made me sad at the same time. I hadn’t seen Steff in ages and I really wanted to. I wanted to go out, be drunk and silly, dance like an idiot and sing at the top of my lungs. I wanted to cut loose.
Number two was what I expected… until he got to using my diaper around my friends. My cheeks flared red and I tried to look away, but he held my chin tight and kept talking. My reaction didn’t matter, he was giving me my choices. I hadn’t thought about peeing myself in front of my friends… it would be so humiliating. I couldn’t!
Number three… it said everything. He knew what he was doing. He knew Heather’s boyfriend. Her boyfriend was dressing her? Picking out her clothes? My boyfriend didn’t pick out my clothes…
…but he did, didn’t he? I tried to object, he shut me down. Did I have any power anymore? I had been reduced to choosing from a list…
Number four… sealed it. He would spank me. He had before, and it had surprised me how much it hurt. I hadn’t expected it to hurt, I certainly hadn’t expected to cry… but I did. He reduced me to a puddle of tears before diapering me again and holding me in his lap.
And I realized then just how much I had given to him. I couldn’t argue, I couldn’t convince him. I was sitting on our bed in a diaper that he put on me, one that I knew wouldn’t be dry for more than 15 minutes. I had stopped holding it - what was the point if the bathroom wasn’t an option?
I tugged at the hem of my skirt, fidgeting as I thought…
…and I started to cry.
He wrapped his arms around me as I sobbed out my feelings, “I’m scared, daddy. I’m scared Steff will laugh at me, I’m scared she won’t be my friend anymore… “
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Contains: HEAVY sissy humiliation, wetting, femdom.
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Puppy Humiliated
Look at you
Be still. I'm taking pictures. I want you to see yourself. Don't make that face. You may feel ridiculous but your embarrassment only makes you more adorable.
Put your face down in that bowl.
Now stick your tongue out. Really drink the water.
Mmmh. You look so cute.
Stick your ass up in the air further, and wiggle your tail.
I can smell your cunt from here.
How long has it been since you came?
Two weeks is a lot, but I love seeing what you'll do just to be allowed to cum.
Put your leash in your mouth, and sit up like you're begging, look right into the camera.
You're an adorable puppy.
Stop looking away when I talk to you.
Now crawl over there and pick out one of those dog toys.
Put it in your mouth.
Good girl.
Now, crawl back over here.
Drop it.
Ha! Oh, you are such a good puppy!!
You are so red. You're so cute when you're red.
Hand me your leash with your mouth.
Lay on your back, with your head at my feet.
Put the chew toy in your mouth.
Look me in the eye.
You are such a good puppy. Such a sweet adorable puppy.
I can't wait for you to see this video. Your eyes look so miserable.
Put your legs up.
Put your fingers in your pussy.
Now keep that chew toy in your mouth while you finger your little pussy.
When you're about to cum, squeeze the toy so it squeaks, and I'll tell you if you have permission or not.
Oh, you don't like that? Well, that's okay, I guess you can go two more weeks.
I thought you might change your mind.
Okay now. Start playing.
I love this. You're so cute. This video will be so much fun to watch together.
Don't cry baby. I promise, you look as pretty as you look embarrassed right now.
Remember, squeak the chew toy when you're about to cum.
You're such a good girl when you want to cum. You really will do anything. You are laying on the floor with a dog toy in your mouth while I pull on this leash. You drank out of a dish on the floor.
You'd do anything to cum right now, won't you?
You'd bark like a dog?
And sit up and pant and beg like a dog?
And hump my leg like a dog?
You are so cute. And so pathetic when you want to cum.
Daddy loves you so much babygirl. I can't wait to fuck you like a dog while I make you watch this video.
Mhhmmhmmm.... I knew you were close. Slow down a little bit and squeak that toy for me. Mmmmhmm... Yes. But no babygirl. I think I want to see if you'll really hump my leg.
Get up here.
Good girl.
Remember, squeak the chew toy when you're close.
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I don’t know how long I was asleep, but I could recognize that my surroundings looked exactly the same as they did when I was put down for my nap. The lights remained dim, the mobile above me turned slowly, and I hadn’t moved more than an inch in my sleep.
The swaddle stayed tight and warm through my nap. It was very comfortable to wake up tightly wrapped in my soft pajamas.
What wasn’t comfortable, though, was my diaper. After several full bottles served just an hour before falling asleep, I wasn’t surprised that I had soaked myself without waking up. It felt cold, meaning that I must have been sitting in a wet diaper for some time now.
I tried to squirm but couldn’t, the swaddle was unbreakable as I came to from the sedative suppository. I didn’t know whether Molly was in the room and outside of my field of vision, or if she was in another area of the Padded Princess Playroom.
Instinctively, I knew that she would be listening to the baby monitor no matter what, leaving me with one effective, yet incredibly infantile option.
Crying.
“MMMMMMMMOWWY!” I yelled, letting my pacifier fall from my mouth. “WAHHHHHHH!”
I fussed, moaned, and mumbled between cries to cause as much commotion as possible. I attempted to shift my weight from side to side to break free, but the swaddle was too tight, and the weighted blanket made it too difficult to do more than a little squirming. I couldn’t even spread my legs to relieve the pressure from my wet diaper.
Eventually, I heard the lock on the door unlatch, and Molly answered my call for assistance. Closing the door behind her, she took little time to lower the crib’s railing and began to console me.
“Oh my little one, you are quite the noisy baby after your nap today!” She said, rubbing my tummy with one hand and caressing my hair with the other. “You must have either had a bad dream or woken up as a very wet baby to need me so urgently, let’s check and see.”
Molly began to uncover my body through the layers of blankets, removing the weighted blanket and undoing the swaddle. Finally, I could move my limbs freely in relief. Once the swaddle was fully undone, my legs were pushed apart by the thickness of my diaper, alerting Molly to my soggy situation.
“Ahhhhh someone was a little super soaker today, making such a big wetsie for Nanny,” she cooed as she worked to undo the buttons at the crotch of my sleeper.
Once she had made an opening large enough for her hand, she checked my diaper by inserting her fingers in between the padding and my princess parts.
“I don’t think this could hold one more ounce of liquid honey, it’s a good thing that I added a stuffer to your nap time diaper, otherwise you’d of leaked!” Molly teased. “Let’s not dilly-dally Lucile, stand up for me so I can change your diaper.”
Molly helped me to my feet, leaving the snaps on my sleeper unfastened. I felt the padding droop between my legs, and with each step my face twinged in response to the plug shifting inside of me, to which my nanny took notice.
“Did you enjoy your bottom training little one?” she asked. “Daniel is going to be so proud to hear that we started stretching out your rosebud today. I think in due time we won’t even have to give you laxatives, you’ll be making stinkies just as easily as you wet yourself like the little toddler you are.”
I blushed, knowing that this was only going to be the beginning of a long-term situation. I hated having messy accidents, even though Daniel had told me time and time again that it was only natural to use my diaper.
Molly helped me onto the changing table and resumed unbuttoning my sleeper until I was naked once again. The only items of clothing remaining on my body were the diaper around my waist and the cuffs around my wrists and ankles.
Pretty appropriate for a submissive adult baby girl…
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I love her expression. She knows that boy is hers. There’s no chance he’ll be running off with another woman, not now she’s reduced him to a diaper-wearing loser. It doesn’t matter how handsome he is, or how much weight he can lift at the gym. He goes wee-wee and whoopsie-daisy in his pants. He needs his Mommy now, and she’ll always be there to keep him in his place.
“Come on, let’s go. Finish up in the kitchen and then we’re done.”
Lying in the corner of their now furniture-free living room -- goodbye couch, recliner, coffee table, entertainment center, giant TV -- Brian cried again and fought haplessly against his shackles. Chained. Diapered. Pacified. Watching his wife Sarah be led by a leash to the kitchen, where the gag would be temporarily removed so she could lick the floor clean. She’d just finished up in the living room before the ballgag was shoved back in. Brian admired his wife’s stunning ass, perfectly shaped in her thong. Oh, if he’d only been a normal man and been only attracted to that and just had regular old sex with his wife.
Instead...he had weaknesses. Diapers. Panties. Bondage. Humiliation. Eventually he fell into the hands of a cruel dom. What started out as fun turned into a nightmare as the dom quickly took control of the diapered pansy. Brian was soon giving all his money to the dom. What his wife earned as a yoga instructor couldn’t keep up and he finally had to reveal why they had financial problems. She was going to leave him. Fuck off. When he said, “My master did say he’d give us a rent allowance but....”
“But?”
“But you’d have to be his slut too.”
And so the process started. Sold the house. Master had found a tiny studio in a bad part of town for them to live in, where they’d be his slaves for as long as he wanted. Room for a crib, maybe two if he turned the wife into a babygirl too. But first...had to get the house ready! Master diapered and shackled Brian and then put the slutty, innocent wife to work, licking every room clean at the feet of her master now too. It wasn’t her fault at all. Unless you consider it her fault for ever getting involved with a diaper-wearing faggot.
You are not getting out of that highchair until that bowl is spotless
