ABDL Daddy

It's come to my attention that not all of you littles are being raised with a firm hand. Let's fix that!

1. The potty is off-limits.

2. Only mommy touches your tapes.

3. Diapers are for number one AND two.

4. No cussing.

5. No back talk.

6. No telling mommy ‘no.’

7. No excessive whining.

8. Don’t ask mommy for a change. She’ll check you.

9. Ask mommy for permission for stickies.

10. PG stands for parental guidance for a reason, kiddo. Ask mommy before watching.

11. Absolutely no PG-13, NC-17 or R movies.

12. When mommy says diaper check, you stop what you’re doing, put your hands on your knees, and bend over.

13. Give mommy your phone before bed.

14. Bedtime is 9:00pm. Not a minute later. 15. Failure to mess your diaper at least once a day will result in a week of suppositories to reset. 16. Every single one of baby’s holes belongs to mommy. Act like it.

17. Tell mommy when you have big feelings. (Almost) every tantrum is avoidable.

18. Quiet hands, little one.

19. Spit-out pacis will be coated in lemon juice and reinserted the first time. You won’t want to let it happen a second time.

20. Eat all the food mommy gives you. Every last bite.

21. Take all your medicine. No tedious questions about names or side effects.

22. Just because mommy bounces you on her knee doesn’t mean you have permission to make stickies. And don't tell me to slow down. Control yourself.

23. Thank mommy after each punishment.

24. Warm enemas are for slip-ups. Cold enemas are for misbehavior. Cold, soapy, retention enemas are for brats. Choose wisely.

25. Ask mommy before you spend any more than $10.

26. If you don’t pick before on the third ring, expect to find yourself over mommy’s lap.

27. Company or not, no covering your diaper at home.

28. All of mommy’s friends are “Mr.” or “Mrs.” to you.

29. A big, stinky mess in the back of your diaper isn’t an excuse not to bounce on mommy’s knee or get strapped tight into your car seat. If it was, nothing would get done.

30. Only drink out of the sippy cups mommy gives you. There’s only so much laundry she can do in a week.

31. You can hump your plushies if you’ve been good. Don’t even think about making stickies though. Mommy checks each change.

32. Naughty behavior at dinner will result in baby going to bed with plastic panties and an unchanged blowout.

33. When mommy puts on your boots and mittens, it’s time to crawl, munchkin.

34. If you have a messy accident in public, be sure to let mommy know immediately. Clear voice. Speak up. You know how mommy feels about mumbling.

35. You are expected home immediately after work. Mommy has access to the traffic report, so don’t even consider trying to be sneaky.

36. Speaking of, mommy needs access to your phone’s location at all times. And you better hope it’s never offline. “Bad service” is a myth.

37. It’s okay to cry during a spanking. Mommy will comfort you as soon as she’s done, sweetie.

38. Enemas aren’t just given for misbehavior. Trust that mommy knows what’s best.

39. Morning chores must be completed before a morning change is given out.

40. Ask mommy before drinking caffeine. The answer might not always be yes.

41. You either sleep naked or in one of mommy’s t-shirts. No exceptions.

42. When mommy’s friends are over, sit pretty and speak when spoken to.

43. Always hold mommy’s hand when out and about.

44. No talking back. Mommy’s word is the law. You will know when she wants your input. It’s rare. 45. When mommy puts your pacifier in, she’s also the one who decides when to take it out. 46. No trying to cover your diaper in public. Mommy works hard on your outfits.

47. Report your misbehavior to mommy immediately to avoid extra spanks.

48. Don’t stifle your moans when mommy touches your pretty little spot.

49. Be good for mommy.

50. Mommy loves you.

So this was how it ends for a sissy. Well, maybe more like begins.

Married for 14 years. Secret diaper-wearing faggot. You know the type. You are the type. Or maybe you unfortunately married the type.

For years he emailed with dominant men. Set up meetings. Never followed through. But now, at 47, he'd said he had to do it. HAD to experience what it was like to be a controlled diaper-wearing sissy, at least for a few days.

He took a trip to Vegas. Business, he told his wife. Would be there six days. The story was plausible since he went there a lot for work. But this time he'd be with a daddy he'd been chatting with who lived in North Carolina. The daddy was driving to Nevada, which seemed weird to the sissy, but whatever. Daddy would meet him there. Daddy would diaper. Daddy would spank. Daddy would make him suck cock. Daddy would fuck him. Then he'd go back to his wife and see if he could continue his facade.

His daddy told him to be on the desk in the room, diapered, sissy shirt, legs up. He'd arrive between 2 and 3 p.m. and if daddy didn't walk in and find him like that, he'd drag the sissy into the lobby and leave him. The sissy was to leave the latch on the door so it could be opened by anyone. How dangerous! But he had to do it. Had to.

So he laid there, waiting. Waiting for daddy. He thought he knew what he was getting into. He didn't of course.

Yes, daddy was going to enter and spank. Fuck him. Diaper him. Make him suck cock. But also? Daddy was going to videotape all this. Put it online. Daddy was going to invite friends over he'd met online. Have them fuck the sissy. Diaper him. Spank him. Take him to gay clubs and show him off. And more. Take him to a female tattoo artist he'd corresponded with who could do kinky shit, like, say, work on a drugged sissy dragged in by daddy. The artist would tat an adult diaper on the sissy's cheek and the Pampers logo on his other cheek. The sissy would get a nose ring. The sissy would be taken to a salon, his hair bleached blonde and then set into little girl sissy curls. He'd be taken to lingerie stores and fitted for bras by hot salesgirls.

And each and every picture and video and link would be sent to his wife, who the daddy already knew all about. That would be the end of the marriage. Daddy would take the sissy back to Raleigh in his van. That's why he drove. Equipped with a nice sissy cage the slut would be trapped in for the cross-country drive.

The ideal situation 🤤

Cami was being a bit of a brat complaining about her tummy. Her Mxtress brought her into the dungeon and placed mittens on her so she wouldn't fudged with her diaper or plastic pants. Helplessly silent, the pink paci gag was placed around her head and deep into little space she went! Cami hardly notice the hand down her diaper placing the end of a long tube in her soft, padded tushie! Mxtress, fond of her medical kink equipment, loved using her syringe to deliver a soaking surprise to her worthy diaper sub. Pump after pump the syringe pulls water from the small tank and pushed it back far into her little one. Watch Cami squirm and wiggle while she feels herself getting fuller and fuller.

She kept smiling, though now she shook her head.

“Well ain’t you just the cutest little thing I’ve seen in my life.”

25 minutes earlier his daddy had received a call on his cell from work. Emergency. He had to go into the office. Goddamnit. And he had such a fun day planned for his diaper faggot. And the slut needed some sun; he was early in his training so daddy had kept him isolated and inside for a few weeks. So he didn’t want to just drop him off back at home and cage him for the two or three hours he’d be gone.

Babysitter it was. The baby’s normal sitter was busy. “Sorry, at the beach!” the junior college girl said.

Then he tried his second option, Sylvia. She could make it! “Oh, Syl, you’re a lifesaver,” his daddy said.

Anthony was sitting on the blankie playing with his iPad when a 40ish black woman topping 300 by the looks of it came up and gave his daddy a big hug and peck on the cheek.

“Lifesaver,” daddy said. “So, normal stuff. Do whatever you want. He might need a change already. Have a fun day. Here’s 100 bucks cash for whatever you need and then I’ll Venmo you the sitting money.”

With daddy gone, Sylvia assessed him. Checked his diapee and right there in the park stripped him and put him into his new thick, crinkly diaper. No one seemed to notice.

After complimenting his cuteness she continued. “So how’d daddy get you in his web, huh? You look like a college boy. He blackmail you and out you to your family and friends? He’s done that before. That what he do, little boy?”

Anthony just sucked on his paci and the blackmail and outing memories came to mind and he started crying. “You answer me, sissy, or you get the belt right here and now. No lies, honey.” He nodded yes.

“Yeah, bet that was fun for you, huh? Everyone finding out you a diaper-wearing cocksucking faggot? Huh? How’d he do it, send pics to your mom? To your girlfriend? Your professors? Now the life isn’t quite what you expected? Your clitty locked away all cute in your pink cage, I like that. Your pussy hurting from daddy’s cock?”

A nod of the head and more tears.

“Yeah. Trust me before he’s done with you you gonna be needing those Pampers, sissy. For life. Forever. Pissing and pooping your Pampers for good, no going back.”

Tears.

Flinging myself onto the bed, I bury my face into my oversized teddy bear and scream. My bedtime seemed to just keep getting earlier and earlier. It's so unfair!!! Ever since she came along things had taken a turn for the worse.

My replacement... Julia, my Daddy's new girlfriend, had moved in a couple months ago and she drained me of any self confidence I had left. Not because she was abusive or mean, but because she was just.. perfect. She was gorgeous, mature, confident, and most importantly, she was fully potty trained.

Would that I could say the same... Before Momm- before Julia moved in, I was only in pull-ups and I made it to the potty pretty often! At least half the time!! I thought my daytime accidents were finally going to be a thing of the past in a few months. I thought I was going to be allowed to wear my big girl panties again, but unfortunately on both counts I had thought wrong. The day I'd been introduced to Julia was the beginning of the end for me.

The memory is seared into my brain; Every single painstaking detail as clear as if it had happened yesterday.

"Sweetie... " daddy said with resigned patience. "But Daddy I don't want you to have a new girlfriend! I'm already your girlfriend!!"

"Oh baby.. I'm afraid you haven't been my girlfriend for quite some time now, and as much as I hate to say it, that's not something you're really capable of anymore."

Why... why did I have to prove his point? WHYYY 😭😭😭

"Not capable!? Yes I am! I can still be your girlfriend! P-please... let me have another chance I promise I can..

In a hushed whisper, the unfamiliar woman by daddy's side leaned into his ear "..Is she? oh.. oh no.."

oblivious to what was happening, I continued "I promise daddy please I promise I just need one more chance I can make it to the potty I've been making it so often lately, and I'll do all my chores without you even asking an-

I can still see the stain on my hello kitty pj shorts..

"Sweetheart come over here off the carpet please. You're having an accident and it's leaking everywhere" he said without anger or disappointment"

Unable to speak, shocked that my body had been blind to what was happening, I didn't really register being taken by the hand and lead to the bedroom. He laid a plastic mat onto the floor, and laid me down, sliding down my now half-soakes pj shorts to reveal a sodden pull-up.

It was only when a loud crinkling sound was produced by the diaper he was fluffing for me that I snapped back to reality. "Wait wait wait daddy please no I don't need diapers it was an accident I was just upset!

I don't think he was trying to be patronizing, but it was hard to not hear it that way in the moment.

"Look baby.. I just don't think you're ready for pull-ups quite yet. Maybe we can try again in a couple months hm?"

I sputtered, panic starting to creep into my mind "A couple.. but I.. months?? What about all the time I mad-"

"You only ever made it to the potty at my prompting and reminding sweetie.. I can't remember you ever going all by yourself, can you?

How deluded I had been.. God it's so embarrassing. I wanted to believe so bad that I'd been making progress on my potty training.

Trying my hardest to think of a time, but as the seconds passed and daddy waited for an answer, I could only look away in shame.

"That's what I thought. Now let me finish changing you out of this yucky pull-up and get you into this nice dry diaper."

Looking at the woman who was now standing in the doorway, I whispered "does she have to watch..?"

"Well.." he started "She's going to be helping me take care of you. You know I have to go to work and that I can't keep taking so much time off, so she's going to be changing you and feeding you and everything while I'm away. I'm not going anywhere, but you can't do these things for yourself, and she's an adult who will be abl-"

"I'm an adult too!!!"

"Baby... it doesn't matter that you're 22" he said through a sad smile. "You're functionally a toddler, and you need someone to take care of you. That means you aren't actually an adult anymore. She will be your new mommy, and you will listen to her just as you do for me."

No matter how much I whined and complained that evening, nothing changed his mind. I was put to bed wearing nothing but my diaper, the same type I am currently wearing.

This medical one is the last of the packages he'd purchased a couple months ago. I'd had a glimmer of hope, remembering how daddy said maybe in a couple of months I could try potty training again, but that was before I'd seen the new packages he'd gotten me yesterday.

Thicker & more absorbent, with babyish pink bears and hearts. My face is getting hot just thinking about them.. At least the medical diapers I'd been wearing allowed me to fool myself a little bit, for my own pride, but now there was no mistaking my place; No fooling myself any longer.

Soon I would be changed into one, and feeling that my diaper has now grow warm again.. I'm reminded that I know, deep deep down, that I'm not a a real adult. Not like her. The door opened and I looked up. Julia stood there, more beautiful than ever. Maybe I was just feeling particularly inadequate, but I couldn't help but feel that she was everything I was not.

It's time to do your "sissy cuck photos album" .

fine whatever u say 😤