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Baby Kiara is already learning how much fun it is to tease the boys at daycare. She loves playing with the hem of her short dresses showing off her thick padding watching them squirm. Do you want to play with her?

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The Bar

He wasn't sure why he had agreed to it all but he had.

He'd spent most of the night trying to see those panties. To take her home or to a hotel. She had entranced him the moment he saw her. Sitting alone at the club.

She seemed unattainable, beyond him.

Maybe he had been right.

Instead of sending him away she invited him to sit. They sat talking, it was all very normal, it was all very intoxicating.

Instead of laughing at him she laughed with him. The jokes and small talk flowed smoother than the drinks.

Instead of saying good night she invited him to come to her place. Yes it all was going so well.

Instead of slipping into something more comfortable she just slipped it off. His desire seemed so close.

Instead of sex she offered a diaper. Nothing seemed more off, but he thought it was just kinky.

Instead of getting to have a night of conquest, he had a night of pampers. As she gently massaged his padded predicament.

Instead of falling asleep sated and pleasured, he made sure she did. Oh, how wonderful it was.

Instead of being turned off, he had found contentment. The idea, the notion, the proposal, he would do it again, gladly, lovingly, willingly.

Instead of being a domineering stallion, he was now a serving thoroughbred. Wantingly, desiring his place.

Instead of toilets he would wear diapers, he would be hers, he would serve not own.

Its been a quarter of an hour since you encouraged me to crawl between your open legs.

I was busy reconciling a clients annual financial position, you had a little time to kill.

You're in control. You're always in control. I'm on my knees, you've gripped my hair, clamped my face between your thighs and given me firm instruction throughout.

The sole focus - my tongue and your pussy.

You'd usually insist on more than the two orgasms you've already enjoyed but time's pressing and you need to get ready.

You take my hand in yours and lead me to the spare room. You lay me on the single bed, the one with the duvet cover adorned with cars and trains in primary colours. I understand I won't be sharing our double bed tonight.

Laying me down you gently undress me. Shoes first, then trousers and underwear. I'm erect and my pants are wet. I've been like that for the last fifteen minutes. I'm shy and embarrassed. With quiet reassurance you tell me its ok.

I lift my head to help you remove my jumper, then tshirt, then it's my my socks.

I'm naked.

You're still fully dressed, save for your knickers which you took off before you positioned my face between your legs.

I'm embarrassed.

You gently spread my legs, exposing me further. I resist. You push firmly but gently, asserting your reassuring control, then crawl between my open legs.

Reaching above me you pull the strap from under the pillow and attach it to my wrists. You want my hands out the way. It's just easier when I can't wriggle around.

I see compassion in the way you look at me, I'm searching for reassurance, validation even. You hold my gaze as you carefully grip my cock and lower yourself on to it. We are in the Lady Boy Position - woman on top between the man's legs. Its like the traditional missionary position but reversed. We always do it this way.

I moan with the initial penetration. You read my pleasure as pain and reassure me, gently shushing me, your hand on my heart.

I wrap my legs around your body as you start to rise and fall, my cock slipping in and out of you. You look at me, smiling, nodding your head in encouragement. You watch my enjoyment build and my worries slip away as I fall into the moment.

You know I won't last long, I never do. As you build the pace, you can see I'm getting close already.

Smiling, you at look me, holding my gaze. Then in a quiet voice you say,

"Tell me when you're gonna cum, baby."

You pick up the pace a little more as I start to shake my head, it's too soon, I want more but I already know it's too late. You nod your head in approval, silently encouraging me.

"I'm gonna cum!" I  blurt out, my back arching, my body tensing in anticipation.

"Cum inside me baby!"

The enthusiasm in your voice makes my heart swell with joy. I clamp my legs around you, holding on tightly as I approach my crescendo.

You hold my gaze intently, silently encouraging me. It's here, all too soon. My orgasm crashes over me and I helplessly pump my little load inside you.

As I release my breath, the intensity melting away, you tell me I'm a good boy. You reassure me. You stroke my face and smile at me compassionately. You're proud of me.

You stay between my splayed legs gently stroking my face, whispering sweet nothings and telling me what a clever boy I am.

I'm soft by the time you climb off me but your hand lingers, running down my body keeping reassuring contact as you step away.

Reaching into the bag next to the bed, you pull out the disposable nappy and slip it between my legs. With an efficient wipe and a puff of powder, you flap up the front, patting me and talking sweetly as you fasten both tapes. Its thick. I guessed it would be.

You turn me on my side, pushing my teddy under my arm and the dummy between my lips. There's a pause, then I feel the weight of a soft blanket envelope me.

Stroking my hair and shushing me gently you encourage me towards sleep. My eyes close and my mind wanders, my dummy bobs absently in my mouth. The last thing I hear is your quiet whisper,

"Sleep tight my baby boy. I'll be back later."

You go into another room and get changed. You're off out tonight to see your lover. You'll probably bring him home with you. He's tall handsome and accomplished in bed. I know where you're going, you've never held it from me. But I know where my place is.

At home, in my nappy.