Diapers And Other Kinks

You heard me and didn’t obey Max! Now you have to wear diaper 24/7 until I decide you’ve been a good boy and learned your lesson.

Oh, yes! You will use your diapers both ways. I have already sent a package along with supplies to your teacher when you need a change at school.

Guess what time it is, little one!

That’s right, it’s tickle time!!! 😂🪶

"Why are you cowering over there by the garden, my little lamb? Come over here and join all the other sissies in their enclosed backyard playpen. I've unlocked the gate especially for you!

I know this is all very new - being my latest acquisition and all - but there's no need to be scared, they won't bite... sure, some of them will want to cuddle, and the two boys that attempted to escape last week will drool a bit from their doubled daily dose of sedatives, they'll all furiously hump their swollen diapers against yours in a futile attempt at feeling anything through their chastity cages, but biting is a very big no-no in this house! After everything you've been through in the last week of one-on-one initiation training, I think you know very well that my rules are not to be broken - so you see, there's nothing to worry about!

The tech team says we've had a big uptick in subscribers and a lot of activity on the livestream today after we released some teaser footage from your extremely eventful training week to announce the introduction of a new inmate in the "Pamper Prison", as the orderlies like to call it. So, I want to see you waddling into that playpen by the count of three, or you won't be sitting comfortably anytime soon. 1...2...

Awww, what a good lil' princess! I'm so glad you 'decided' to join them."

Sir started by laying me on the changing mat and putting the crinkly white diaper on me, fastening the blue tabs carefully. I was beginning to get used to the soft bulk between my legs. Over it went the multi-coloured check shirt, the navy shorts, the long black knee socks, and the polished black T-bar shoes. Last of all he clipped the navy bow tie onto my collar.

As we walked to the park I found myself thinking about other adult boys in relationships like ours. They seemed to get away with soft shortalls and onesies. I was always made to wear uniforms or bow ties.

“Why do I have to dress like this?” I asked quietly while he photographed me sitting on the grass.

Sir looked down at me with a faintly amused, condescending expression. “Little boys don’t get to decide what they wear, do they? You wear what your Sir chooses for you. And this—” he gestured at the bow tie and long socks “—is how a boy of mine is meant to look.”