DisMommaBat13

Being a sissy for dada

He'd tried. Oh, how he'd tried. Tried… but failed.

Sharon knew that every bit as much as he did. Which is why her tone was sweet… gentle… infinitely caring and ever so condescending.

"Honey, I know," she soothed, smiling sweetly into her boyfriend's troubled eyes. "I know you tried so hard these past two weeks! I don't blame you one bit, sweetie. It must be super hard not to touch yourself this whole month, let alone stop from having those cummy little accidents in your dreams…"

"I can't help it, babe, you know that," he faltered, shifting uneasily on his freshly padded rear. "Come on, please? I know we made that silly bet and all, but, like-" "Honey, you know I can't do that!" Sharon returned, with a firm shake of her head. "You know I can't go back on my word. What use is a bet if we're not even going to follow through, hmm? I don't think you'd have heard me whining if I'd been the one who lost! You know – if you'd actually made it all the way to December without cumming…"

He muttered something under his breath, and she bent closer to catch it. "What's that, sweetie? Go on, use your big boy words…" He blushed, but raised his voice obediently. "I said you wouldn't have been whining at all with my dick in your mouth-" At which his girlfriend giggled and shook her finger reprovingly in his face. "Oh, dear – whatever am I going to do with such a naughty boy?!"

Then, as if in answer, her hands were descending to the soft bulk she'd just secured between his legs. "Well, this – at least for starters. Just a secure little cage with a tiny little key. And of course a nice thick diaper over it to keep you from trying to slip it off…" She giggled at the mortified expression on his face. "Oh, honey, don't be such a crybaby! Listen: it's only until the end of the month, you know – just like we said. And then I promise to take the cage off and give you back your big boy underwear with those big ol' cum stains in the crotch. I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

The implication being, of course, that he was too messy and dirty to even care that most of his "big boy" pairs of underwear were stained with the remnants of his own bodily fluids.

"You said you can't help it," Sharon pointed out, with a reassuring pat of his padded groin. "And you know what? I believe you, honey. So that's what these soft, cute diapers are for: for big boys like you who just can't help having accidents in their pants…" He opened his mouth to protest, but with eyes atwinkle she laid a shushing finger on his lips. "Oh, I know you'll say it's not those kind of accidents. But really, I don't recall those kinds of technicalities in our bet, sweetie! All I remember is that if I win, I get to do whatever I want to punish you and make sure you don't break No-Nut November again…"

And so, caught between his frustration at having lost his bet and the mortification of his new cage and padded underwear, he flushed in chagrin and buried his face on Sharon's warm chest. "No-oo," he moaned softly, and she merely smiled and pulled him close. "Shh, no more whining," she cooed, and even as she spoke she was running the leather strap of the new pacifier gag through her fingers. "Now, I know it's not technically part of the bet. But you see, I've found just the thing to keep my naughty, horny, bet-losing, diaper-wearing boyfriend quiet…"

Image Credit: @abdreams (the amazing Luke and Lolette!)

I’ve had a cold lately and my domme has been taking very good care of me. She gives me lots of bubble baths, wraps me up in blankies and brings me all of my stuffies to snuggle with. The night time medication makes me have such a deep sleep that I’ve been waking up very wet. Rules are rules though and when I wet the bed this many nights in a row I have to be diapered for the day. Good thing because the combination of drinking extra water and having coughing fits makes me accidentally wet multiple times a day.