Unbetitelt

Teil 2.

nachdem ich meine aufgabe nicht ganz geschaft habe, bzw. Keine rückanwort erhalten habe, ist das meine aufgabe: 2windeln ( lfb white mit schlitzen drin, rearz windel in einer nummer grösser) Abschliessbare gummihose mit schloss Strampler gesichert auf 7std Pflegeoverall

AUFGABEN SIND ZU ERFÜLLEN.

Es ist aber schon mal gut, dass Du es eingesehen hast und die neue Strafe akzeptierst.

Master/ DOM

TW: Dark ABDL Themes, non-con/murky consent, sexuality, psychological/emotional manipulation, exhibitionism, brief alcohol use, public humiliation/degradation.  All characters are adults: Vivienne (34), Amrita (31)

A preachy reminder: Kinky fun is just that—fun. Real manipulation from either party outside playtime isn’t worth the trauma, regardless of the orgasms. Wearing someone down is not a path to a happy relationship. If you find the story is making you uncomfortable, take a break! Put it down, never come back to it, if you want. Take care of yourself.

~

Bloom of a Plucked Flower,

by AmeliaOdyssey

I have always wanted to see an ego die.

You’ll have to forgive me if I’m underselling the facts. I adore a bit of mystery, a bit of intrigue. I was hoping you might blush at so blunt an admission.

 I won’t pout if you need to leave. If you want to stay, I promise to explain.

I have always wanted to witness an ego curl into rigor mortis, safe forever in my murderer’s palm. I have always wanted to press my thumb into the bud of a plucked flower and force it to bloom.

If you haven’t left yet, let’s talk.

With the brutality of my naked desire clear, I don’t mind sharing the honey. I always wished I could suffocate a self-image with the relaxing scent of baby-powder. I wanted to drown an adult’s protests in a deluge of my breast’s milk.

I would coddle, care and coo. They would hardly need to do a thing. Once they submitted, I would be their all-devouring everything. How I would praise them for every little thing. The measure of their life would come to fall in the dimensions of a playpen—“Shin-high is high enough, Mama’s good baby knows not to leave their cage.” Their highest achievement would be a regular bowel movement in the soft plastic of a diaper—"You made such a good mess for Mommy, she loves you so much!”

What would they even have to trade away, really? Nothing but a trifle—nothing but their agency. And think how lovely it would be to never worry about a thing. Discard any thoughts about the tough decisions that Mama would handle for all time hence. Think of how nice it would be to give in, to let a living death creep into your mind, so Mama could kiss the booboo.

I wanted to burn away a person’s life that I would become their everything. All they had to do was break. Break, for Mommy.

Oh, darling, I’m so glad you’re still listening. Perhaps you want this yourself? Or, perhaps you wish to learn from Vivienne, Mama extraordinaire?

Don’t be too fussy, but I need to tell you that I’ve already done it. I have reached the goal that long tantalized me. I’d love to tell you how I did it.

~

I went through five targets before my eyes fell on my dearest little Amrita. Her downfall started so simply—a visitation to certain websites on public Wi-Fi. Why, what a foolish thing, to do, to watch grown women in diapers mewl for their Mommies, on a public connection? Surely, I knew, Amrita needed proper guidance. A little birdie behind a computer had been ever so kind to provide me with a short portfolio on Amrita, a trifling request in age of data-brokers.

The poor dear was a whiz in the courtroom. A defense attorney for only the most depraved of the rich. She had money, power and respect, that truly toxic cocktail. I am a woman of means, I’ll never deny, but the rich, as a class, are parasites—engorged royalty who take no joy in their vacant greed. At least I’m willing to have fun.

Of my previous unknowing applicants, Amrita had that special quality I desired most to destroy. Amrita was prideful. Success after success and the admiration of her peers had bloated her with an ego ripe for my reaper’s touch.

What would they say when they saw Amrita under the care of Mama Vivienne? I salivated at the answer: she would break.

At an innocent cocktail party, I struck up the band to play the first tentative overture of her destruction.

~

Amrita stood, draped in elegant maroon, on the balcony. She had stepped out for a cigarette.  A sly gesture, meant only to disguise a carnivorous smile as her ears were tickled by the whispered awe of partygoers she could still hear. Her hair caught a breeze and the black strands flowed like a ship’s captain on the prow.

She was so absorbed in herself that she didn’t hear me. I leaned my back against the balcony railing in my black column dress and oh-so-innocently allowed my thin, purple boa to tickle her arm. I watched her quickly hide the shark-teeth of her smile. Her lips warped into a damnably charming grin.

“Hey, little girl.” Amrita greeted me. With a dextrous wave, she popped a cigarette out of her case, offering it to me. “Need help finding your Mama? Or are you looking for a new one?”

I was innocence and seduction, entwined. I plucked the cigarette from Amrita’s lips. I took a deep drag and pitched it from the balcony as I exhaled. “I’m Vivienne. Why don’t you come inside? I wouldn’t want you to catch a chill or take a spill. Balconies are dangerous. All that champagne in those high heels? You’re liable to take a tumble.”

Oh, how she, in her pride, thought she was an active agent in my games. “What,” she replied in question, “and leave this lovely conversation?”

I leaned my head back over the balcony. “Arrogance is so unbecoming, Amrita.” With the movement of a shadow, I slipped behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist. I whispered warmly into her ear. “If you really must stay out here, I’ll have to keep you safe.”

She leaned back into me. “Not a bad idea, now that you mention it, Vivienne. You seem to know my name—but I could take you into the guest bedroom here and give a proper introduction.” Oh, that pride. I was going to enjoy dismantling it.

“No need for privacy.” I answered. “I’ll check you right here.” I slid my hand up Amrita’s leg and dragged a finger along her slightly dampened panties. “You’ve had a little accident, my love. Aren’t you a bit immature for lingerie?”

I felt her stiffen in my embrace. I continued, “Oh, hush. It’s quite alright. Playing big girl is fine within reason. But if you refuse to listen to Mama, we’ll have to put you back in diapers.”

Amrita loosened herself, with grace, from me. “So, you’re that kind of Mama, huh?” She shook her head. “Then let’s leave it here. All that baby stuff isn’t my thing.” She put out a hand. “I’m going back inside. It was lovely meeting you. I wish you all the best in your hunt.”

I took the offered hand. I didn’t shake. I held it firmly. “If you won’t be a good girl, will you at least give Mama a kiss goodbye?”

Amrita leaned in towards me. “It’s only polite.” She intended to lead, but as her lips neared, I seized them in mine. I could feel her muscles relax—I could feel her submit. I took my time, tamping down her tongue with my own so I could explore every inch of her mouth at my leisure.

When I pulled away, her mask of defiance had gone askew. “You’ll dream of me, even though you deserve discipline instead of a reward. But next time,” I warned, “don’t say no to Mommy.”

~

She thought that I had left the party after our encounter. But a quick change in the bathroom and a pair of glasses afforded me the chance to watch her. She spent the evening playing grown-up, yes, but not well. I saw her eyes scanning the party when she could—a little girl looking for her mother.

I just so happened to chance on my Amrita in her nearby coffee shop the very next morning. Oh, do you doubt? It was perfectly innocent, I assure you. But remember also that Mama Vivienne makes her own fortune.

I slid into the chair across from Amrita. I looked at the case files spread out before her. I silenced the quiet hum of her laptop by pressing the screen shut. “Looking for the next big case is a cute idea.” I produced a small package of crayons and slid it forward. “Wouldn’t it be more fun to draw a pretty picture for me?”

She protested, but I could see how her eyes lingered on the crayons. “Vivienne. I see you didn’t have luck finding another victim at the party last night.” She pushed the crayons back towards me. “I’m quite alright, thanks. I’ll get you a coffee.” She smiled. “To-go, of course. I’m busy. The firm is throwing me a party tonight and I want to get my next case picked out.”

“Oh, darling, my poor feelings.” I mockingly pouted. “I don’t need a victim. I have you. And I could hardly let you attend a grown-up party all alone.”

Amrita’s diplomacy was failing her. “You’re a smart lady. Have you heard the word No?”

“It’s my favourite word.” I replied. “But if you really want me to go, just say…oh, how about Aspirin?”

Did she hear herself when she next spoke? Did she stumble on her words? Did she want me to leave her be? I couldn’t tell, and I can only guess, because what she said was “Ibuprofen. Do you really get off pushing people towards something they don’t want?” She asked.

A playful shrug. “What is it you don’t want?”

Amrita gently packed up her papers. Perhaps to flee, perhaps to follow. “To clarify what you seem to think is going to happen. I go with you to a hotel room, let you put me in a diaper. You have me eat you out and then you let me cum in cartoon padding? Doesn’t sound too great.”

I tut-tutted. “A suite, dear Amrita. A Mommy of my caliber lavishes my sweetlings with only the best. It’s right across the street. A nursery, with everything you can imagine, all in your size. All you need to do is come with me.”

She seemed to consider the offer. “And what if I don’t like it? I say the word, we shake hands and say goodbye—” she caught herself, “—though I guess it’s a kiss goodbye with you.”

“We’ll see.” I said, standing, offering one of those maternal promises of maybe that have no guarantee. “Depends on how well-behaved you are.”

~

From the coffee shop to the street, to the hotel, to the elevator, I held firm to Amrita. An innocent embrace of two lovers from the outside. But Amrita felt the strength in my embrace. Her eyes darted about, a blush rose to her cheeks, she was afraid that others would see the truth—she was a little thing, under Mama’s guidance.

“Hush, baby girl.” I slipped a pacifier between her lips as the elevator approached the top floor. “No need to shiver, it’s warm here with Mama.”

She didn’t protest, she allowed herself to explore the feeling of the rubber bulb in her mouth. Her muscles relaxed as we stepped from the elevator into an empty hallway. I allowed her to ooze into me. I guided her to the suite, caressed the lock with my keycard, and we entered.

Oh, Amrita tried so hard. She tried not to allow awe in her gaze as she looked upon the brilliantly upholstered nursery suite. Plucking the pacifier from her mouth, she said “I didn’t think you were serious.”

“Mama is always serious.” I chided. I lifted her satin skirt. “Not even a smiling kitty on your panties? That won’t do.”

“M-maybe we take it slow. Talk for a while.”

“Don’t fuss, dearie. I think you’re hungry. And when I put your pacifier in, it stays in until I take it out. Understood?” I slid the soothing toy back between her lips.

She almost replied. She caught herself, and simply nodded.

Under my guidance, we walked to the loveseat. I sat first, then brought her down with me, resting her head in my lap. With a flourish, I undid the buttons of my blouse. I freed my breast from my bra and dangled the milky nipple above Amrita’s wide-eyed stare.

“Eat up, then we can play.” I watched her eyes, helpless. She was trying to find a way to communicate that the pacifier’s shield prevented her from consuming my delectable nectar. I softly pressed a finger against her nose. “That was a test. You did such a good job for Mommy.”

A moment after I removed the offending soother, she latched. She drew hungrily and deep from me. It was as if she had never eaten a day in her life. In short order, she slowed, and began feeding at a natural pace. An outsider could have regarded this as temperance. Perhaps an outsider with more knowledge would see the slowing as pricked with fear. They might imagine Amrita merely realized how she wanted this moment to last. But they wouldn’t have Mama’s eyes, they wouldn’t have Mama’s perspective. I saw the glaze trickle into my baby’s eyes. She nursed at a new pace because she knew this was merely the first of many. She was mine, now.

We luxuriated in the nursery suite that afternoon. As the final drops of milk petered out and Amrita relaxed in the cradle of my arms, I told her to let go. She did. Her bladder emptied into her clothes, onto me, onto the loveseat. That prideful adult didn’t even whimper. That prideful adult had withdrawn within.

My patronizing remarks did nothing but make the heat within Amrita rise. I brought her into the bath, climbed in with her, and languished in washing us both. In the warm bubbles and perfume, she suckled her soother and allowed herself to submit.

I left her only in a diaper as we explored the nursery. She had fallen completely into her role. The only prickling of that vaunted pride and damnable ego came in moments where I let my hand linger on her diaper a moment too long. As I introduced her, by name, to all her new stuffies, she repeatedly tried to superstitiously pleasure herself on them. But time and again, I whispered, “Not until Mama says it’s time.”

You might think that this would be enough for me. You might imagine that I’d become satisfied with my work.  I was satisfied, yes. But I told you what I wanted. This haze unto which the adult Amrita had descended was only temporary. Once the day had passed, she would return to herself. Perhaps shame would fall. Perhaps she would come to hate herself and me for allowing it all to happen. How else could I protect her? I had to break her.

I fostered her submission, her half-catatonic daze. I fed her, changed her, held her as she had an afternoon nap. I ceased speaking to her with words. I allowed the jumble of gentle colours and sensations to lull her completely.

As a test, I called her phone. Her ringtone sounded, but there wasn’t a hint of recognition in her for the sound. It was time to move ahead.

When I dressed her in a baby-doll dress that pressed tight against her breasts, she didn’t squirm. She let out no words and no whimpers as I fastened the toddler-harness onto her and took the leash. For the moment, she saw nothing but Mama, even as we left the suite and got into the cab.

It was only when the doors of the rented ballroom opened that she flickered back into herself. What an exquisite pain she must have felt as her firm, colleagues and friends saw the sight of her. I played with one of her black pigtails. “Aren’t you excited to say hello to everyone? The party is for you. I thought it would make a grand occasion for your coming out.”

Amrita’s eyes of fear and anger glared at me. I can only imagine the curses she wished to throw at me. But, she said nothing, because even in her fury, she knew that the pacifier only came out on Mama’s command.

“You’re going to tell them who you are. What you are. You’re going to punctuate it by filling those adorable pampers for them. And when you’re done, Mama will give you relief. If you do as you’re told, I’ll never deny your huffy humpies again. I’ll be Mommy forever.” I lifted a small vibrator from my purse. “Don’t you want to do a good job for Mommy?” I removed the pacifier.

The tension was excruciating as she turned from me.

I was proud to see her walk forward into the crowd. Her hand reached to her other arm and clutched it tightly. What better sight for a loving Mama than to see her baby step bravely into the world, no matter the fears that tugged at her?

A few murmurs. Confusion. A hint of betrayal, even? Questions passed among the crowd. “Is she having a breakdown?” “Should we call someone?” Disgust was a wave about to crash over my sweetling. The bonds she’d long worked to forge strained against the impossible sight of her, waddling to her downfall. I tightened the leash of her harness. The gesture said: “Far enough, darling.”

If you ask someone who has made a life-changing choice, they will tell you many things. Upon reflection, minutiae gain the significance of woven fate. If I hadn’t worn that hat, or if I had picked a different movie to watch, maybe I would have never gotten here. In reflection, events can calcify into deterministic fact. It was always going to come to this, I never had a chance for things to turn out differently. As a woman who prides herself on understanding the minds of adults who want to give everything that they are up for the infallible love of Mommy, I am aware of the truth. Every thought before the mind’s command to its body in the physical world? Only noise. The moment of choice, no matter how grand the consequences, is the easiest part.

Amrita breathed in to steady herself. The breath was ragged, and she only shivered more as she hollowed, dug down to the pillars upon which she had built an identity and knocked them loose with a gravedigger’s shovel.

“I’m a big baby. I need my Mama.” Tears pricked her eyes. A line of snot flowed from her nose. “I can’t wipe my own nose, or my bum. Mama feeds me. Mama takes care of me. I need her, and I can’t do anything myself. I ride in strollers and chew on soft toys. I can’t even be trusted to go to the potty by myself.” The tears poured forth, but she did not sob. She pulled up her skirt, bent her knees, grunted, and pushed. All eyes saw the back of her diaper expand with her waste. “I made poopies.” She said, voice quavering. She looked as if she were about to fall.

I was there to catch her. From behind, I brought the vibrator into her diaper as I held her up. She moaned, her eyes trying to close, to escape into herself. “Mommy says look.” Amerita obeyed.

As she moved towards a terrible climax, I whispered. I drew her gaze around to the horrified audience. I knew all their names and I knew the spaces they occupied in Amrita’s life. I reminded her of the life she was losing and how much these people meant to her. Their faces showed disgust. I allowed her to see the disparity between who she’d once been and never would be again. Darkened countenances glared down at her as she descended, and I forced her to watch every second. The wretched snapping of social bonds played percussion to her coming orgasm. When, finally, I was the only connection left, I whispered, “Come for Mommy.”

She obeyed. She gave a shuddering mewl of pleasure—the soft pastel fracture within her opened completely.

But as any good instructor, I made sure to test my work. I spoke to the crowd. “I’m truly so sorry. I thought she might be able to handle a party with the grown ups.” I looked down to see if my doll gave any reaction.

She gave none. She stared up at me. She thought nothing, she saw nothing, except me. I was the only thing in the world.

My flower had finally bloomed.

~

You look a sight. Are you afraid? You knew what you were getting into. I was very clear at the outset.

Or is it something else? Do you want to learn more, so you can prune your own treasure from the soil?

Maybe you’d rather something else. Maybe you’d like to know if my darling Amrita needs a sibling. Perhaps she does. But she’s ever so much trouble sometimes. She crawls about and gets into everything. She drools on all her pretty things, and lord help me if she doesn’t get cummies after her makes a stinky. If she were to have a sibling, they would have to be even less—someone that makes her look like a big girl.

Is that what you’d like?

~

Thanks for reading! I’m super happy with how this one turned out. I’ve been writing my whole life, but this is my third attempt at writing “smut” proper. I had a blast with it. Vivienne’s sociopathic glee was a treat to explore.

Love,

In my unpotty training journey, I've been lucky enough to have my Daddy hold my hand and guide me through the entire process. Although I let him lead without much questioning, I do end up catching on to some of his training tips. It's just that in most cases, it's after I'm hooked into the behavior.

The diaper changing mat is a place of comfort for me. It's always laid out, and I'll wonder towards it when I'm desiring a change. When I'm laying on the changing mat and in the middle of a diaper change........... that's the time when he takes care of any "big girl urges".

All other times, I'm diapered.

Thus, I view the changing mat as not only safe... but a place I have a pleasurable association with. That's out of being hyper regressed into a puddle during a diaper change...... or having Daddy "check and clean my insides properly".

You said living like a baby has always been your dream, so now you wear diapers 24/7 whether you like it or not

I don’t care if your friends notice the bulge or if you miss having sex

Es ist mir egal, ob Deine Freunde die Beule bemerken oder ob Du den Sex vermisst!

My procedure went quite well. I'm off to my first post-op appointment in a few hours. I've had very little pain.

However, some combination of the antibiotics and all the other things happening to my body have destroyed my intestines. I spent what felt like all of last night in the bathroom. Every couple of hours, I had to race there, and to skip a few details, the consistency was basically all liquid.

I would really rather not do that again. I need my sleep to recover. But I also know mess leads to diaper rash.

Do diapers actually help with this? Or would it just replace half awake bathroom dashes with half awake changes that take much longer?

“Has the big girl made a little tinkle in her diaper? I think she has…”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to put your juice in a bottle? Daddy won’t be happy if you spill it everywhere.”

“But big girls don’t need cuddles and a story before bedtime, I thought you were a big girl!”

“No, no, I understand you’re big now, Daddy just needs to check why your nappy is sagging so much at the back…”

“You better eat all that food I’ve made you, because if Daddy finds out you can’t finish your big girl dinner, you’ll be right over my knee for a spanking. Then we’ll see what a ‘big girl’ you are.”

“What? You want your binky and teddy bear? But you’re all grown up now, only babies need their binky, don’t they?”

CW: Ageplay, diapers, wetting, messing, assisted messing, bondage, light physical peril

"Baby, you know how you've been begging me to let you have a normal night out with your friends? To be a big girl for just one evening?" Greg asked as he walked into Willow's nursery.

Willow's eyes got wide as she started bouncing in excitement on soggy padding of her diaper from her seat in her crib.

"Yeth, Daddy! Me 'member!" the 32-year-old medical technician lisped out from behind her pacifier.

Willow and Greg had been dating for four years now. They had met on an alternative dating site and had been drawn to each other based on their common kinks. Specifically, Greg was a long time Daddy Dom, while Willow had always wanted to be kept and treated as someone's diapered little girl.

Their relationship started out slow, as all relationships do, with their dynamic developing as they began to trust each other. Simple rules, like Willow not being able to use the restroom without Greg's permission, evolved to diapered dates, and, eventually to the full Daddy Dom/Little dynamic Willow and Greg currently had once they moved in together two years ago.

Willow had very few complaints about their relationship. Greg was an excellent Daddy, loving, caring, and usually fair with his rules and punishments. She loved the feel of his gentle touch as he changed her diaper. She loved his soft caress as he fed her a bottle and rocked her to sleep every night. She even loved the hot sting of his paddle when he occasionally spanked her for being bratty. But, she did miss one thing: spending time as an adult outside of work.

In the two years that Willow and Greg had been living together, she had only been able to go out with her friends a handful of times. It wasn't that Greg kept her from going out, but he knew she liked to earn her freedom and was more than willing to make Willow work for her rewards. Once a month, Greg would set up a challenge for Willow to complete to earn a night out with her friends. Unfortunately, Willow was having a much more difficult time meeting these challenges lately.

But today, today was different! It was a new month and a new challenge. Willow was more than ready to rise to the occasion and earn her time out partying with her friends, free of Greg's oversight.

Willow's enthusiastic bouncing slowed as she saw a predatory grin bloom on her Daddy's face. She could tell from that grin alone, this month's challenge was going to be difficult.

"What a good memory you have, my Little Lolo! You're such a cute little smarty pants!" Greg said as he approached her crib and opened it's side. "But, do your remember what you need to do if you really want big girl time?" Greg asked.

Willow blushed as she lisped her response, "Earns it, Dada?"

"That's right, baby girl! You're right again! Big girl time is EARNED in this house. I was thinking today would be a great day to let you earn it!"

Greg lifted his small, adult girlfriend out of her crib and carried her over to the nearby changing table as he spoke.

"First, let's get you a dry bottom though!"

Willow squirmed on the changing table as her boyfriend unsnapped her onesie, undid the tapes of her soaked diaper, and began wiping her clean. Despite Greg having done this hundreds if not thousands of times before, it always felt just a little bit more humiliating when he changed her while she was trying to earn her way to big girl time.

After wiping Willow clean, removing her wet diaper, and sliding a clean one underneath her cute little tushy, Greg grabbed a suspicious white bottle as he spoke again. "To earn big girl time this month, Little Lolo, I was thinking you could prove to me how good you are at holding your potty while you complete a big girl task!" Greg then unscrewed the child proof top of the bottle he was holding, grabbed a large pill out, and dipped it in a jar of Vaseline. Willow's eyes went wide with understanding as Greg's hand them moved for her exposed backside.

"Dada! No! Me good girl! Me make stinkies! No need special medicine!" Willow frantically yelled out, spitting her pacifier out to be more clear as she hoped beyond hope that she could stop Greg short of shoving the dreaded suppository in her.

Greg's predatory grin grew wider at his girlfriend's hurried protests. "Oh, Baby Lolo, this isn't to help you make stinkies! It's to help prove you can hold your stinkies in like a big girl."

Willow gasped as Greg slid the large, lube covered pill inside of her.

"Now hold it," Greg said, giving his girlfriend a stern look as he waited to see if she would try and push it back out. Willow didn't respond audibly. Instead, she complied, clenching her bottom to hold in the awful medicine.

After a few moments without any noticable activity from Willow's rear end, Greg let a smile touch his lips again. "Good girl, Lolo! You might earn your big girl time yet."

Willow felt a blush bloom across her face at those words as Greg finished taping her into a fresh diaper. Thankfully, Willow thought, Greg ignored her blushiness as he lifted her off of the changing table and carried her on his hip to their living room. What she saw there, she wasn't expecting.

Sitting in the center of their well decorated living room were three huge plastic tubs full of multi-colored wooden blocks. The blocks were of various shapes and sizes, and, while none of them were huge, they were definitely large enough to keep a baby or other small child from choking on them. In fact, while it was hard to tell for certain from Willow's vantage point, she could swear a large number of the blocks looked chewed on. Willow's stomach churned a little looking at the tubs of baby blocks, although she couldn't say whether it was out of fear of her pending test or the laxative working it's magic in her bowels.

"Um, Daddy, what dohs tings?" Willow asked as she reflexively started sucking her thumb out of nervousness.

"Isn't it obvious, baby girl? Those are building blocks! Their the next part of your challenge!" Greg said as he set Willow down on her feet next to the childish blocks. He then, strangely, grabbed a tape measure off of a nearby end table. "Stand big and tall for me, Little Lolo!"

Not knowing the game yet and not wanting to fail before even learning the rules, Willow did as she was told. She stood up as tall as possible, even getting on her tip-toes a little bit to increase her height. Greg wasn't going to cheat her out of her adult time for being too short!

Greg smiled as he read off the final number, "5'3 3/8"! Baby, is it just me or have you grown?"

Willow smiled. She'd measured a whole inch taller than she had at her last trip to the doctor's office. She was amazed at Daddy letting her get away with so blatantly extending her height.

"Alright, not-so-Little Lolo, are you ready for your big girl challenge?" Greg asked.

Willow responded by nodding her head up and down enthusiastically, once again nearly vibrating with excitement. She did choose to ignore another angry rumble from her stomach as her Daddy laid out of the rules of the game that could earn Willow her temporary freedom.

"Well, Little One, you can see the blocks. You also know about the special tummy medicine Daddy gave you," Greg began. "Today's challenge is one of building, creativity, and self control. I want you to use your new blocks there to create a *giant* tower that's even bigger than you!"

Willow internally groaned. That's why Greg hadn't cared that she had cheated. She had only made her job more difficult. However, that didn't matter. Willow wasn't an architectural genius, but even she could create a tower of wooden blocks taller than 5' 3 3/8"! Willow's stomach grumbled ominously again.

"Of course, just building a tall tower wouldn't prove that you're a big girl though," Greg said as he walked over and pulled open the drawer of an end table. "Any cute little baby could do that! No, there are some extra restrictions. First, you probably already guessed it, but you need to finish your tower before you create a poo-poo Picasso in your cute little diapy."

Willow audibly groaned this time. She'd be lying if she said she didn't expect the bowel movement time limit, it was one of Greg's favorite elements in these challenges, but she could already feel herself struggling to keep her padded pants clean.

"But, that would be too easy too, and you wouldn't enjoy your adult time if you didn't *really* have to work for it, right?" Willow's Daddy continued, causing Willow to nervously swallow as she looked at the item in his hands. "While you are *trying* to prove that you are a big girl, you aren't one yet. You're still a baby. And babies don't stand and walk: They crawl."

Willow's eyes went wide as Greg unfurled the hobble restraints in his clutches.

"This will make sure you stay on all fours! Don't worry, I'll lift our normal rules and let you climb on the furniture. Now, get down on all fours so I can get this on you, and you can get started!"

Willow complied with her Daddy's orders, knowing from experience that there was no point in protesting. If she wanted any chance of a girl's night out free of diapers and Greg's supervision, she would have to follow his rules. Instead of dwelling on the unfairness of it all, she focused on the best way to quickly create her toy block masterpiece.

"All done! Now get to work! Your tummy timer stops for no one!" Greg said, sending the crawling Willow off with a playful swat on her padded rump.

Willow immediately made as fast of a b-line for the tubs as possible, drastically slowed down by the restraints tying her wrists to each other and her ankles. Once at the tubs, Willow quickly switched from all fours, to a seated position. She grabbed one tub with both hands and scooted it, as well as her diapered bottom, across the floor and as close to the sturdy coffee table nearby as possible before dumping the tub over, spilling it's contents on the ground. She then repeated the process two more times before finally settling in to begin building her tower.

Slowly and carefully, Willow began laying blocks out to build the base of her tower. Knowing the importance of a strong base, the first foot of her tower was made with large blocks stacked together to be as sturdy as possible.

As Willow continued to work on her tower, the suppository her Daddy slipped into her continued to work on her insides. By the time her tower was a foot and a half tall, the grumbling in her stomach was beginning to turn to light cramping. Undeterred, Willow forged ahead, ignoring her discomfort and determined to earn the night out she craved.

Willow's tower continued to grow steadily as the minutes ticked by. A foot and a half was soon two feet. Two feet became two and a half feet. Before she knew it, Willow was halfway there, despite having to make some yoga-like maneuvers to stack the blocks higher due to the hobble tied to each of her limbs and the growing discomfort in her bowels.

Two and a half feet proved to be a tricky height. At that point, Willow found that no matter how she positioned her body, she just couldn't quite reach the top of the tower from her position on the ground. Willow was not going to let that stop her. She had planned for this.

With sweat beading on her forehead from the strain of keeping her rear-end in check, Willow began moving as many block as possible from the floor to the coffee table. Then, as delicately as possible, she climbed onto the coffee table herself in her forced, crawling posture. For a moment, as she awkwardly pulled her right knee up on to the table, Willow almost lost her battle with her bowels due to the strange position, but, thankfully, found herself able to power through the discomfort.

Once safely on the table, Willow began diligently stacking the blocks higher and higher again. Two and a half feet became three then three and a half, and then four. However, with each new block stacked, Willow found her task becoming more and more difficult.

The cramping in her stomach was becoming nearly unbearable. All Willow really wanted to do was release a brown, stinky mess into the back of her diaper and end this torment. Making matters worse, as the tower got higher, it became more and more difficult to place new blocks with her hobbles still restricting her every movement. Sweat was dripping down every part of Willow's body as she took a break at the four and a half foot mark to sit back and admire her building block masterpiece.

"Little Lolo! Your tower looks wonderful! I'm so proud of you! Have you made a stinky yet?" Came Greg's voice from behind her. Before Willow could deny having messed herself, she felt the waistband of her diaper being pulled back behind her. "Nope! Still clean! Good girl! Maybe you *will* earn some big girl time this month!"

A blush radiated up Willow's body at being talked down to and checked like a baby, but, another, more severe cramp rocked her body, letting her know she didn't have much time to finish her creation. With renewed vigor, she crawled back to work.

Her tower was now too tall to reach the top of even from her crouched position on the coffee table. Looking around the room for something she could use to crawl higher, Willow's eyes fell on the couch's cushions. Carefully, and ignoring her boyfriend's giggles at her awkward crawl, Willow grabbed the cushions off the couch and stacked them on the coffee table before climbing on top of them herself and extending her reach.

Willow ignored Greg's giggles again as, when she reached the top of her impromptu scaffolding, a loud fart trumpeted from her backside.

"Careful my cute, little architect! I wouldn't want your pretty little tushy to blast you off your little ladder!" Greg said, stepping closer to better position himself in case his girlfriend did actually fall from her wobbly perch.

Willow glared back at Greg before turning back to her construction project. She appreciated him keeping her safe, but could do without the unnecessary commentary.

Despite the wobbly and precarious nature of her couch-cushion perch, Willow quickly found that her method to get higher was working. Before long her tower was five feet tall, just a few blocks away from completion. Unfortunately for Willow though, the cramps she had been fighting all morning had intensified to the point where she knew she was only moments away from disaster. Worse, Willow once again found that she couldn't easily reach the top of the tower to place new blocks.

Knowing that she didn't have time to increase the height of her scaffolding, Willow threw caution to the wind. Grabbing her last two blocks, she did her best to balance on her bent legs on top of the highest couch cushion like a bird, with the hobble still restricting her movement. As quickly and delicately as she could, she started to lean forward into her tower as she attempted to place her last two blocks.

Noting the danger inherent in his girlfriend's desperate maneuver, Greg's daddy instincts kicked in and he quickly repositioned himself on the opposite side of Willow's impressive tower to catch her if she fell. Willow, too focused to be aware of her Daddy's repositioning, reached up and out as far as she could, desperately trying to finish her tower without falling or knocking it over.

However, just as the tip of the first block reached the top of her tower, Willow's body finally overcame her. A painful pressure in Willow's gut forced her to bend at the waist.

Already on the edge of disaster, the sudden movement immediately caused the diapered woman to lose her balance and fall forward directly into her nearly finished tower. The pain, sudden movement, surprise, and fear all worked against Willow, causing her to release her aching bowels into her diaper as she tumbled forward. Like the her falling blocks, Willow could feel her hope of getting a night out this month cascade to the floor with her.

Willow closed her eyes as the ground drew closer. In the short few moments as she fell, she hoped and prayed that her padded and messy backside would protect her in a way that she couldn't with her tied up hands and feet when she hit the ground.

Luckily for Willow, Greg was ready for her unfortunate and literal fall from grace. Leaping into action just as his love lost her balance, he lunged forward and caught his precious baby girl before she hit the floor. Willow opened her eyes as she felt Greg's strong arms wrap around her, protecting her from landing on the large pile of blocks that were once her tower, lying on the floor beneath them.

"Daddy?" Willow said hesitantly as she gazed up at Greg with doe eyes.

"Uh huh, Little Lolo. Daddy's got you. Daddy will always have you!" Greg said as he pulled Willow closer into his chest. He then wrinkled his nose as he noticed a noxious smell in the air. Looking from the ground and back to the woman in his arms, he spoke again, "Well, it smells like somebody didn't earn her big girl time. That's alright, we'll try again next month. Now, why don't we go get you changed before we clean up this mess."

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Especially if you're new to being a Mommy, Daddy, or Caregiver, with little or no experience, or if you've previously had a more "vanilla" relationship, it can be challenging to integrate the necessary discipline and dominance into the relationship. This is often because it’s not just about physically caring for your little one but also about exercising deep psychological and emotional control to develop a healthy and fulfilling ABDL relationship.

Taking full responsibility for the well-being and upbringing of an ABDL baby can be intimidating, especially when you're new to this role. You might be wondering how to proceed, how strict you should be, and how to balance care and discipline. It’s completely normal to feel unsure at first, but let me assure you as an experienced and strict Mommy that with patience, practice, and the right knowledge, it is possible to lead a fulfilling and profound ABDL relationship.

This guide is designed to provide you, as a new Mommy, Daddy, or Caregiver, with the necessary tools to deepen ABDL discipline in your daily life. The following suggestions are divided into various levels of difficulty—from simple, beginner-friendly steps to more advanced techniques that require stronger psychological and emotional control. It’s important that you move at your own pace and pay attention to what works best for you and your baby.

Remember, you don’t have to do everything on this list every day. Start with 2-4 elements a day and gradually increase both the frequency and intensity. Your role as a Mommy, Daddy, or Caregiver will evolve, and with each new experience, you will become more confident and assertive.

Beginner

1. Introduce Diaper Talk:

One of the easiest ways to reinforce ABDL discipline is to make your baby's diapers a topic of conversation. This not only constantly reminds your baby of their role but also gives you the opportunity to demonstrate your care and control. For example, you could casually ask or mention:

"Is your diaper still dry, baby?"

"Oh, your diaper waistband is showing, sweetheart."

"Someone already has a thick diaper butt."

"These diapers look really cute on you. Should we order more?"

These simple and casually asked questions and statements help integrate the diaper into your daily routine and make it a natural part of your relationship.

2. Set Clear Expectations:

It’s important to make it clear from the start that diapers are not just for wearing but also for using. This can be particularly challenging if your baby is still used to using the toilet. You could lovingly but firmly say:

"This diaper is meant for all your business. No exceptions."

"No toilet for you today. That’s what your diaper is for."

"Have you already used your diaper today, my good boy/girl?"

"Good, you’ve used your diaper well."

Such statements ensure that your baby understands they are expected to fully use their diaper, while also encouraging regression into the role of a little child.

3. Physical Interaction with the Diaper:

Another important aspect of ABDL discipline is physical interaction with the diaper. This reinforces the feeling of dependency and lets your baby know that you are in complete control. You could:

Gently pat or stroke the diapered bottom.

Lightly press the diaper to check how full it is.

Place a hand on the diapered bottom while hugging.

Rub the front of the diaper to arouse your baby.

These small gestures show that you are attentive and that your baby is always under your care.

4. Integrate Simple Baby Elements:

To further encourage your baby's regression, you can gradually integrate simple baby elements into daily life. Here are some suggestions:

Lovingly call your baby "my baby, my sweetie, little one" or similar pet names.

Dress your baby in baby-appropriate clothing at night, like sleepers or onesies.

Give them a bottle or pacifier before bedtime.

Ensure they use a pacifier at night.

These simple steps help reinforce feelings of security and dependency.

5. Morning Diaper Check:

The day should always start with a diaper check. This can be done in bed by simply pressing the front of the diaper lightly to see if it’s wet. If you find it’s damp, you could say something like:

"Good thing your diaper held up, or the bed would be all wet."

"You’re really becoming a little bedwetter, aren’t you?"

"Yes, you’re my big boy/girl. Your full diapers show that."

"Oh, your diaper is really full. Well done."

This routine gives your baby security and confirms that you are always there to care for them.

6. Evening Preparations:

The evening also offers a wonderful opportunity to deepen ABDL discipline. Every evening, lay out a thick diaper and ABDL nightwear openly and visibly on the bed and instruct your baby to get ready for bed—a few hours before actual bedtime is ideal. Of course, they don’t prepare for bed themselves; diapering into a fresh one is your job, and the baby has no say in this. This reinforces the ritual and your little one’s helplessness, giving your baby the sense that they need to prepare for the evening and the care that comes with it.

7. Preparation Before Leaving the House:

Before leaving the house, make sure your baby is dressed appropriately. Ask them to pull down their pants or lift their skirt so you can check if they’re wearing a diaper and if it’s still adequately dry. If you’re planning a day trip, also ask if the diaper bag is packed and take a look yourself. These checks show your baby that you take care of every detail and leave nothing to chance.

10. Switch Between Diapers and Pull-ups:

When your baby isn’t in diapers, have them wear pull-ups, training pants, girlish underwear (if male), or childishly patterned underwear. This ensures they’re constantly aware of their role and remain in a state of mild regression. However, pull-ups should be the exception, as they’re for big kids. The toilet is still off-limits. Once the pull-ups are wet, switch back to a diaper.

11. Embarrassing Clothing at Home:

At home, you can dress your baby in particularly embarrassing clothing. Good options include:

Thick diapers requiring a slightly spread-legged walk.

No pants, so the diaper is clearly visible.

ABDL onesies or rompers.

A skirt, regardless of gender.

Childishly designed two-piece pajamas.

Footed sleepers.

These clothing items emphasize the childlike role and allow your baby to fully immerse themselves in the ABDL experience.

Advanced

1. Advanced Baby Elements:

Integrate more baby elements into your baby’s daily routine. For example:

Give them a bottle of milk every night.

Let them sleep with a teddy bear.

Speak in baby talk during diaper checks and changes.

Have them use a pacifier during the day.

These additional measures deepen the regression and make your baby more dependent on your care.

2. Encouragement for Bowel Movements:

To avoid discomfort in public, encourage your baby to use their diaper at home before you leave. This helps avoid embarrassing situations and gives your baby a sense of security that they’re doing everything right under your care.

3. Public Discretion and Control:

In public, you can begin to subtly but effectively maintain control. Ask questions about the diaper or conduct discreet checks by gently pressing the front or back or even pulling back the waistband for a closer look when no one is watching. These small acts of care reinforce control without revealing your secret.

4. Regular Diaper Changes:

If you notice that your baby’s diaper is starting to smell, don’t hesitate to take them by the hand, lay them down, and change the diaper. Don’t ask if a change is needed—you decide what’s best. Your baby will learn that you’re always in control.

5. Surprise Purchases:

Occasionally surprise your baby with new ABDL items such as clothing, diapers, or pacifiers. Such gestures show that you’re thinking about them and constantly considering their needs.

6. Punishment Through Discomfort:

If your baby is naughty, you can make their diaper experience less pleasant as punishment. For example:

Leave them in a wet or dirty diaper for an extended period.

Feed them pureed or mashed food while they wear a bib.

Occasionally treat them like a little girl by dressing them in pink diapers and girlish clothing.

These punishments are strict but necessary to maintain discipline.

7. Forced Bowel Movements:

Increase the frequency with which you make your baby have a bowel movement in their diaper. Use suppositories or small enemas during diaper changes to ensure they fully embrace their role as a helpless baby.

8. Diaper Change Permissions:

Make your baby ask for permission to have their diaper changed. Use this opportunity to inspect the diaper and ensure it’s truly full. If it isn’t, have your baby stay in the diaper for another 1-2 hours.

9. Evening Care:

Every evening, prepare your baby for bed by putting them in a thick diaper and changing their everyday clothes into ABDL clothing. This signals the start of the bedtime routine and helps your baby feel safe and secure.

10. Only Thick Diapers at Home:

At home, your baby should ONLY wear thick or ABDL diapers. This rule strengthens discipline and deepens regression, as your baby will always feel the diaper and can never ignore their role.

11. Shopping with Diapers:

Take your baby on shopping trips while they’re wearing diapers. This applies to regular grocery shopping as well as visits to medical supply stores. Such outings help your baby embrace their role more naturally.

12. Expose Your Baby to ABDL Influence:

Regularly expose your baby to ABDL content, such as social media, videos, or stories. This ensures that your baby is constantly influenced by the ABDL world and doesn’t forget their role.

13. Fully Adjust the Baby Routine:

By now, your baby should have fully accepted their role. Adjust your daily routine accordingly, for example:

Ensure your baby always goes to bed diapered and with a pacifier.

Regulate meal times according to the baby’s schedule.

Integrate regular diaper checks and changes into daily life.

Include baby elements like pacifiers, bibs, and stuffed animals.

14. Going Out Without Pants:

At home or when visiting friends, remove your baby’s pants, so their diaper is fully visible. This emphasizes your control and leaves your baby in no doubt about their role.

15. Permanent Use of Baby Elements:

Consider the following:

Have your baby use a bottle or sippy cup instead of regular cups.

Introduce regular use of pacifiers during the day.

Switch to baby foods and puree solid meals.

Ensure your baby always has a bib at meals.

Conclusion:

ABDL discipline can be a complex and gradual process, especially for new Mommies, Daddies, and Caregivers. However, with patience, practice, and the right mindset, it’s possible to integrate more dominance and control into your relationship. Start slowly, pay attention to your baby’s needs, and build your confidence and assertiveness over time. Eventually, you will become a loving but strict Caregiver who fully controls and disciplines their little one. Remember, the key to success is to stay consistent and enjoy every moment of your journey.

Wie du mehr Disziplin und Dominanz in eure neue Beziehung integrierst

Einleitung:

Besonders wenn du als neue Mommy, Daddy oder Caregiver keine oder wenig Erfahrung hast oder bisher eine eher „Vanilla“-Beziehung geführt hast, kann es herausfordernd sein, die nötige Disziplin und Dominanz in die Beziehung zu integrieren. Dies liegt oft daran, dass es nicht nur um die körperliche Versorgung deines kleinen Schatzes geht, sondern auch um eine tiefe, psychologische und emotionale Kontrolle, die du ausüben musst, um ein gesundes und erfülltes ABDL-Verhältnis zu entwickeln.

Es kann einschüchternd sein, die volle Verantwortung für das Wohlbefinden und die Erziehung eines ABDL-Babys zu übernehmen, insbesondere wenn man neu in dieser Rolle ist. Vielleicht fragst du dich, wie du am besten vorgehst, wie streng du sein solltest und wie du das Gleichgewicht zwischen Fürsorge und Disziplin findest. Es ist völlig normal, sich anfangs unsicher zu fühlen, aber lass mich dir als erfahrene und strenge Mommy versichern, dass es mit Geduld, Übung und dem richtigen Wissen möglich ist, eine erfüllende und tiefgehende ABDL-Beziehung zu führen.

Dieser Leitfaden ist dafür gedacht, dir als neuer Mommy, Daddy oder Caregiver die nötigen Werkzeuge an die Hand zu geben, um die ABDL-Disziplin in deinem Alltag zu vertiefen. Die folgenden Vorschläge sind in verschiedene Schwierigkeitsgrade unterteilt – von einfachen, anfängerfreundlichen Maßnahmen bis hin zu fortgeschrittenen Techniken, die eine stärkere psychologische und emotionale Kontrolle erfordern. Es ist wichtig, dass du dich in deinem eigenen Tempo voranbewegst und darauf achtest, was für dich und dein Baby am besten funktioniert.

Denke daran, dass du nicht jeden Tag alles auf dieser Liste tun musst. Beginne mit 2-4 Elementen pro Tag und arbeite dich nach oben, sowohl in der Häufigkeit als auch in der Intensität. Deine Rolle als Mommy, Daddy oder Caregiver wird sich weiterentwickeln, und mit jeder neuen Erfahrung wirst du sicherer und durchsetzungsfähiger werden.

Anfänger

1. Gespräche über die Windeln einführen:

Eine der einfachsten Möglichkeiten, die ABDL-Disziplin zu verstärken, ist es, die Windeln deines Babys zum Gesprächsthema zu machen. Das führt nicht nur dazu, dass dein Baby ständig an seine Rolle erinnert wird, sondern es gibt dir auch die Möglichkeit, deine Fürsorge und Kontrolle zu demonstrieren. Du kannst zum Beispiel beiläufig fragen oder erwähnen:

„Ist deine Windel noch trocken, Baby?“

„Oh, dein Windelbund ist sichtbar, mein Liebling.“

„Da hat jemand aber schon einen dicken Windelpo.“

„Diese Windeln sehen richtig süß an dir aus. Sollen wir die noch einmal bestellen?“

Diese einfachen und beiläufig gestellten Fragen und Aussagen helfen dabei, die Windel in den Alltag zu integrieren und zu einem selbstverständlichen Teil eurer Beziehung zu machen.

2. Erwartungshaltung deutlich machen:

Es ist wichtig, dass du von Anfang an klarstellst, dass die Windeln nicht nur zum Tragen, sondern auch zum Benutzen gedacht sind. Dies kann besonders herausfordernd sein, wenn dein Baby noch an den Gebrauch der Toilette gewöhnt ist. Du könntest ihm liebevoll, aber bestimmt sagen:

„Diese Windel ist dafür da, dass du alle deine Geschäfte darin machst. Keine Ausnahme.“

„Nein, heute keine Toilette für dich. Dafür hast du deine Windel.“

„Hast du heute schon in deine Windel gemacht, mein braver Junge/braves Mädchen?“

„Fein, du deine Windel aber schön benutzt.“

Durch solche Aussagen stellst du sicher, dass dein Baby versteht, dass es seine Windel voll und ganz nutzen soll, und förderst gleichzeitig die Regression in die Rolle eines kleinen Kindes.

3. Physische Interaktion mit der Windel:

Ein weiterer wichtiger Aspekt der ABDL-Disziplin ist die physische Interaktion mit der Windel. Dies verstärkt das Gefühl der Abhängigkeit und lässt dein Baby spüren, dass du die volle Kontrolle hast. Du könntest:

Sanft auf den Windelpo klopfen oder ihn streicheln.

Die Windel leicht drücken, um zu prüfen, wie voll sie ist.

Beim Umarmen eine Hand auf den Windelpo legen.

Den vorderen Teil der Windel reiben, um dein Baby zu erregen.

Diese kleinen Gesten zeigen, dass du aufmerksam bist und dein Baby immer unter deiner Obhut steht.

4. Einfache Baby-Elemente integrieren:

Um die Regression deines Babys weiter zu fördern, kannst du nach und nach einfache Babyelemente in den Alltag integrieren. Hier sind einige Vorschläge:

Nenne dein Baby liebevoll „mein Baby, mein Süßes, Kleines“ oder ähnliche Kosenamen.

Kleide dein Baby nachts in babygerechte Kleidung wie Strampler oder Onesies.

Gib ihm ein Fläschchen oder einen Schnuller vor dem Schlafengehen.

Sorge dafür, dass es nachts einen Schnuller benutzt.

Diese einfachen Schritte helfen dabei, das Gefühl der Geborgenheit und Abhängigkeit zu verstärken.

5. Morgendliche Windelkontrolle:

Der Tag sollte immer mit einer Überprüfung der Windel beginnen. Dies kann im Bett geschehen, indem du einfach die Vorderseite der Windel leicht drückst, um zu sehen, ob sie nass ist. Wenn du feststellst, dass sie feucht ist, könntest du etwas sagen wie:

„Gut, dass dein Windelchen durchgehalten hat, sonst wäre das Bett ganz schön nass geworden.“

„Du wirst wirklich langsam zu einem richtigen kleinen Bettnässer, nicht wahr?“

"Ja, du bist mein großer Junge/großes Mädchen. Das zeigen schon deine vollen Windeln."

"Oh, deine Windel ist ja ganz voll. Fein gemacht."

Diese Routine gibt deinem Baby Sicherheit und bestätigt ihm, dass du immer für seine Pflege da bist.

6. Abendliche Vorbereitungen:

Auch der Abend bietet eine wunderbare Gelegenheit, die ABDL-Disziplin zu vertiefen. Lege jeden Abend eine dicke Windel und ABDL-Nachtkleidung offen und gut sichtbar auf dem Bett bereit und fordere dein Baby auf, sich für das Bett fertig zu machen – idealerweise ein paar Stunden vor dem eigentlichen Schlafengehen. Natürlich macht es sich nicht selbst für das Bett fertig. Das Wickeln in die frische Windel übernimmst natürlich du, das Baby hat hier nichts zu entscheiden. Dies verstärkt das Ritual und die Hilflosigkeit deines Schautzes und gibt deinem Baby das Gefühl, dass es sich auf den Abend und die damit verbundene Pflege einstellen muss.

7. Vorbereitung vor dem Verlassen des Hauses:

Bevor ihr das Haus verlasst, solltest du sicherstellen, dass dein Baby angemessen gekleidet ist. Fordere es auf, seine Hose herunter zu lassen oder den Rock zu heben, um zu überprüfen, ob es eine Windel trägt und diese auch noch angemessen trocken ist. Wenn ihr einen Tagesausflug plant, frage auch nach, ob die Wickeltasche gepackt ist und schaue noch einmal nach. Diese Überprüfungen zeigen deinem Baby, dass du dich um alle Details kümmerst und nichts dem Zufall überlässt.

10. Wechsel zwischen Windeln und Pull-ups:

Wenn dein Baby nicht in Windeln steckt, lasse es Pull-ups, Trainingshöschen, mädchenhafte Unterwäsche (falls männlich) oder kindisch gemusterte Höschen tragen. Dies sorgt dafür, dass es sich ständig seiner Rolle bewusst ist und immer in einem Zustand der leichten Regression bleibt. Pull-ups bleiben aber die Ausnahme, da diese schon für große Kinder sind. Die Toilette ist immer noch tabu. Sobald die Pull-ups nass werden, wird wieder auf eine Windel umgestiegen.

11. Peinliche Kleidung zu Hause:

Zu Hause kannst du dein Baby in besonders peinlicher Kleidung herumlaufen lassen. Gute Optionen sind:

Dicke Windeln, damit ein leicht gespreitzter Gang notwendig wird.

Keine Hosen, sodass die Windeln gut sichtbar sind.

ABDL-Onesies oder Romper.

Einen Rock, unabhängig vom Geschlecht.

Kindlich gestaltete Zweiteiler-Pyjamas.

Fußstrampler.

Diese Kleidungsstücke betonen die kindliche Rolle und lassen dein Baby tief in die ABDL-Erfahrung eintauchen.

Fortgeschritten

1. Erweiterte Babyelemente:

Integriere mehr Babyelemente in den Alltag deines Babys. Zum Beispiel:

Gib ihm jede Nacht eine Flasche Milch.

Lass es mit einem Teddy schlafen.

Spreche bei Windelkontrollen und -wechseln in Babysprache mit ihm.

Lasse es tagsüber einen Schnuller benutzen.

Diese zusätzlichen Maßnahmen vertiefen die Regression und machen dein Baby abhängiger von deiner Pflege.

2. Ermutigung zum großen Geschäft:

Um Unannehmlichkeiten in der Öffentlichkeit zu vermeiden, ermutige dein Baby, die Windel zu Hause zu füllen, bevor ihr das Haus verlasst. Dies hilft, peinliche Situationen zu vermeiden und gibt deinem Baby ein Gefühl der Sicherheit, dass es in deiner Obhut alles richtig macht.

3. Öffentliche Diskretion und Kontrolle:

In der Öffentlichkeit kannst du anfangen, subtiler, aber dennoch effektiv zu kontrollieren. Stelle Fragen über die Windel oder führe diskrete Kontrollen durch, indem du sanft die Vorder- oder Rückseite drückst oder gar den Hosenbund zurückziehst, um genauer zu schauen, wenn niemand zuschaut. Diese kleinen Akte der Fürsorge verstärken die Kontrolle, ohne euer Geheimnis zu offenbaren.

4. Regelmäßige Windelwechsel:

Wenn du bemerkst, dass die Windel deines Babys zu riechen beginnt, zögere nicht, es bei der Hand zu nehmen, es hinzulegen und die Windel zu wechseln. Frage nicht, ob es einen Wechsel braucht – du entscheidest, was am besten ist. Dein Baby wird lernen, dass du immer die Kontrolle hast.

5. Überraschende Einkäufe:

Überrasche dein Baby gelegentlich mit neuen ABDL-Artikeln wie Kleidung, Windeln oder Schnullern. Solche Gesten zeigen, dass du dir Gedanken machst und ständig an seine Bedürfnisse denkst.

6. Bestrafung durch Unannehmlichkeiten:

Falls dein Baby ungezogen ist, kannst du seine Windelerfahrung weniger angenehm gestalten, um es zu bestrafen. Zum Beispiel:

Lasse es für längere Zeit in einer nassen oder schmutzigen Windel bleiben.

Füttere es mit püriertem oder zerkleinertem Essen, während es ein Lätzchen trägt.

Behandle es gelegentlich wie ein kleines Mädchen, indem du ihm rosa Windeln und mädchenhafte Kleidung anziehst.

Diese Strafen sind zwar streng, aber notwendig, um die Disziplin zu wahren.

7. Zwang zum großen Geschäft:

Erhöhe die Häufigkeit, mit der du dein Baby dazu bringst, sein großes Geschäft in die Windel zu machen. Verwende Zäpfchen oder kleine Einläufe während des Windelwechsels, um sicherzustellen, dass es sich vollständig in seine Rolle als hilfloses Baby einfügt.

8. Windelwechselkontrollen:

Lass dein Baby um Erlaubnis bitten, die Windel wechseln zu dürfen. Nutze diese Gelegenheit, um die Windel zu inspizieren und sicherzustellen, dass sie wirklich voll ist. Falls sie es nicht ist, lasse dein Baby noch 1-2 Stunden länger in der Windel bleiben.

9. Abendliche Pflege:

Jeden Abend solltest du dein Baby für das Bett fertig machen, indem du es in eine dicke Windel steckst und die Alltagskleidung in ABDL-Kleidung tauschst. Dies signalisiert den Beginn der Nachtroutine und hilft deinem Baby, sich sicher und geborgen zu fühlen.

10. Nur dicke Windeln zu Hause:

Zu Hause sollte dein Baby NUR dicke oder ABDL-Windeln tragen. Diese Regel stärkt die Disziplin und vertieft die Regression, da dein Baby die Windel immer spüren wird und seine Rolle damit niemals ignorieren kann.

11. Einkaufen mit Windeln:

Nimm dein Baby mit auf Einkaufstouren, während es Windeln trägt. Das betrifft sowohl die regulären Einkäufe etwa für Lebensmittel als auch gemeinsame Besuche von Geschäften, um neue medizinische Windeln, kindische Unterwäsche und andere Babyprodukte wie Puder und Babynahrung zu kaufen. Solche Ausflüge sind lehrreich und verstärken die Rolle deines Babys. Die Hand bleibt dabei immer am Einkaufswagen, damit es nicht verloren geht!

12. Sichtbare Baby-Elemente zu Hause:

Mache den Baby-Status deines Babys auch zu Hause deutlich, wenn keine Besucher da sind:

Richte eine spezielle Wickelstation ein, an der die Windeln ordentlich gestapelt sind.

Halte einen Schnuller griffbereit neben dem Bett deines Babys.

Bewahre fertige Fläschchen im Kühlschrank auf.

Hänge die ABDL-Kleidung deines Babys so auf, dass sie leicht zugänglich ist.

13. Windeln im Urlaub:

Keine Ausnahmen! Auch während des Urlaubs oder auf Ausflügen solltest du darauf achten, dass dein Baby stets Windeln trägt.

14. Sissy-Elemente einführen (bei männlichen Babys):

Falls du ein männliches Baby hast, experimentiere damit, es an einigen Tagen oder die meiste Zeit als „Sissy“ zu behandeln:

Wähle rosa oder mädchenhafte Windeln.

Ziehe ihm feminine ABDL-Kleidung an, wie Onesies oder Romper.

Kleide es in Frauenkleidung wie Röcke oder Leggings.

Verwende bei Bedarf Butt-Plugs oder Chastity-Käfige.

15. Weitere Baby-Elemente einführen:

Kleide dein Baby zu Hause die meiste Zeit wie ein richtiges Baby:

Lasse es nur Windeln und babyhafte T-Shirts tragen.

Ziehe ihm Babystrampler oder -kleider an.

Benutze kindliche Socken und Strumpfhosen.

Vermeide erwachsene Kleidung, es sei denn, es arbeitet von zu Hause aus. Auch dann sollte die untere Hälfte weiterhin babyhaft bleiben.

16. Nutzung von milden Abführmitteln:

Du kannst gelegentlich kleine Mengen Abführmittel in die Nahrung oder Getränke deines Babys mischen, um es dazu zu bringen, die Kontrolle zu verlieren. ACHTUNG! Natürlich sollte dies nur mit vorheriger Zustimmung erfolgen.

17. Einschränkung der Windelwechsel:

Setze feste Zeiten für den Windelwechsel fest, sodass dein Baby manchmal einige Stunden in einer vollen Windel bleiben muss. Dies lehrt Geduld und Gehorsam.

18. Exklusive Nutzung von ABDL-Windeln:

Steige vollständig auf dicke oder ABDL-Windeln um, auch wenn ihr in der Öffentlichkeit unterwegs seid. Dies verstärkt das Gefühl der Abhängigkeit und sorgt dafür, dass dein Baby stets an seine Rolle erinnert wird.

Schlusswort:

Die ABDL-Disziplin erfordert Geduld, Konsequenz und vor allem Liebe. Indem du diese Elemente in den Alltag integrierst, gibst du deinem Baby die Sicherheit, die es braucht, um in seine Rolle hineinzuwachsen und sich vollkommen auf dich zu verlassen. Du wirst merken, dass sich eure Beziehung vertieft und eine besondere, unvergleichliche Bindung entsteht.

As regular readers will know we’re big advocates for 24/7 Diaper Discipline but this isn’t always possible for your situation so this short guide are some options to explore.

Firstly these are still about diaper discipline not random diaper punishments so there has to be a level of consistency and regularity to it. 24/7 is most effective by being constant but the suggestions below can be ways to get started more easily.

Most of these can be combined and you should try layering them up until you can make the leap to 24/7.

Diaper Discipline Weekends

From after work on Friday until Monday morning they’ll be in diaper discipline. This should be without exceptions for any weekend activities so they’ll quickly get used to being diapered and using in public.

This should happen every weekend so another neat trick is to reduce them to 5 pairs of underwear to be used in the week which are then put aside to be washed over the weekend.

If you not combining this with other diapering in the week you should make this more intense to ensure it isn’t all fun for them. Incorporating a baby day, forced messing and/or bondage can be a good way to achieve this.

Diaper Discipline Evenings

Every evening after work they’re promptly diapered which will be their toilet until the next morning. Use exposed diapers or abdl clothing at home to add to humiliation elements of this.

One night a week make them sleep restrained in a spare bedroom after taking laxatives for a punishment element.

Diaper Discipline Vacations

Keep them in diapers for the whole of your next vacation. From leaving your house to returning they should be diapered.

For the best results inform your hotel/resort they’re incontinent so a medical trash can is included in your room which they’ll find highly embarrassing.

As your away from people you know experiment with being more open about their diapers, keeping them in thick medical ones at all times, leaving them visible in the room, dressing them in less discreet clothing and openly asking them how their diaper is or if they’ll need a change soon.

Swim diapers are also recommended and you can insist on this by saying the hotel would be concerned if they weren’t wearing one.

Baby Staycation

Take a few days off work and potentially combine with a weekend to give them a stay at home vacation as a baby. This should be 3-5 days where they spend the whole time at a baby age of your choice.

This will be hard work for you but can be fun and can be a great stress reliever for your partner too. At a minimum this means 24/7 diapers with no toilet usage, you taking care of all their checks and changes, and baby clothes / exposed diapers at all times.

The rest should depend on the age you pick:

Newborn:

Immobile (locking mittens, booties and other restraints)

All food puréed and drinks fed to them in bottles

No talking / pacifier at all times

Oral laxatives each day to simulate regular loose bowel movements

18 hours sleep each day, wake them up twice in the night for new bottles

Age 1:

Locking mittens and booties to force crawling

Food fed to them and drinks in bottles

Baby talk only, pacifier at most times

Mix of suppositories and oral laxatives used to give them lose and firm messes

Baby tv allowed

15 hours sleep each day

Age 2:

Locking mittens at night

Food eaten using their hands, drinks in sippy cups

Limited single word talking allowed, pacifier used regularly

Suppositories used randomly

Baby tv allowed

13 hours sleep each day

You could even start at newborn and progress them up a year every day or every other day.

Random Diaper Discipline days

Each week pick a 3 day period where they’ll be in diaper discipline. The timer starts for 72 hours when you say and diapers become their toilet, best used when diaper wearing is possible at work.

Week on, week off

Simple, follow 24/7 dd rules every other week.

50:50 DD

Your partner must be in diaper discipline 50% of the days in a month. They earn a day off with every day in DD and can spend these when they like up to half of the days in a month.

This % can be slowly increased so it’s 70:30 and 7 days of DD are required to unlock 3 days off.

Combine with other rules to reward higher DD elements, maybe they only earn a day if they mess that day, or they get a bonus day for a day trip out wearing & using thick diapers. Get creative!