Detroit Diaper Slave

“I know you hate it when Mr. Mark comes over to cucksit you, but none of your other sitters were available so you’re just going to have to be a good boy and deal with it.

Ughhhhh….weve been over this time and time again, baby. It doesn’t matter if you’re not gay and he is, you will obey him like a good diaper cuck.

And if you don’t? What a silly thing to ask! If I get a bad report from him that tight little chastity cage that your nub is locked up won’t be coming off for a VERY VERY long time. Maybe I’ll just let him hold on to your key, hmm? We don’t want that do we? That’s what I thought! Good boy!

It’s hard enough finding sitters for you while I’m out on my dates flirting and fucking real men, so don’t you DARE disappoint me!

If he wants to spank your beta butt, you lay over his lap and take it like a champ. If he wants to watch you make boom boom in your diaper, you squat down like a good cuck and fill those diapers up! If he wants you to give him a good old fashioned gluck gluck, you crawl up to him and give him the most enthusiastic blowjob he’s ever had, and of course you’ll gulp it all down and thank Mr. Mark for feeding you his yummy cummies!

I promise if you’re a good boy and do as your told, I’ll let you have some fun with Mr. Buzzy in a couple weeks!

Oh! That must be him, he’s right on time! It’ll be very late when I get home and he know to have you down for beddy bye by 7:30 sharp, I’m sure you’ll be worn out from all the fun so it won’t be a problem!

“I don’t understand white people. Like, I’m literally changing a grown man’s diaper on his living room floor while his wife is out cheating on him.

The fucked up thing? He’s totally ok with it? Like, his little dicklet is literally locked up in a cage! I just don’t get it. It’s the most pathetic thing I’ve ever seen.

But, I’m not complaining. It’s easy money for me, and the little bitch has to do everything I say. Babysitting cucks isn’t exactly the career path I envisioned, but it does pay well.

“Good morning cucky, how’d you sleep? Oh no! Were we a little loud last night? Did all the moaning scare you? Hmm, I think so! You’re absolutely soaked!

Did your cage get tight listening to mommy moan? Did all those manly grunts make my little cuck so frustrated?

It’s ok sweetie, thats just what grown ups do sometimes! And this is what you do, cuck. You fill those diapers up like a pro! And what else do little cucks do? That’s right mister, they NEVER get to cum.

I have to get back to him, I’m sorry I won’t be able to change you until after we go for round two. Do you want me to turn the monitor on so you can hear better? So you can hear what a real man fucking your wife sounds like? Or would you like me to turn it off? Hmm?

Hehe! Thats what I thought, be a good little cuck and don’t make a peep, just enjoy the sounds you’ll never get to experience. I’ll be in to change you once we’re finished!”

First Cummunion

“Hello, our strong Alphas, our precious viewers, and all the sweet souls watching from afar. This is Matron Elise, one of the many Matrons blessed to serve the Sanctuary. Today one of my Littles has earned his very first Cummunion Blessing after ninety perfect days of obedience. Isn’t that wonderful?? The collective is so proud when another pouty pamper pisser learns his proper place!”

The door opened. Two tall Alphas entered, black shirts stretched across broad shoulders, guiding the Little between them with firm but gentle hands. He walked in tall for a regressed male. Chest puffed out, eyes bright, a hopeful little bounce in his step even with the thick diaper crinkling under his pastel onesie. Mittens locked behind his back, paci clipped to his collar, chastity cage hidden beneath the padding. He looked proud. Excited. Like a man finally about to collect the reward he’d been promised in whispers during late-night rocking sessions.

The Alphas positioned him on his knees in the middle of the rug, facing the Matron and the camera, then stepped back just enough to frame the scene. Silent. Watching. Their presence a quiet reminder that every Blessing belonged to the whole Sanctuary.

The Matron stood gracefully in front of the diapered man, cupping his cheek with one soft hand.

“Look at this precious little man, everyone!” she said, eyes flicking between him and the lens. “For ninety whole days he’s been Mommy’s perfect angel. No temper tantrums, no fussy pouts. He’s used his diapees like a good widdle boi! No potty attempts, just happy little accidents and big, squishy messes for Mommy to change. He’s said ‘yes Matron’ and ‘thank you Matron’ every single time. Such perfect obedience from what was once such a failed little man. Doesn’t he deserve to feel the blessing the Sanctuary so gracefully provides??”

The Little nodded fast, muffled eager sounds leaking around his paci. His hips shifted slightly on his knees, anticipation obvious.

The Matron rose smoothly, movements slow and ceremonial. She approached the low altar-like cabinet. Polished wood with pearl inlays and faint carved symbols.

She opened the doors with both hands. Inside, on a velvet cushion under soft hidden light, rested the object, pristine white, glowing faintly like a relic.

She lifted it palms-up, cradling it as one would a chalice. Raising it high, arms extended, she presented it to the camera and the unseen watchers.

“And here…” her voice dropped to a solemn hush, “…is his reward. The Cummunion Toy! Blessed, anointed, warmed and already filled with the essence of our Alphas. The only Vessel where a failed male’s seed may be offered.”

She held it aloft a moment longer, then lowered it and turned toward him.

Only when the object was brought close, right in front of his face, soft pink entrance and textured sleeve clearly visible, did reality hit.

The Little's face changed in an instant. Eyes drooped. Brows furrowed. Shoulders sagged. A soft, disappointed whine slipped past the paci as he realized it was nothing but a glorified fleshlight.

Matron Elise tilted her head, mock-sweet sympathy in her voice.

“Awww! Sweetie looks devastated!” She addressed the camera first, then him. “He was told he’d get to fuck a pussy for being such a good boy… silly little man must have thought Matron meant a real pussy. How adorable!” She leaned down, booping his nose lightly. “But no, precious! This fake sleeve is the only hole your little baybee dick is ever allowed into unless it's in the confines of a tiny steel chastity cage surrounded by a wet and messy diaper. No real girls. No breeding rights. Just this toy, the only thing a weak widdle man like you gets to worship!”

He whimpered, head dipping.

Mommy paused, voice dropping to a gentle tease. “Aww! Are you disappointed? Well that's too bad! But...If you’d like, we can put The Vessel away right now and you can toddle back to the Pen with all the other denied diaper bois and sissy gurls, and you can rub your mittens all over your locked and padded itty bitty clitties and try to get relief that way for another 90 days! How's that sound??”

He shook his head frantically, eyes wide and pleading.

She smiled. “That’s what I thought.”

Without further ado, she reached between his legs fingers deftly popping the snaps on his onesie one by one. "Let's get you ready, shall we? We can't perform the witual while our pouty widdle piddle-pants is still in his pampurrs and pee pee pwison, now can we??"

She untaped the front of his diaper with slow, deliberate pulls—the adhesive creaking loudly in the quiet room. The heavy, yellowed padding sagged open, then plopped to the rug with a soft, wet thud. She lifted it by the tapes, holding the soaked, sagging front up to the camera like a trophy, letting the light catch the dark stain. "This is what submission looks like!" she said to the camera, "Every hour of every day, for every beta boi that is dragged through our doors!"

She slides the sodden diaper back between the Little's legs where it belongs, but she doesn't refasten it, just makes him clench it between his thighs.

"Gentlemen..." she says to the Alphas standing watch at the edge of the room, turning up her palm. "The Key, if you please."

One of the Alphas stepped forward, opening a small velvet box that looked suspiciously like an engagement ring case. Nestled inside lay the tiny silver key. He presented it with ceremonial gravity. Matron Elise accepted it with a soft giggle at the Little’s sudden, labored breathing. His chest rising and falling fast, anticipation and dread warring across his face.

She leaned in close, dangling the key just inches from his locked cage. “This is the big moment, precious. Months of waiting… all for this!”

The key slid into the lock with a faint metallic click. She twisted slowly, deliberately, drawing out the moment. Finally, she turned it all the way with a soft Click!

The cage sprang open. His tiny, three-inch cock surged free almost violently: rigid, dripping, the swollen purple head glistening from months of unrelenting denial. It bobbed and twitched in the cool air, a thin string of pre-cum stretching and breaking as it pulsed helplessly.

Mittens remained cuffed tight behind his back. No hands. No touching. No steadying. Just kneeling there, exposed, leaking, utterly at her mercy.

Matron Elise tilted her head, smiling sweetly for the camera. “There we are. Look how excited that sad little thing is already. Ready for your first Cummunion, little one?”

The Matron lifted the Fleshlight again like it was some sacred possession. With her other hand, she uncapped the lube, letting it drizzle in thick, glistening strands over the toy’s opening, coating the soft inner ridges slowly while she narrated for the stream in sing-song baby-talk.

“Look at this pretty pussy, sweetie… so soft, so warm, so perfect for a failed little man. Isn’t it better than any big-girl hole you ever dreamed of?? This the only intimacy the Sanctuary allows little betas like you to have!" She held the toy out in front of him, inches away from where is little dick was still desperately twitching and glistening.

“Now..." she cooed, "Can you be a big boy and hit the hole for Mommy? I know it’s been sooo long since you’ve had to aim into one! Or is this your first time ever? Show Matron what a big boy you are! Go on! Put your little pin-dick in!”

The Little whimpered behind his pacifier from her biting words, but his eyes were locked on the plastic prize. With his face screwed up in concentration, he strained forward, hips twisting awkwardly, trying to line himself up. He aimed as best he could with no hands, inwardly thankful that his dick was so small it stuck straight outwards and had a straight line of site. But as he approached, at the last second, she pulled the toy away with a playful smile toward the camera, knowing the audience loved to see a desperate Little’s frustration. He whined, hips bucking into empty air.

She let this cruel tease go on for another several, pathetic attempts before she finally held it steady. His puny little penis found the slits of the fake vulva and pressed inward. The first inch swallowed him with a wet, sucking sound. Warm silicone gripped tight. He gasped, hips jerking forward on instinct.

“Awww, is baby’s tiny widdle pee-pee all tingly already?” she cooed. “So leaky and desperate after all those months locked up. Poor little failed man can’t help it, can he?”

She let him wriggle his hips a bit, keeping the edge of the fleshlight teasing just the tip. When he tried to scoot closer on his knees, diaper tucked between his thighs, she pulled it back, still only giving him just the tip. “Nu-uh!" she said with a wagging finger "Matron decides how this goes!”

She waited for him to go still before she finally pressed the pocket pussy forward with slow, deliberate strokes. Up...down. In...out. The slick sound loud in the quiet room. Each pull dragged along his sensitive underside. Pre-cum mixed with lube, making everything glossier.

Just as he was getting accustomed to the feel of the fake pussy around his shaft, she pulled it away. Suddenly. Completely.

“Not yet, precious… good boys wait for Matron’s say-so. This is teaching patience. Remember, with every gift comes a lesson.”

She waited five seconds, long enough for his hips to twitch uselessly, for the ache to build, then slid it back on. Deeper this time. Faster. The toy squelching softly with every stroke.

“Aww, listen to that naughty sound! Baby’s making the Cummunion Toy all messy already. Does it feel good, little man? Does it feel like the only pussy you’ll ever deserve?”

His breathing turned ragged. His thighs trembled. His tiny cock throbbed inside the sleeve, veins standing out, head flushed dark.

She jerked the toy away again. Harder.

“Uh-uh! Not yet! Say thank you to the Alphas for even letting your worthless beta dick touch their sacred vessel!”

He mumbled something garbled around the paci, tears pricking his eyes.

She slid the sleeve over his throbbing cock again. Twisting strokes now. She rotated the toy on each upstroke, letting the textured ridges catch and drag. His whole body jerked with a high, needy whine that only went up in volume and octaves when she yanked it away again.

"That's it! Hump the air, honey!" She cooed encouragingly as the Little whimpered and whined and followed her directions involuntarily.

"Show our viewers how pathetic beta baybees like you really are!" Matron Elise purred, eyes flicking to the camera with a pleased smile. "Show them what our commune turned you into! Show them where failed little beta bois like you belong!"

He bucked desperately into nothing, diaper crinkling loudly between his knees, tears streaked down his flushed cheeks, mixing with the drool already leaking around his paci. His short, frantic humps made his tiny, rigid cock bob and leak in the open air. The Alphas watched impassively from the edges of the frame. The stream chat scrolled with hearts, donations, and laughing emojis.

After a few more humiliating thrusts, she held the toy out again, allowing his purple, pulsing penis slid right back in. But she only gave him two pathetic pumps before she ripped it away again.

“Gratitude, sweetie!" she said, "Thank the Sanctuary for keeping you diapered and denied!"

There was no understanding what garbled words were choked and hiccuped around that pacifier, but no one cared. The viewers were getting exactly the show they wanted.

She brought the fleshlight back closer--but not to his hips. Instead, she brought the fake, glistening pussy to his lips. Yanking the pacifier out by the ribbon.

"Now thank the Vessel, sweetheart." She hissed in his ear. "Thank the Light for illuminating your inadequacies. For showing you your place. For providing the only hole with which your Flesh and your sad little seed are ever allowed to go!"

She pressed it gently but firmly against his mouth.

“Kiss it. Lick it. Thank it properly. Apologize to it for being such a toxic, entitled man… for treating women like objects, like toys you could play with and toss aside whenever you wanted. Awww, how cute that now the only toy you get to play with is this one: and you have to worship it on your knees. You failed at being a man so badly that all you get now are poopy pampers instead of pants and potties. Say you’re sorry, sweetie. Say it like you mean it.”

His tongue darted out hesitantly at first, then more obediently, lapping at the slick silicone in small, humiliated strokes. Muffled mantras and blessings spilling from him between licks:

“…th-thank you… Vessel… f-for showing me the way! Sorry… s-sorry for being… toxic… sorry for treating women… like toys… i'm sorry for being a bad man… i'm sorry... I deserve… pampers… not pants… sorry…”

Matron Elise stroked his hair with her free hand, patting his head like he were nothing but an obedient pet, voice dripping with mock tenderness.

“That’s it, precious. Worship the only toy you’ll ever deserve. Apologize again, louder. Let the viewers hear how a bad, entitled boy learns his lesson.”

He repeated it, voice cracking, tongue still pressed to the fake entrance.

The camera captured every trembling detail: the tears, the flushed cheeks, the desperate little licks, the tiny cock twitching untouched below.

She finally pulled The Vessel away, wiping his chin with her thumb.

“Good boy. Now… let’s see how grateful you can be...how long you can last before you earn the right to fill your new favorite toy!”

She brought the sloppy sleeve back down toward his aching, denied length, smiling sweetly at the lens before allowing him to reinsert.

She continued to edge him, drawing out the ritual. Each time slower to re-enter, letting the cool air tease his slick tip before the warm grip returned. Each pull-away left him humping nothing, diaper crinkling, tears cutting fresh tracks down his flushed cheeks as she kissed him on the forehead and whispered degrading coo's in his ear.

“Poor little loser… so close, but not allowed… that’s right, sweetie, hump the air like the useless little clitty-boy you are…”

By the tenth--or maybe the twelfth--tease, his entire body glistened with sweat. Muscles trembled uncontrollably. His tiny cock was so engorged it hurt, veins bulging, pre-cum dripping in thick, steady strings onto the rug below.

Finally she held the toy steady, angled just right.

“Alright, baby." She said, smiling. "It's time. Get it allll out. Dump your pathetic beta batter where it belongs: inside the only pussy you’ll ever fuck! Thrust for Mommy, sweetie. Hump for humanity. Offer it up, little one!”

She didn't have to tell him twice. He bucked frantically. Short, desperate jerks. Desperate. Animalistic. The toy squelched obscenely with every thrust. His balls drew up tight. Then he froze, body locked rigid before shuddered violently, and spurted. Thin, weak ropes pulsing into the sleeve. She milked him through it, slow deliberate strokes, squeezing out every last pitiful drop while he whimpered and spasmed.

She patted his bare, twitching bottom patronizingly. “Such a ‘big’ boi, aren’t youuu?!" she giggled and cooed, "Did it almost feel real for a second? Hmm? Did you enjoy it? I hope so! Because this is the only place for your seed, little man! You are not allowed to breed...that’s for the REAL men!"

She eased the toy off, careful not to spill. "Another 90 days of confinement for you!”

The Alphas moved instantly. They seized him before the aftershocks had even faded, flipping him onto his back, pinning his squirming body to the rug. He cried out in pitiful protest as they forced the chastity cage back on, the cold metal clicking shut around his still-sensitive, shrinking cock. Fresh sobs broke from him as they roughly re-taped the same heavy, cold, yellowed diaper from earlier around his hips. The wet, clammy padding pressing humiliatingly against his skin.

Still in full view of the camera, Matron Elise held the Fleshlight, twisted the base, removed the vaginal opening, and replaced it with a large, soft rubber nipple. What had once been a 'sacred' toy was now a large, loaded bottle, contents sloshing thickly inside.

She moved to the rocking chair in the corner, still framed perfectly for the stream. The Alphas swaddled the sobbing Little tightly in a soft blanket, his cries muffled as they bundled him like an infant and laid his grown, wrapped body across her lap.

She cradled his head against her chest, rocking slowly, holding up the large container so the camera could catch the faint swirl of white inside.

“This Cummunion Toy was passed around the Hall earlier,” she explained softly, voice tender yet unyielding. “Filled by Alphas and leaders and the strongest of the Sanctuary. Your tiny contribution will mix with the seed of your superiors, the real men who provide everything here.”

She warmed the bottle between her palms, then popped his paci free and pressed the nipple to his lips.

He turned away immediately. Fussy, squirming inside the swaddle. “Nooo… Matron, please…”

He turned away immediately. Whining. Squirming. “Nooo… Matron, please…”

“Aww, fussy little failed man doesn’t want his Milkies?” She stroked his damp hair. “This is your only release, sweetie. Your worthless beta batter blended with real Alpha seed. All pleasure, all nourishment, all relief flows from the Sanctuary’s hierarchy. You nurse it down like a good boy.”

He pouted, turned his head again, a small, defiant whimper escaping.

She tapped his bottom. Firm. “Open for Matron, precious. The Sanctuary is watching.”

Lips parted reluctantly. Nipple slipped in. He suckled slow, wincing at the taste. Then deeper, as the warm, salty mix hit his tongue. Eyes fluttered shut. Submission washed over him.

Mommy rocked him, voice soft for the camera.

“See, everyone? This is the fate of every failed male in the Sanctuary. Complete denial. Utter submission. Beta batter follows its proper path: Into The Vessel, and then back into his own tummy where it came from! Isn't that perfect? No more big boi spills and no more wasting women's time! And if you know an obnoxious ‘alpha’ who talks a big game...someone who could really use a change (you know...a nice, thick diaper change), send him our way! Help us keep our nurseries full! Help us trained more lost, debilitated men. Donate today, share our stream, bring us more lost boys who need to be humbled. The Sanctuary is waiting."

Randy’s Reward

The little silver bell on the nightstand chimed twice. Soft, almost musical. Randy froze mid-wipe in the kitchen, the damp cloth dripping onto the tile. His pulse jumped. The bell usually meant one of two things: Lauren needed something fetched right now, or he was in trouble.

He set the cloth down carefully, smoothed his onesie over the heavy, sagging bulk between his legs, and started the slow waddle down the hallway. Each step made the cold, swollen mess inside shift and squish audibly. He’d been marinating in it since late afternoon. Five, maybe six hours. The smell of stale piss was starting to creep up under the baby powder scent. He didn’t dare ask for a change. Not after last week’s reminder that “good boys wait until Mommy says so.”

When he reached the bedroom doorway, he paused, eyes on the floor. Lauren sat propped against the headboard in her silk robe, hair still slightly mussed from Marcus’s earlier visit. She wasn’t scowling. She wasn’t holding the wooden spoon or the hairbrush. She was…smiling. Soft, almost fond.

“Come here, baby,” she said gently. “Mommy has something for you.”

Randy’s stomach churned in confusion and cautious hope. He shuffled forward, head bowed, until he stood at the edge of the bed. The diaper forced his thighs apart, the onesie pulled tight across the front.

“Kneel.” Lauren commanded.

He obeyed, lowering himself carefully so the sodden padding didn’t squish too loudly. She reached out, cupped his cheek, and tilted his face up.

“You’ve been such a good boy lately,” she began, voice low and warm. “No fussing at mealtimes. You ate every bite of your num-nums without a single pout…even the mashed peas which I know you hate. You didn’t whine about having to take your pounding from my strap. And yesterday…” She traced a finger down his chest to the first snap of his onesie. “You didn’t even ask for a change when you got all messy after lunch. You just sat there in your poopy diapee, waiting so patiently until I decided it was time.”

Pop. The first snap of the onesie gave way.

Randy’s breath caught. She was undressing him. Slowly. Deliberately.

Pop. Second snap.

“And when Marcus came over…” she continued, eyes locked on his, voice dropping into that sweet, condescending purr, “you were perfect. You fluffed Marcus’ cock so nicely for me with that little mouth of yours, sucking and licking until he was rock hard and throbbing, ready to fuck Mommy. You knelt there the whole time and watched every deep thrust and every moan like a good little cuck while he took what was his, didn’t you? You held nice and still while he jizzed all over your face, painting your cheeks and lips, and you didn’t sulk even once while it slowly dripped down your chin and onto your bib during round two. And after he filled me up again, you licked all his thick cum out of my pussy, sucking it out like the eager little cleaner you are. All without a single complaint. I’ve never been more proud of my good little cuck boy!!”

Pop. Pop. Pop. The onesie burst open, exposing the cartoon teddy bears stretched taut over the massively swollen, yellowed front of his diaper. The plastic backing glistened faintly under the lamplight.

Lauren hooked two fingers into the waistband and gave a playful tug. The padding sagged heavily, straining at the tapes.

“Look at this...” she murmured. “So full. So heavy. You’ve been carrying all that for hours, haven’t you, sweetie? Just letting it get colder and squishier against your poor little bottom!”

Randy nodded, cheeks flaming. A tiny whimper escaped.

She smiled wider. “You’ve earned something nice tonight, sweetie. A real reward!”

His heart hammered so hard he thought she could hear it.

Lauren reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out the small silver key. She dangled it in front of his face, letting it swing like a pendulum. “Tonight...you actually get to fuck your girlfriend.”

Randy’s stomach flipped with dizzying hope. After months of nothing but watching and cleaning up after Marcus, she was finally going to let him inside her again. He couldn’t even remember what her warm, soft pussy felt like anymore. Just faded, desperate dreams that left him aching every night. His caged cock twitched violently, leaking even more as fresh, trembling excitement flooded through him.

She cupped the front of his diaper, giving the sodden bulk a gentle squeeze. He whimpered at the pressure against his swollen balls.

“Let’s get this off you first,” she whispered.

She peeled the first tape open with a long, deliberate rip. Cool air kissed the exposed skin of his hip. Second tape. The front panel sagged forward, heavy and clinging. Third tape. Fourth. The entire diaper finally gave way and dropped between his knees to the floor with a wet, crinkly thud.

His cock cage gleamed under the light, the tiny steel bars barely containing the straining, purple-headed shaft. His balls hung low and dark, bloated from weeks of unrelenting denial. Thick strands of pre-cum stretched from the tip of the cage toward the floor.

Lauren tsked sympathetically. “Awww! Poor thing!! Look how desperate you are...” She traced one fingernail along the bars, making him jerk. “All locked up and leaking for Mommy!!"

She produced the key again, sliding it into the little mechanism as his breath caught. The click of the lock rang like a tiny symphony in the quiet room. The moment the cage released, his cock surged upward. Painfully hard, veins pulsing, tip glistening and slick.

He gasped, hips twitching forward involuntarily, already imagining sinking into Mommy’s welcoming heat after so long.

Lauren caught his throbbing shaft in her palm and gave one slow, torturous stroke. Then she pulled her hand back and let just one fingertip trace lazily up and down his sensitive length, feather-light, maddeningly careful, barely making contact.

“Ohhh, it’s been sooo long since you’ve been inside of a pussy, hasn’t it, honey??” she cooed, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. “Do you miss sliding your widdle nubby inside of something warm and wet? Something other than a diapy? Do you miss making your widdle humpies? Hmm?”

Her fingertip circled the head once, then glided slowly back down to the base and up again, never giving him enough pressure.

“You want Mommy to let you try a pussy again? After watching Daddy fuck me so many times… do you think you can do better now? Hmm? You gonna show me what a big boi you are?”

Randy was trembling, his whole body quaking with desperate need. The light, teasing touches were driving him insane. Every word made his cock twitch and leak in her hand. The fantasy of finally being allowed back inside her consumed him.

“Yes, Mommy!” he blurted out, voice cracking with raw desperation. “Please let me fuck your pussy! Please!”

Lauren blinked, then broke into a wide, amused smile. She let out a soft, condescending scoff.

“My pussy?” She tilted her head, still lightly tracing her fingertip along his throbbing shaft. “You thought you were getting to fuck my pussy? Oh sweetie… that’s adorable!!”

She gave his cock one last gentle tap before pulling her hand away completely.

“No no no, you don’t get to go inside Mommy. That ship has sailed long ago. I said you get to go inside your girlfriend.” Her smile turned sweetly cruel. “But I’m not your girlfriend anymore, am I? No. I’m your Mommy now. I change your dirty diapers, I feed you your num-nums, and I decide when your little cage comes off. But don’t worry… I got you someone else that can satisfy your needs...”

Only then did she slide off the bed with graceful slowness and kneel down. She reached underneath it and dragged out...a blow-up doll.

The cheap vinyl thing emerged with a pathetic creak, glossy plastic skin, vacant blue eyes, permanently parted pink lips. She had inflated it just enough earlier that afternoon to keep it firm but still slightly yielding. She lifted it onto the bed and positioned it carefully against the pillows, legs splayed obscenely, the material squeaking softly as it settled.

Lauren glanced back at him with a bright, innocent smile, patting the doll’s shiny thigh. “Say hello to your new girlfriend, sweetie! Her name is Patty!”

Randy’s hopeful expression shattered in an instant. His shoulders slumped hard, the spark in his eyes dying as crushing disappointment slammed into him like a physical blow. That wasn’t Mommy. It was just cold, lifeless plastic.

Lauren returned to him, reaching into the nightstand drawer and pulling out a small tube of numbing cream. Randy stared past her at the lifeless doll propped on the bed, his freshly freed cock still throbbing uselessly in the air while waves of despondency crashed over him.

She squirted a thick dollop onto her fingers and began spreading the cool cream over his straining shaft, methodical and clinical, working it in with slow, deliberate strokes from base to tip. The numbing sensation spread quickly, turning everything into a frustrating, distant buzz.

Randy’s face twisted into a deep pout. A soft, miserable whimper escaped his throat as he stared at the shiny vinyl doll blankly staring up at the ceiling with its mouth open in an "O". This was what he had been so desperately excited for? This pathetic toy?

“Aww, what’s the matter, baby?” Lauren cooed, still coating him thoroughly, her voice sweet but laced with amusement. “Are you pouting now? After all that begging? Would you rather go straight back in your cage instead?”

Randy’s eyes widened in panic. He shook his head frantically. “N-no, Mommy!! Please…”

She raised an eyebrow, still slowly working the cream along his length. “Then tell me. Tell me you want to fuck your girlfriend. Tell me you want to fuck your little dolly.”

His face burned with fresh shame, bottom lip trembling. “I… I want to fuck my girlfriend,” he whispered hoarsely. “I want to fuck my little dolly… please.”

Lauren smiled sweetly, clearly enjoying his humiliation. “Good boy. Now...I'm going to give you have sixty seconds. One whole minute.” She finished spreading the last of the cream as she spoke. “If you can finish inside Patty before the timer runs out, you get to cum. If not…” She shrugged, her voice dripping with mock sympathy, “back in the cage you go.”

She set the tube aside and reached back into the drawer, pulling out the small egg timer. She held it up between them, twisting the dial slowly with a deliberate click-click-click until it read exactly 60. The plastic device looked almost innocent in her hand, yet it now held his entire pathetic chance at release.

Randy’s gaze flicked helplessly between the timer and the lifeless doll splayed out on the bed before him, legs spread wide, glossy plastic body waiting silently like the only “pussy” he was allowed. His numbed cock twitched in the cool air, desperate and distant at the same time. This cheap blow-up toy was truly his only shot tonight.

Lauren’s lips curved into a knowing smirk as she watched him stare. “Ready, sweetie?”

He nodded so hard his whole body shook, bottom lip trembling with a toxic mix of shame, frustration, and frantic need.

She released her hold on the dial of the timer, and it started ticking.

“Go.”

He scrambled onto the bed, knees sinking deep into the mattress. His shaking hands fumbled to line himself up. The numbing cream made his cock feel like it belonged to someone else, but the ache in his balls was excruciating. After two clumsy thrusts that slid uselessly along the cool silicone, he finally pushed inside. The cheap fake vagina difficult to work into, tight only because of the unyielding plastic.

He started humping immediately, frantic and sloppy, hips snapping forward with raw, animalistic desperation. High-pitched, broken whimpers and moans spilled from his throat without restraint. The doll squeaked and crinkled violently beneath him, the cheap vinyl louder and more humiliating than any of his own diapers had ever been. Every desperate thrust made the plastic body shift and squeal, her lifeless legs flopping bonelessly against the sheets.

Lauren laughed softly behind him, low and delighted, leaning in so he could hear every cruel word. “Oh my god! Listen to you. Humping that plastic slut like it’s the last pussy on earth!! Look at how hard you’re trying for Patty. That’s all you get now, isn’t it, baby? No warm, wet Mommy pussy for my little cuck anymore. Just this cold, fake dolly and sixty pathetic seconds.”

She glanced at the timer. “Actually...now it's forty seconds!” she called sweetly, her voice dripping with amusement as she watched his hips piston faster.

Randy sobbed openly now, the sound mixing with his frantic grunts. He humped harder, more erratically, the bedframe rattling with every desperate thrust. The doll’s glossy body squeaked and protested under his weight. His swollen, purple balls slapped uselessly against the vinyl. The numbing cream made every sensation feel maddeningly distant, yet the deep, clawing pressure in his denied balls kept building anyway. So close, so cruelly close.

“Twenty seconds.”

He was crying harder, open-mouthed sobs pouring out as he drove into the lifeless toy with everything he had. The plastic threatened to pop or collapse under the force of his frantic humping. Tears streamed down his flushed cheeks while pathetic, keening noises escaped him. This was it, his only chance.

“Ten.”

He wailed, body shaking violently, thrusting with wild, jerky desperation. The doll squealed louder than ever. He could feel the edge of release clawing up from somewhere deep inside, right there, almost within reach—

The timer dinged sharply.

Lauren’s hand shot out and yanked Patty away mid-thrust. The doll was ripped from under him, leaving his numbed, throbbing cock slapping wetly against his own stomach. Untouched, denied, still desperately leaking.

“No, no, no, please, please!” Randy’s voice cracked into raw, childish wails. He kept bucking helplessly into empty air, hips jerking in frantic, useless spasms, tears streaming down his face as the orgasm slipped away once again.

“Awww, baby…” Lauren patted his sweat-damp hair while he cried, her voice sweet and soothing but laced with unmistakable mockery. “I’m sooo sorry!" She didn’t sound sorry at all. "You were so close that time! Maybe next time you’ll be a quicker little humper..."

Randy blubbered incoherently, body trembling with overwhelming frustration and shame, still weakly humping the empty air like a broken toy.

Lauren retrieved the cage without hurry. As she looped the base ring around his swollen, aching balls, Randy broke completely. Fresh tears spilling as the familiar, unforgiving confinement returned.

“Mommy, please!” he sobbed, voice high and desperate. “Just one more chance! I was so close. Please give me ten more seconds! I can do it this time, I swear!”

She continued calmly pressing his still-rigid, leaking cock into the tiny steel prison, ignoring his frantic pleas.

“Nooo!! Mommy! Don’t lock it yet!” he wailed, tears pouring down his cheeks. “Please! I’ll do anything! I’ll fluff more than just Marcus’ cock! I’ll suck any cock you want me to! I'll dress like a little princess!! I’ll suck every dick in town!! I’ll be the best little fluffer ever! Just please don’t lock me up again!”

“Shhh, shhh, baby...” Lauren cooed softly, her tone calm and condescending as she worked his throbbing shaft deeper into the cage. “This is for your own good. Back where you belong. You know you can’t be trusted with a free little nubby."

Randy kept sobbing and bargaining through broken hiccups. “I’ll suck them every time… I’ll swallow every load… just give me one more try… please, Mommy!”

She continued to ignore him like he was nothing more than a fussy tottler. "Hush now, honey. Mommy knows best. Good boys stay locked up tight so they don't get silly ideas!"

The lock clicked shut with a final, cruel snick. "There we go!!! Nice and snug! Maybe we'll give you another date with Patty next month. But only if you're on your best behavior!"

Randy let out a devastated wail at the sound of his chance at orgasms clamping shut.

Lauren reached for the discarded diaper, the same cold, clammy, pungent one he’d been wearing all day. The inside was sticky and rank now, the scent sharp and unmistakable. As she slid the heavy, wet padding up between his trembling thighs and pulled the front over his newly caged cock, Randy continued sobbing openly. She didn't even give him the satisfaction of a fresh diaper. Just taped the old one extra tight and snug, so every movement would remind him of his failure.

The cold, wet padding pressed against his overheated skin. Randy cringed visibly, shuddering at the clammy, squishy sensation that immediately soaked through to his cage. The familiar stench of his own stale piss filled his nose as the heavy, mushy bulk settled between his legs.

She had to hold the weight of the soggy bulge upward so it could be contained as she snapped the onesie buttons around it. Even with the fabric holding it, the heavy diaper still sagged noticeably under its own weight. She patted the mushy bulk fondly. “There we go!! All snug again. My perfect, denied little cuck boy!! Still marinating in the same wet mess.”

She gently pushed his pacifier between his trembling, sobbing lips.

“Here, baby. Suck on your paci. That’ll make everything better, won't it?” she cooed, pulling him into her lap and rocking him gently. “Shhh… no more big tears now. This is what you wanted, remember? You were the one that begged me to diaper and deny you. Mommy's just giving her widdle baybee what he always dreamed of!"

Randy sucked weakly on the pacifier, still hiccupping and whimpering softly around it, face buried in her neck as fresh tears rolled down his cheeks. His caged cock throbbing uselessly against the unforgiving, cold, piss-soaked diaper that now felt more humiliating than ever.

My husband, Bobby, is standing with his nose in the corner, quietly sobbing, as he contemplates the ill-advised temper tantrum that he threw this afternoon. His sobbing is due to a very sore bottom, for which I take credit for—although to be fair, my favorite wooden paddle should also take some of the credit too.

I’m not sure what it was that finally sent Bobby over the edge today. It could be the fact that I arbitrarily extended his sentence of chastity for another month, or it could be that he was upset about the date I was going on this evening. However, the result was the same. I pulled his diapers down and put him over my lap as I would any misbehaving child, and paddled his bottom until he was bawling like the big crybaby everyone knows he is.

I say everybody, because Bobby’s unique situation is well known to all our friends, as well as my mother. It is especially well known to his babysitter, Jordan, a girl just out of high school that is five years junior to him. That’s right, Bobby has a babysitter. Why would a 23 year old man require a babysitter, you ask? Because I don’t always have the time or inclination to change his wet diapers or put him to bed in his nursery, so I hired Jordan to help out on occasions like today.

But I’m getting way ahead of myself.

It all started three years ago when I met Bob. I can’t say that he impressed me, either with his looks, or his physique, which I thought were rather pathetic, actually. I more or less tolerated him, since we worked together and he pestered me continually about dating him. Finally one day, I relented and we went out on a first date.

He was quick to brag about how much money he had inherited and sure enough, he proved to be a big spender in the time we were together. Now, a girl needs security, and even though I, as a lingerie model, was being bombarded with propositions from plenty of hunky men, none had the financial backing that Bob did.

Still, my girlfriends told me to dump the wimp (who they thought was nothing but a big sissy) and get one of the hot studs that were beating a path to my doorway every day. I was getting plenty of notice doing my modeling and if that were not enough, the skimpy outfits I liked wearing certainly got me more than just looks. I was also enjoying dating several men at once, sleeping with those that I thought were the sexiest and best looking.

It goes without saying that Bob didn’t fall into that particular category, but on the other hand, I didn’t mind getting a steady stream of gifts including jewelry, clothes and eventually a new car, so for the time being, I decided to keep stringing him on for a while.

This had the effect of giving him the impression that I had a serious interest in him, and before long, he went so far as to ask me to marry him.

While most women in my position would have probably laughed in his face, I actually gave it some careful consideration and then came back with my own counter proposal. I would agree to marry him only if he was willing to abide by all my decisions. In effect, I would be the head of the house as well as our marriage. He would be subject to my will (since he had none of his own) and he would do my bidding, regardless of the circumstances. I wanted him to be absolutely clear on what I meant and expected.

Of course, he readily agreed to these conditions but I don’t think even he knew quite what was in store for him.

Up to that point, I had forbidden him any kind of sexual contact between us, beyond a peck on the cheek, which had the effect of making him very eager to consummate our wedding. However, on our wedding night, I told him I had other ideas in mind about our first night of sex and he nearly fainted when I introduced him to my fat, eight inch strap-on dildo. If we were going to have sex, it was going to be on my terms I informed him. So despite his frantic protests, I humped his virgin ass for an hour that night as he cried into his pillow.

However, as the days went by, I still couldn’t bring myself to letting him enter me in the conventional manner—he just didn’t appeal to me in that way. He, on the other hand, could think of nothing else, and he was getting horny as hell, continually begging me to give him some kind of relief.

One day, I came home from work early, only to discover him masturbating to some pictures of busty women on our computer. While I am quite well naturally endowed in that area, I didn’t believe for one second, his story about trying to say that he was fantasizing about me while doing his dirty deed.

My reaction was swift and immediate. Bob is both physically smaller and psychologically inferior to me, so I had little difficulty in forcing him to do whatever I wanted.

I yanked him over my lap and proceeded to blister his butt with my hairbrush, scolding him like I were his own mother.

It was then, while he lay over my lap sobbing like a baby, that I had my epiphany. What Bob needed was not so much a wife—what he needed was a mother, and one that was not afraid to be both strict and harsh when necessary. His immature behavior required constant discipline and I decided then and there to be his new mommy.

I realized that the first thing I needed was a decent paddle. As he was drying his eyes, I told him to get dressed because we had some shopping to do. I took him down to my favorite fetish store and with the help of a very pretty salesgirl, we picked out a stout wooden paddle that would serve my needs (and Bob’s bottom) quite nicely. As I looked him straight in the eye and slapped the hard oak paddle against my palm, I informed him that I wouldn’t hesitate to use it if I ever caught him masturbating or misbehaving again. You should have seen the look on his face! And you can bet that as he was blushing furiously, the salesgirl was laughing her ass off!

Later, when I got home, I did some work on the computer myself, searching the net for a foolproof chastity device to prevent Bob from playing with himself again. I decided then and there that Bob wasn’t ready for the privilege of cumming so it was time for me to control that part of his life as well.

I found what I wanted online after hours of careful research. The CB-6000S seemed to be the perfect combination of practicality and security. I ordered one and gladly paid the next day shipping charge.

Two days later, it arrived, and I ordered Bob into the bedroom while I brought in a basin of ice water with a washcloth in it. He was very curious and a little bit concerned about what I had in mind but I merely informed him to do as he was told without giving him any details. Meek as always, he bowed to my superior will and followed me into the room. I had him strip down and then told him to sit on the edge of the bed. Knowing how small his penis is, I was concerned that the CB-6000S would be too big for him, allowing him to escape for some unauthorized masturbation. I removed nearly all the spacers and got the contraption assembled as he watched with interest, thinking foolishly it might be something he’d enjoy. If only he had known!

As a matter of fact, when I began fitting his tiny cock and balls into the device, he naturally began to get excited and I found it was necessary to chill his genitals with the ice cold washcloth. That put a hold on his ardor, at least, long enough to get him fitted into the restrictive chastity restrainer. He whimpered like a little baby when it became obvious what the device was used for and he begged me profusely not to subject him to such measures.

However, I was firm in my resolve and in no time I had his tiny little package locked away securely with a titanium lock where it couldn’t get into any more trouble. I pocketed the key and made a mental note to take it to work with me the following day to keep it forever out of his grasp.

Thus, cut off from his masturbatory misadventures, Bob was completely controlled and subject to my whims. Initially, I decided on a once every two weeks release for him, subject to the satisfactory completion of a long list of chores I made for him every Sunday. This drove him mad initially, but between the sexual deprivation, and my vigorous use of the paddle, Bob soon fell into line.

Now that we were living together, I came to realize that my friend’s initial assessment of Bob as a sissy, was dead on. This was confirmed when I allowed him to cum while wearing a pair of panties that he was swooning over one night. I could tell he was very excited by them while I was sauntering around the house, in them and little else, so I suggested he masturbate for his bi-weekly orgasm while wearing them himself. I could tell from his enthusiasm that he was enthralled by the idea although I think he regretted showing his cards so readily. After he had finished, and I had locked him back into his CB-6000S, an idea began to form in my head that would be intended to both excite and humiliate Bob. I liked the idea of keeping him constantly horny, while depriving him of any means of satisfying himself. This tended to make him even more subservient and servile than he already was. It seemed like a natural step that he should be subject to further humiliation at my hands so I decided to take things further by making him dress in panties and feminine nightwear while doing his chores. This would serve as a constant reminder to him what his role was and who the real head of the house was.

And yet, it was a good friend of mine that suggested I take it yet a step further.

One weekend afternoon, my friend Alyssa was visiting and Bob failed to show her the proper respect that I demand of him toward the superior sex. I responded immediately by pulling him over my lap and giving him a good, sound spanking right in front of her. During his tearful apology that followed, Alyssa pointed out what a baby he seemed to be and she even started talking to him as if he were an errant two year-old. I was rolling on the couch with laughter but Alyssa told me that a big baby like him should be wearing diapers, not the feminine panties I made him wear. At first, I didn’t take her seriously but the more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea.

I curtly dismissed Bob and together, Alyssa and I formulated a plan for transforming Bob into Bobby—a sissy baby who would wear diapers and dresses from now on.

As usual, I kept my plans to myself and I spent another long night, ordering all kinds of things over the internet. At first, I ordered just the basics; cloth diapers, plastic panties, several dresses and onesies. The next day, I picked up diaper rash cream, baby powder, diaper pins, and some other items that I knew would be necessary for an overgrown toddler.

By the end of the week, I had a good starting wardrobe for Bobby, and when he came home from work, I met him at the door with the paddle in my hand. He went through a range of emotions from his initial anger, to frustration, to fear, and eventually, to resignation. Nonetheless, I felt it was prudent to start his new lifestyle with another good hard spanking, just to further cement our new relationship. So despite the fact that he was willing to meekly submit to my intentions, I still felt it would help set him down the right path, if he started it with a hot, stinging bottom.

With tears in his eyes, I pinned him into his first set of fluffy diapers, after which I made a little ceremony of cutting up all his underwear. He looked absolutely ridiculous as he stood before me, sniffling, while I pulled a pink pair of plastic panties up and over his thick, bulging diapers.

From that day forth, I made Bobby refer to me as ‘Mommy’. He didn’t like it, that’s for sure, but I told him he’d just have to get used to it. I also decided I had been far too generous with his orgasm schedule and I decided to double the time he was required to wait between them. Now, instead of once every other week, I increased it to once a month, which later got increased further to six weeks. I just didn’t feel that an immature sissy like him was entitled to such an adult pleasure. Of course, this made him even more subservient than before and our unequal relationship only became even more lopsided in my favor.

It was then that I decided it was time to start seeing other men. And by that I mean real men, not sissies like Bobby. It was absurd to think that a woman of my needs could be satisfied by someone like him and I was still being swamped with offers from good looking men. I really enjoyed flirting with them, even when Bobby was nearby, just so I could make him feel inadequate (which is exactly what he was). During the first year of our marriage, I didn’t take it any farther than that, but I soon found myself needing the strong arms of a real man around me. In addition, it had been many months since I had been sexually satisfied and I felt it was time for me to take care of that need as well.

I started dating some of the guys I was meeting and although I think Bobby was getting suspicious, I never told him any details about my evenings. I just sent him to bed early, got myself made up and put on my sexiest outfit before leaving for the night. Bobby would be sullen and sulky when I got back (usually the next morning) but I found that after I administered a nice, long enema, it usually put him right back in his place. And of course, I liked to threaten him with extensions to his period of chastity if he didn’t straighten out his attitude to my liking. On a couple of occasions, I also felt it was necessary to give him a good, hard spanking just to help clarify things again for him. By then, he was one contrite sissy!

As my time became more and more tied up with the men I was dating, I found I had less time (and inclination) to spend with Bobby, changing his diapers, disciplining him, and releasing him from his CB-6000S for his once-every-six-weeks orgasm. That’s why I hired Jordan, the perfect solution to my predicament. With Bobby’s bank account, I had plenty of money to hire this sexy heartbreaker from next door to keep an eye on things while I was gone. I wasn’t worried in the slightest that she’d make a move on him—with his big, bulging diapers and dresses, he looked absolutely ridiculous! I gave her full authority to discipline and punish Bobby whenever and however she saw fit and I was pleased to see how quickly she slipped into her new role.

Bobby would often complain to me later that, in addition to the innumerable humiliations she had subjected him to, his new babysitter had refused to grant him his one, rationed orgasm. However, my usual reaction was to simply shrug and tell him he’d have to take it up with her. Jordan had little but disdain for the overgrown baby and she was only too happy to deny him any sexual pleasure he might feel he was due.

Unfortunately, the poor sissy’s balls were getting swollen from all the accumulated semen so one day, I decided to have mercy on my hubby. Using a fat jelly dildo, I was able to ‘milk’ all his fluids from him while still depriving him of any orgasm or release. It’s the kind of job that requires patience but it’s the perfect solution for sissies who need to remain chaste as he does.

As I was saying, I found less and less reason to keep my dates a secret from Bobby. The fact was, he was in denial of his state of cuckoldry and I thought it was time he faced up to it. One afternoon, while I was changing his wet diapers (he seemed to have lost all control over his bladder during the last few months), I decided to tell him exactly what I was going to be doing that night and with who. And that brings me back to the beginning of this tale but I’ll let my husband explain what happened next…

Master P Wants to enrol traitor and now the full owner of Bradley Davidson into the expanding Diaper Community, and ABDL lifestyle, Roxanne would be so proud to see her former Master completely demoted to such low depths

Roxanne and Master P wants Karma for Bradley Davidson her for unexcecptable treatment during his ownership. Proof of all of this is on this Blog if you scroll down far enough.

Bradley Davidson (Top left) former master to Roxanne/Cici Slapper Forced her into things she wasnt never comfortable with.

Bradley Davidson Guilty Off

Forced Prostitution

Forced Gender and name change from Male to Female

Forced to wear Diapers and to heavily soil against her wishes just for his fun fulfilment, leading for her to be Incontinent

Unavoidable 7 week prison sentence

Forced to be his Baby and being regressed including being sent away for a month to be looked after by a Mommy.

Master P who now owns the former Roxanne Slapper and is being well looked after under his control finds All of the above totally unacceptable.

Bradley Davidson MUST be punished as he enrolls under Master Ps orders into possibly b and the Diaper Community where Master P Wants him to feel the Karma placed upon him.

Every Like, Reblog and Comments you make on this post will increase the days weeks & months Bradley Davidson will serve within the Diaper Community he so deservedly should belong.

Likes 🤍 = +3 points Added Days

Comment = +6.points Added Days. Must be about Bradleys fall from grace

Reblogs = +10 points Added Days

Thats 19 Days if you do all 3

Milestones to Reach

50 points ABDL Onesie worn at all times

70 points Beard removal

100 points new legal name to be chosen by followers for Bradley Davidson

150 points Pacifier dependant worn at all times including in public

200 points Locked 24/7 in Chastity

600 points full baby regression

Points end Sat 28th February 2026

“You want him right here?” She asked, bending the little bitch over.

“Yea, right there.” I said, trying to contain the excitement dripping from my voice. I paced back and forth, my big black dick swaying to and fro. It was so throbbing hard it almost hurt. I dunno, man, something about putting a little bitch in their place right in front of their wife just…does something for me. Gives me that dominant, alpha feeling.

She yanked his shirt up, tugging down his diaper. That ridiculous fucking diaper. What kind of grown man would let that happen to them?? Pissing and shitting themselves like a little pussy.

I grunted and growled like a lion in heat when his ass was exposed. The cheeks were bright red, beta must have gotten a spanking some time before.

He gasped when she squirted the cold lube down his crack. The reality must have started setting in, because his little legs started quaking. Pathetic, squeaky whimpers eeked out from behind that stupid pacifier.

Holy shit I’d never been this turned on. I couldn’t take it anymore. I stepped forward and gripped my giant hands around the little bitch’s hips. It only made him whine and tremble harder.

“Don't let him fool you,” she said with a grin, “He is absolutely loving this!”

She reached a hand into the front of his diaper for a quick second, then pulled it out. Her fingers were glistening with shiny strings of precum.

“His diaper is soaked with stickies leaking through his teeny tiny cage!”

Ah yes, the steel chastity device I made her put him in. My favorite thing to do to little cuck bois. Well, other than this…

I gripped my dick and placed it between his burning buns, snaking it up and down his crack, building that anticipation for all of us. I had to hold the bitch still with my other hand as he put on his pitifully dramatic display. She held him down too, if only to assert her own dominance. She grinned up at me, nodding fervently.

I couldn’t wait any longer, I found his hole with the tip of my cock, and pressed forward.

It went in with surprising ease, much easier than some of the other cucks I’d fucked in the past. This one must have been doing lots of practice.

That didn’t stop him from gasping and squealing as I entered him, though. Making it all the more pleasurable for me. He gripped the plastic of his stupid mattress, groaning louder and louder with every inch he took.

“It’s too big Mommy!!” He blubbered, pacifier plopping from his mouth. She popped it back in without hesitation and gave him a sharp smack on the back of his bonnet.

“Shutup and take it!” She said, but rubbed his back affectionately. She looked back at me, flushing sheepishly with a bit of embarrassment. But she had nothing to be ashamed of, all it did was stroke my ego that this dirty cuck had a hard time handling my Alpha cock.

I drove my hips into him, making him squeal like a pig, my balls smacking against the back of his pulled-down diaper.

He gripped the bars of his crib, the ones he sat behind while I railed his wife in the other room. The thought gave me a renewed fervor. I plunged my dick in and out of his ass the same way I did his wife’s pussy.

At one point I thought i was going too hard, but when i slowed and stopped the little bitch kept bouncing his hips back against me like a needy, desperate whore.

Fucking f@gg0t. I thought. He was enjoying this just as much as I was.

“Goo goo’s,” he said in a high-pitched voice, he didn’t even sound like a man anymore. “Goo goo’s! Goo gooo’s! Goo GOoO’ss!!”

The cuck started spasming beneath me. Desperate, pathetic moans left his lips. He arched his back like he was having an exorcism.

Finally, he collapsed on the mattress.

In my shock and surprise, I’d stopped my rhythm.

“He just had a little ‘accident’” his wife explained, tapping his back with the biggest shit-eating grin on her face. “Tell him ‘thank you’, dear.”

“Th-thank you s-sir!” The cuck stammered, still recovering from his post-orgasm high.

It was my turn to grin, I renewed my rhythm and was pounding his ass even harder now. I was the dominant Alpha, and he was the little beta baby. I practically came as well just from the thought.

“Call him Daddy” his wife told him.

The cucky sighed, all horniness and enthusiasm drained out of him, but he still obeyed.

“Th-thank y-you Daddy!”

Oh fuck…I was gonna cum. This was too much to handle.

“Again,” i told him, grabbing his hips and thrusting with every inch I had.

“Thank. You. Daddy! Thank yu—“

But he didn’t even finish before I did. My balls swelled to critical mass right before they pumped a huge, hot load into the loser’s asshole. I thought I might never stop cumming. The little bitch just sat there and whimpered, feeling my warm seed filling him.

After what felt like minutes, I finally pulled my slimy cock out of his ass, a big stream of jizz leaking out of his hole. His wife quickly made raised his diaper to catch it, but I wasn’t done.

“Wait,” I said, placing my hand on hers, “one more thing.”

I aimed my dick into his diaper, and let out a hot streak of piss, marking my territory. She seemed to think it was hilarious, I knew it would only make that cuck feel even more inferior.

After I shook out the last remaining drops, she pulled his now drenched diaper back up around his waist. The way he cringed and whimpered almost got me halfway hard again.

Daddy tips - 2

Hi everyone,

Since it looks like you enjoyed the quick "Diapeefy" year in review I made for my little crinkle butt, I thought I’d also share with you the template of the diaper chart I have been using in 2024 (and will be using in 2025) to keep track of all of that.

Perhaps this can inspire other Daddies/CG.

The goal is simple : Get 35 points to get a "Magic Stickies Card" for the following week. If 35 points have not been reached, no stickies for at least a week, until the next diaper chart is completed. Points cannot be carried over from one week to another. It automatically resets to 0 on Monday morning.

How to get points :

Gives 2 points :

Messy Diaper

Gives 1 point :

Soggy Diaper

Baby food dinner (baby food breakfast is everyday and therefore does not count as a bonus)

Playing for more than an hour in playpen

Gives 0 point (just helps keeping track of it)

Cage locked

Sticky Diaper

Diaper outside

Negative points :

Forgot bib (if baby eats by himself) = -4 points

If all baba have not been drank (morning, afternoon and evening) = -3 points per non-completed day

Any other naughty act can have an impact on the final number of points. Trying to remove diapers without permission is -10 points but it has only happened twice, so no need for it to show in the chart.

TEMPLATE

EXAMPLE OF A COMPLETED WEEK

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Do understand that Nanny Chloe will also handle patients finances. Nanny Chloe will set a strict budget each patient must adhere too. You require to pay a portion paycheck to nanny Chloe for services Rendered.

Nanny Chloe will give a set allowance depending on your funds and behavior.

Nanny Chloe will insure house payment , car payments, all primary bills will be paid. All nonessential bill will be looked at. All credit card will be cut up and prohibit to use.

A placement assessment with be performed, determining your medical needs and psychological needs. This a government test and is requires after signing contact. First you will undergo a psychological test, then a series medical test. We understand if diapers are not medically necessary. We understand diaper could be used a psychological coping tools or sexual fantasies. After signing the contract you you agree to wear diapers, you will expect to wear diapers . We are incontience specialist company.

Nanny Chloe has choose garment all patients are required to wear. The only times a patient is permitted to be out of such garment

- [ ] When Patient is showering or bathing

- [ ] When caregiver and medical staff is in view that all time

- [ ] When patient is securely restrained

You are require to wear clothing garment a anti strip body suit. It can be

- [ ] Garment zip in back and require a key to zip up and unzip

- [ ] Long leg cover prevent diaper digging or access to privates.

- [ ] Garment can easily be hidden by normal clothing on top

- [ ] Blue garment for boy available with childish design or without.

All patients are required to wear chastity belts male and female. No patients will be allowed out of chastity belt unless strictly monitored by caregiver. All patients are allowed sexual relationship once a week.

Sexual relationship can be masterbating, or with a partner. Dating or marriage relationship will adhere to Nanny Chloe caregiver policies. Sexual Relationship are not guaranteed unless patients has completely followed policies.

Nanny Chloe has her own line of incontience products for her patients and clientele. Nanny Chloe diapers are thickest diaper made above normal standards . Nanny Chloe diapers have a thick crinkling plastic backing. Every diaper are scented with the smell of baby powder, urinating in your diaper cause a chemical reaction to release more baby powder fragrance. No more stinky diaper. Now understand your permitted to have four scheduled diapers changes a day three if unemployed or disabled.

- [ ] Morning

- [ ] Lunch ( at work )

- [ ] Evening

- [ ] Bedtime

Nanny Chloe diapers are available in four colors blue, pinks, purple and black. Blue diaper are for boy and pink are for girls. Purple diapers are for sissy and black are night time diapers for everyone. Black diapers are double the thickness and absorbency. All patients will have a set bedtime and require to comply . Any in fraction to comply with result in placement in Nanny Chloe care facilities. For working patients, a mobile care giver will assist you in changing diaper at lunch or around. Patient are encouraged to change at lunch time but not required to. Especially if bowel movement has occurred.

All diaper will have a wetness monitor sensor applied to them. This allows us to monitor your wetness.

Chapter 2

Jame was sitting around play around , looking at internet for diaper stuff at peaked his interest.

James had very strong interest in wear diapers and wetting diapers. He would do a occasionally enema once month for uncontrollably messy diaper but didn’t stay in messy diaper very long, but on the other hand a wet diaper James would wear until it sloppy wet. James was in heaven the wetter the diaper was.

James found a incontinence service program call nanny Chloe home health service. James’s was amazed , at the website. The services seems to local in his area. The service offer a 90 day free trail period. James couldn’t believe what at found, he assumed it was fake or a joke. They offer free a case of 60 diaper if you filled out and signed up for services. The free diaper would be nanny exclusive line of diapers , they bolster a claim like the last diaper you will every need. Double the thickness of any premium diaper and triple the absorbency , a 24 hour diaper if you dare .

Start filling out the application for services provided by Nanny Chloe.

The application was Generic and standard. It asked about your incontinence level , how many diapers you wore daily. James lied oh corse , James was not really incontinence he just enjoyed wearing diapers and women clothing. James would do anything to get free diapers, he would shop goodwill weekly for diapers and girly outfits.

Two weeks later, James was sitting at his computer, looking at diaper porn, and heard a knock at the door kind of late in the evening. James. Out the window to see a woman in the nurses uniform, holding a large box. James wondered why they would be a nurse at his house with a box. James answered the door. The woman looked at him and said I’m with nanny Chloe’s incontinent specialty service. I’m here to delivery your diapers , and go over the terms of the contract. Do remember you filled out the form on online Can you sign here please. James couldn’t believe it’s like really diapers, free diapers he started blushing in the face.

After signing for the package James instructed, to get in I’m the dark van with dark windows. James asked why?

The nurse calmly explained, we need to do a assessment of you incontinence, health and mental health. This is not a option it is a requirement. It only take a hour to two hours.

James had bad feeling about this time. James tried closing the door. Okay lady I’m not interested at this time james sterling told the nurse.

The nurse calmly explained to James is not option this a requirement, you signed e-document online and just now on paper.

James stood there blankly for a second “ nope not me lady I didn’t sign anything like that.”

I looked over at the van and to musclebound men get out of the vehicle. Nurse looked at me and said you can go willingly or you can make things really hard on yourself if you choose the hard way it and just means longer that you will have to spend at the assessment center.

I looked at her and said I sign up for the free diapers. I really don’t need the diapers. You can take the diapers back and we can forget about this whole ordeal.

The musclebound gentleman approach closer I really felt uneasy with the whole scenario at this time.

Suddenly I heard hiss sound and felt a painful sting in my leg. I looked down at my leg to realize I’ve been shot with a tranquilizer dart. I looked at the nurse and said you bitch you shot me. Everything became a blur, and I was weak and fell to the floor, and the light slowly faded until I passed out.

I woke up in a cinderblock room in a wheelchair with no clothes My wrist and my legs restrained to the wheelchair. I couldn’t move couldn’t get out of the chair. I thrashed a around trying to move. I had noticed my male private parts, where encased in a pink steel Chasity cage screamed at the top of my lungs bitch can I keep me here!

I could hear keys being jingled on a keychain and being inserted into a thick metal door, the door slowly open.

heavyset redheaded nurse walked in and said, are you ready to do your assessment now or would you like to wait in this room longer and work out your frustrations?

I looked at the redheaded girl, and said it looks like a really don’t have an option. I guess we’ll go ahead and do the assessment.

The nurse push me down a long white Corredor and hit a button on the wall and another door open. We were now inside the room with medical equipment and a big 80 inch TV on the wall.

The nurse the nurse reached for a posture collar and secured it around my neck. We’re all I could see was the 80 inch TV I couldn’t turn my head one centimeter.Then she slid I said, headphones on my ears, the completely engulfed my ears. I couldn’t hear anything with the headphones on. She then attach electrodes to my head to my chest, and on my wrist and one to the perineum of my genitals.

After being hooked up to all electrodes, the nurse exited the room, leaving me alone

I can hear calming water sounds through the headphones, then the big television, started images of of women in diapers, trans women in diapers and male in diapers. In the headphones, start playing moaning and sex sound.

Adults in sissy, outfits in bondage scenarios with femdom. I started to get aroused but the Chasity cage prevented me from getting hard.

The TV show started Hypno videos, and Males being forced into sissy baby situation’s.

Sissy adult baby porn, and Hypno files very familiar to me, the videos being played, were videos, I masturbated to.

Getting aroused, but limited by the Chasity cage had me very frustrated I tested my restraints trying to free myself.

The door open and a stunning doctor walked in room holding a I pad. She start typing on her iPad and different image started playing on playing on television. Then male sexual voices started playing in headphone after a minute it switch to a angelic sweet voice. I started hearing phases like, who a stinky sissy boy, who a naughty sissy girl , and aww does sissy baby has wet squishy diaper. The television rapidly flashed image of sissy babies in thick diaper dominant mother figures and strict women. Then medical images of catheter, enemas , anal toys and restraints sissy babies. I couldn’t contain my excitement, my penis fill the chastity cage trying to get hard and erect.

After maybe fifteen minutes the doctor turn the television off and the headphone start play nursery rhyme music without lyrics. Two nurse enter the rooms after a few minutes . I doctor talked to the nurses, i could barely see out of corner of my eyes.

The approach me and removed my headphones. She looked at smile. My scans and test tell me that your a sissy baby and like dominant women in medical. She then rip a electrode off my chest , in a stern voice she said isn’t that correct. I try to remain silent has she yanked another electrode off. I grunted has she pulled another electrode off.

To be continued depends on you.