Ask and You Shall Be Dominated

·      Do you have a favorite stuffie?

·      What’s your favorite cartoon?

·      What’s your favorite color?

·      Do you have a favorite blankie?

·      What’s your favorite (little) snack?

·      What’s your favorite animal?

·      What’s your favorite drink to have in little space?

·      What’s your favorite ice cream flavor?

·      What’s your favorite (little) toy?

·      Do you have a favorite coloring book?

·      What’s your favorite thing your caregiver does for you in little space?

·      Do you have a favorite outfit?

·      Do you have a bedtime?

·      Have you ever been to the zoo with your caregiver (as a little)?

·      Do you have any games/apps on your phone for when you’re in little space?

·      What things do you do in little space?

·      What is your little age?

·      What’s your least favorite rule?

She can’t believe how much. It can hold.

She is now completely un potty trained now. After. A month long. Of un potty training her

She had started wearing pull-ups in the day. And Drynites. While sleeping.

It eventually. Came to. The day. I change her into a size 7 pampers cruisers baby diaper. After she kept poo 💩 and pee her day time pull-ups.

She was upset. Saying she not a little baby girl I don’t need to wear a pampers diaper.

I explained. That babies 👶 wear. Pampers diapers. Because they can’t control when or where they poo 💩 and pee 💦 their diaper.

And now hunny. You’re going poo 💩 and pee like a baby 👶

I then had to today change her into a adult diaper. So call them adult protective briefs. But she knows. It’s a adult diaper for people who are diaper dependent.

I. Couldn’t believe. It myself. She had been un potty trained.

She. Now wearing the adult diaper. And. Realize. She. Now un potty trained. While she pee herself without control.

Say, “I’ve been thinking about how to train you,” like it’s logistics, not fantasy.

Ask, “Who do you belong to?” and wait for my inevitable answer.

Send me to dinner with a plug in and act like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Tell me, “You don’t have to understand. You just have to obey.”

Call me good girl over something mundane, and watch me light up like it’s praise from God.

Enforce a rule I begged for, then raise an eyebrow when I hesitate.

Make eye contact when I squirm. Smirk like you knew I would.

Wiggle for me.