Deliciously Wicked

Littles, you need to be honest with yourselves and what you're ready for.

If you're wanting a 24/7 lifestyle with your CG you need to be ready and understand they will implement things for you to create healthy habits and routines.

They are a part of it, they aren't convenience pieces.

They aren't the person you involve when you feel like it.

It should feel like home and if it doesn't, be honest with yourself and ask why. Is it the right partnership?

They aren't the ones you ignore or put on the back burner when things get overwhelming.

They are the ones you communicate those parts with, because when you do, that's when they can have patience and understanding.

They aren't going to have that same level of compassion when you don't involve them, don't communicate and find reasons as to why you can't uphold commitments.

And cgs you need to recognize when they aren't ready to make healthy changes and take a step back, and also apply the same - knowing it isn't just about your schedule.

You both have lives together and outside of each other.

If this is a lifestyle there needs to be balance and communication on both ends.

Littles, if you keep saying I'm trying or I'm working on it - you need to be clear on HOW. Saying the words is NOT the same as action, and consistently saying the same things without action becomes a choice.

Your cgs want you to succeed but not at the expense of their mental health and cgs, you need to recognize when your mental health is suffering and take a step back.

And, it can be hard because everyone's mental health can be down at times - which makes tasks even harder.

It's all about communication. Your partner should be a safe place where you can open up fully. It creates deeper intimacy.

Intimacy is less about sex and more about emotional/spiritual connection.

This is a co creation which involves communication.

Notes and reminders can go a long way if memory is an issue.

Regular routine also helps with memory.

Proper restful sleep also helps with memory.

So littles, if you're overwhelmed and cgs if you're noticing them not following through despite positive reinforcement or "punishments", check into the above. Am I sleeping properly? Am I getting enough water? Would phone reminders be helpful?

While cgs can help big time you also need to involve them and not just when it's convenient for you.

Set times that work for you both so that you're both fulfilled.

And if you are switches - SWITCH so that you can have rest and recharge.

Both cgs and littles need to understand it's important for both to prioritize each other's kinks and pleasures and not be one sided.

Communicate and co create 💜💜💜

💜Mommy Mae

Chapter 3

I was suddenly a bit apprehensive. “What exactly do you have in mind D?”

“First off I am your Mommy and you will address me as such unless there are people around that would prohibit that type of talk; like family. Secondly, that is for Mommy to know and for her baby to find out, but don’t worry. This is going to be a fun surprise and Mommy has already taken care of everything; so take my hand and let’s go inside.”

I did as I was told and grabbed Mommy’s hand and walked through the tinted doors of the sex store.

“Hey D, good to see you again. Is this your boyfriend that you told me so much about?” A chipper woman with bright pink and blue hair said from behind the checkout counter.

“Yeah Jen; this is him. Thanks again for your help in ordering his diapers, is this the other thing here yet?”

“Not a problem. We used to stock some diapers but with all the different types and sizes there are now it wouldn’t be practical to stock them as they are not a huge seller at this store, but when I told the manager that we should look into opening a location that caters to adult babies, diaper lovers and sissies he seemed to like the idea and is talking with some investors about it. I can just imagine how that conversation started, lol.” Jen replied.

“Awesome a place like that would be fun to go to. Wouldn’t it baby?” Mommy asked me.

“Yes Mommy, it would be fun to go.” I responded as I thought about walking into a store filled with all types of adult baby diapers and perhaps a cute little play area that a baby could play in while their caregiver shopped. 

“Aww that’s so cute that he calls you Mommy.” Jen gushed.

“Yeah I figure it’s appropriate now, don’t you think baby boy?” Mommy asked me again, but this time she accentuated her question without a thick swat on my padded bottom. The resulting “thud” sound gave no doubt to what my underwear was; if Jen hadn’t already known.

“Did you diaper him already?” Jen asked, confirming my fears and while I liked some humiliation play that was normally just light teasing and little innuendos that only D and I would know about while we were out and around friends. This was on another level and incredibly arousing and made me wonder not for the first time today; just how long D had hidden this dominant nature, and also how far she was going to take it.

“Of course. What type of Mommy would take a baby out in public without making sure that they didn’t have any accidents and leave messes all over the place?”

“That’s a good point,” Jen said, “well should we get out the other thing you ordered?”

“Absolutely! Aren’t you excited baby boy?” Mommy asked.

I had been silent since we came in and while that was due to my embarrassment, I found my voice. “I have no clue what is going on and to be honest I am a little scared of what you bought and what you have in mind.”

“It’s ok to be scared little boy,” Jen said, “but your Mommy will not do anything to hurt you, and when she found our store here she had a lot of questions that I was happy to answer. It may be difficult but you need to trust your Mommy, ok?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Oh you’re so polite. I can tell that you and your Mommy are going to have a lot of fun exploring this new dynamic.” Jen told me and I felt another rush of embarrassment from the praise of this stranger.

I watched as Jen bent below the counter and stood back up a few seconds later holding a black box. 

Mommy D went over to the counter and took the box from Jen. I was right next to Mommy and she handed it to me. “Go ahead and open it baby boy.”

I lifted the lid of the box and inside was a small silver butt plug that had a jeweled bottom that had been customized with a blue jewel and had the words ‘Mommy’s baby boy’ engraved on it. 

“You had this made for me Mommy?” I asked her.

“Yes baby I did and Jen helped me place the order. She suggested a pink one, but I told her we will get that when we have to get a bigger size for my sissy baby.”

A fresh wave of embarrassment washed over me, and while I was uncertain about what was going to happen, I was also incredibly pleased with the gift Mommy had bought for me and I leaned over and gave her a hug and told her thank you.

“You’re most welcome baby boy. Have you used your diaper yet?”

I looked down at the ground, still embarrassed. I couldn’t believe Mommy had asked me that in front of Jen. Granted it seemed like D and Jen had a common interest here, and Jen definitely seemed open minded about me being in diaper, but I had just met her a few minutes ago. I stumbled for words.

“Your Mommy asked you a question. I suggest you answer it before I show her where all the spanking paddles are at.” Jen said.

I looked at her incredulously. I was taken aback that she had just met me and was talking to me as if I was some petulant toddler that she had known for a long time. I expected Mommy to jump in and defend me, but when I looked at Mommy D she had her hands on her hips, staring right at me, and waiting for an answer.

“Yes Mommy, I wet my diaper.” I was finally able to say after a few more seconds of awkward silence.

“There now that wasn’t so difficult was it?” Mommy said. “Now come closer and let me check you.”

I stepped a bit closer and Mommy grabbed my crotch and squeezed the wet padding of my diaper.

“Hmmm.” She said.

“Do you need a place to change him?” Jen asked.

“No, I think it will be okay until we get home. I don’t want him to get spoiled and expect to be changed as soon as he wets every time. Diapers aren’t cheap, y’know?”

The two women chuckled at Mommy’s little joke.

“No they definitely aren’t. Especially big ones for big babies like you have.” Jen added.

“Right! Ok baby boy let’s get you home and changed, and if you’re a good boy Mommy will help you play with the new toy I bought for you. We’ll see you later Jen.” 

“Baby boy, are you having fun?” I heard her say from the bedroom next to where I was currently grunting and sweating.

“Yes Mommy,” I replied as I set the heavy kettlebell down that I had just finished swinging for a finisher for my workout.

“Ok, baby boy. That’s good you didn’t overdo it; did you?”

“No Mommy, I didn’t overdo it.”

“That’s good, why don’t you go take a shower and when you finish with that you can come back in here and lay down with Mommy for a bit and then she will put you in a diaper. Would you like that?”

“Yes Mommy, thank you.”

While I shower I guess I should let you know what exactly is going on. I mean why else would a grown man who just finished a grueling workout willingly agree to be put in a diaper by his partner; whom he affectionately refers to as his Mommy.

I’ll make this as brief as possible. When we first started dating I made it clear that I like to wear diapers and while I identify as a switch in the BDSM lifestyle I lean towards being a submissive. Having a submissive was something new to Mommy, however due to the instant physical attraction we had for each other; she was willing to give it a try. Our relationship hasn’t been all sunshine and rainbows, and it seemed at times as if outside forces would rather us be apart, but we have gotten through those speed bumps and now after nearly two years together we are in love with each other and anxious to explore more of not only our sexuality but also life in general.

I finished showering and was heading back to cuddle with Mommy; when I heard a voice in the kitchen. “Hey, champ I hope you had fun with your special time. I know I did!”

I looked in the kitchen and there was the man that Mommy just had a special time with, the man that Mommy and I invited into our bedroom, the man that wanted me to call him Daddy.

 I guess that is something that I failed to mention. I had previously mentioned to Mommy about wanting to explore my bisexuality, and to my surprise not only did she support me, but she went adn found a play partner that we met with and talked with about our expectations and fantasies we would like to fufill. Luckily, they seem to fit with what he wanted as well and now as he was off to do whatever it is he did, I was heading to go cuddle with Mommy and be put in a diaper.

“It sounded like it.” I replied, trying to be witty.

“Now don’t be a cheeky baby boy, you remember what happened last time you did that don’t you?”

I did remember all too well. I had a couple bottles of beer and was trying to be funny and make Mommy laugh. However Daddy thought I was being disrespectful and he took me over his knee and spanked me, and then had me stand in the corner while he fucked Mommy behind me. The spanking obviously hurt, Daddy said it wouldn’t be a punishment if it didn’t, but the worst part was not being able to see Mommy get pleasure from his cock.

“Yes Daddy, I’m sorry.”

“I’ll let it slide this time, but I do expect you to be on your best behavior the rest of the day. Got it?”

“Yes Daddy I will be. I’ll be a good boy for Mommy.”

“That’s good to hear. I gotta run, but I will be back later, and I better get a good report from your Mommy that you have been a good boy.” He grabbed his coffee and was out the door a few seconds later.

I continued heading towards the bedroom that Mommy and I shared. Well mostly shared, sometimes I had to leave it so that her and Daddy could have alone time together.

I walked in the room and Mommy was laying underneath the covers. Her naked breasts were exposed and to me it was obvious by the light sheen of sweat on her skin and the smile plastered across her face that while I was working out and showering her and Daddy were having special times of their own.

“Did you see Daddy on his way out?” She asked.

“Yes Mommy and I told him I will be a good boy for you today.”

“You usually are, but the mouth gets you in trouble sometimes; doesn’t it?”

“Yes Mommy it does.”

“We’ll deal with that if we have to but I don’t think it will be an issue to day. Come here and cuddle with Mommy for a bit.”

I went around to the other side of the bed and crawled underneath the blankets beside her. Her body was warm and comfortable and I nuzzled as close to her as I could. Enjoying the heat emanating off her body.

“You know baby, you are very lucky.” She told me after a few minutes of the two of us enjoying laying naked together.

“Yes Mommy I do know that. You make me happy.”

“Well that’s good; because you make me happy too. However, that's not what I was referring to. I was referring to the fact that Mommy lets you have special times, and work out. Most babies don’t get to do that. Most babies have to lay in a crib, and wait until their Mommy or Daddy comes to check on them to see if they need a diaper change, or a bottle or some extra attention.  That’s why you’re lucky baby boy; because while Mommy was in here getting fucked by Daddy’s big cock; she let you go exercise and be a big boy for a bit.”

“Thank you Mommy for letting me exercise and be a big boy for a bit.”

“You’re welcome baby. Did the cage hurt at all or anything while you were being a big boy?”

I looked underneath the covers and there in all it’s stainless steel glory, and secured with a tiny plastic, numbered seal was the cage that Mommy was referring to. Her and Daddy had joined forces and decide that if Daddy was going to be the one fucking Mommy; then there was no reason for me to have access to my cocklet. So to ensure that I stayed true to that rule; they had gone and bought a chastity cage and it could only be removed when they both gave me permission. That seemed to be happening less and less as of late, but that is a story for another time.

“No Mommy, it didn’t hurt.”

“Ok baby. Now one more thing before I get you put into a nice thick diaper, and we get on with our day. Mommy has one more special thing she wants you to do. Well Daddy wants you to do it too. Do you know what it is?”

“No, but I love doing special things with Mommy.” I replied and I could feel my cocklet try to stiffen against the cold metal of the cage that confined it; hoping to get a release.

Mommy removed the blankets from us and scooted a little further up on the king size bed so that she was propped up on the pillows a bit more. “Daddy knows that you just finished a workout and that growing boys need lots of protein to grow big and strong; so he left a treat, right here in Mommy’s special place for you to eat, and he said if you do a good job; then maybe he will agree to let you out of your cage to watch us later tonight. He may even let you make cummies in your diaper before you get another protein shot from him.”