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Saturday’s are for the Little Boys

Me:

I finally understand the hype for messy diapers

My first enema was a whirlwind of emotions…fear, excitement, utter loss of control, shame, humor, and good ol’ fashion humiliation

My girlfriend just pinched her nose and snickered as she took her time inspecting my soaking wet diaper.

After spending all night locked in the crib, continuously sending stream after stream of hot pee into my pastel pink and blue diaper, it now changed from its fresh white looking color to a disgusting mix of dark yellow and faded grey. Lord only knows what, or who, she was doing the previous night. I winced as she groped the backside of my squishy diaper.

“Looks like there’s some room up here at the top silly boy.” She said with a confident and sadistic tone - knowing full well I was already close enough to getting a rash. “But I guess we should probably get a clean diaper on you so you don’t end up leaking all over the hardwood floors huh? Although it would be cute to see you cleaning the floors of my apartment in nothing but that gross diaper and a slutty little French maids outfit.” I grimaced at the thought, but her finger reached to my diapered crotch and teased my entrapped genitals trying to encite the idea in my head.

She quickly pushed me back to the floor so I was now laying down. She towered over me and even though I could easily overpower her and get away, I remained under her. She commanded power, respect, and authority and I was docile, respectful, and obedient. We fit like butter on bread, which only ignited the passion she had to humiliating me further.

As I awaited the first tape of my diaper to be removed I noticed something sharp coming towards my diapered crotch. I jumped for a second, seeing a large pair of scissors in her hand. She smirked. “Snippy snippy” she teased, “think I should chop off that little dick?” I panicked for a second - never knowing if she was joking or not - but then she began snipping large holes all along the center of my diaper. “Lift up” she instructed, and I did, allowing her to place a clean diaper under my smelly pee filled overnight diaper. There wouldn’t be a diaper change for me again until I had figured out a way to throughly stain both layers of diapers - a task I had yet to achieve the several times she punished me for not filling up my first one entirely.

After taping up my diaper she pulled me up from laying down into a sitting position and gave me a big hug and a kiss on the lips. She circled her finger around my padded crotch some more, playfully making out with me for a minute. She pulled herself a way and gave me a kiss on the forehead. “Go upstairs and make my bed for me, then go do my laundry.” I gave her a kiss back and nodded.