It’s playtime!

Makin a frumpy face cause big brother was playin dress up on me and said he thought I looked adorable.

Up on the blog, a Q&A with @pupartemis! 

“Love it. Love every second. Some daddy/Sir type I click with wants me to be his little puppy boy I will be happily wagging away. I’ll fuss a bit and make them get a bit forceful with me generally because that’s part of the fun. But someone willing to diaper me and put me in my gear then just snuggle and cuddle me is someone who will melt my heart.  And on the other side of things I love helping others regress. It makes my paternal side so happy to see a little one comfortable in my arms in just a diaper sucking a pacifier. Or bottle feeding him well I rub his belly. Or watching him wet himself and not realize it’s happening because he’s so deep in his little space. Cuddling well we watch paw patrol and he claps excitedly along with the TV.  It’s those feelings that I live for.” 

“I thought I could do it, Daddy… if you didn’t let me have that soda refill I might have…”

“Ok, so sorry I blamed you for my accident yesterday.”

It wasn’t the thick diapers you were wetting yourself in, or your butt cheeks still stinging from the last spanking..

It wasn’t the embarrassingly babyish clothes you had to wear, or the high chair you get fed in now..

It wasn’t even the institutional restraints, or those big, poofy, padded mitts that rendered you completely helpless, or the chastity cage that gave them total control over you..

No, it was the moment you realized that not only have they made you -want- your pacifier, but the fact that they’ve made you -need- your pacifier, to deal with all of the infantile frustrations and feelings you have now.

That’s the moment you realize that they’ve won.

It’s real.

They have completely dominated you, both mentally and physically.

Been doin some ESSPLORIN’ lately 😍