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It’s been 3 weeks since mommy took control. Now, every step you take is a reminder of her dominance over you. Every crinkle, every squish, every inch of padding between you legs constantly regresses you, humiliates and embarrasses you. With a diaper between your legs, you can’t help but be submissive, but that hasn’t stopped you from holding onto your bladder control for dear life.

“Come on baby boy! Time to head home. Yes, I know, finally. You’ve been such a good boy keeping your pampers dry! If you can keep them dry the whole way home, I’ll make sure you get rewarded.”

You started to tremble. Every ounce of your body was focused on keeping your pee under control, but given your pattern of behaviour lately, you were seriously doubting your ability to keep the padding in your pants dry. When Mommy first made you piss your pants, it was as if something unlocked in you. You were never a bold, dominant male with terribly great bladder control. And, if you’re being honest with yourself, you’ve never been well-endowed either. That was most of the reason you were hesitant to sleep with mommy.

Ever since that first accident though, ever since mommy took over, things have been...changing. All of a sudden, your bladder was more temperamental, meaning more accidents, shorter hold times, less time between feeling the need and losing control. Your already disappointing cock started looking smaller and smaller, to the point where you weren’t sure if you were soft at 1 inch...or hard. And the worse of all, the most humiliating, most embarrassing part, was your sexual stamina.

Mommy never actually let you fuck her after that day. She would, however, rub the front of your pants and use the friction of your diaper against your cock to make you orgasm. But as the days went by, the diapers got thicker and your cock got smaller, you started cumming faster and faster to her rubbing. First it was 2 minutes, then 1 minute, then 30 seconds, 10 seconds, and now, something you haven’t shown her yet...

“Alright my baby, let’s get that diapered butt home hey? Tell you what. You’ve been such a good boy that even if you can’t make it home in a dry diaper, I think I’ll still give you some fun time. How’s that sound hm?”

Hisssssssssss

As if your bladder took that as an excuse, it released. Your tiny cock started spurting out hot piss into your diaper uncontrollably, and every attempt to clench your cock seemed futile. After all, there wasn’t much there to stop the flow. Before long, you were sitting in the passanger seat in a warm, wet, and thick adult diaper.

Mommy knew of course, and a smile grew across her lips.

After a drawn out and insufferable diaper change, where mommy couldn’t help herself but make comments like “such a wet diaper! Aren’t you glad mommy has you protected”, “Think about how wet your pants would be. Or my car! Oh how humiliating.”, “awe look at your little dicky. He’s trying to stand up! Don’t worry little guy, you’ll get lots of attention soon...”, you hid your face in shame.

Now started the ritual of play. Mommy took off her shorts and revealed to you her skimpy little panties that practically disappeared between her thick thighs. You bit your lip and started to feel the tremble. It was already beginning.

“Such a good little diaper boy, aren’t you? You like when mommy changes your diaper? Or do you like when mommy shows you her ass. Hehe, your tiny cock is trying to pitch a tent in you pampers little man, how cute. It wants me to touch it so bad, to stroke it, to rub the front of your diaper until-“

spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt

You came furiously in your diaper. Mommy stopped talking, stunned. She didn’t even have to touch you, all she had to do was show you a little ass, and talk. After a long silence, and once your breathing settled from your intense orgasm, she started laughing.

Permission to Poo-Poo

I’ve got him trained.

He doesn’t get to just use his diaper when he ‘wants’ anymore. No, at first we called them his little ‘accidents’, but now? Things are different.

He has to come ask permission to poo poo in his diapers.

It seems simple enough, but let me tell you, it’s not only adorable, it’s incredibly amusing.

I can always tell just by the way he traipses in. He gets this certain look on his blushy face, staring at the floor.

“What’s the matter?” I’ll sometimes say. Other times I just wait for him to clear his throat and broach the subject himself.

His voice is always so squeaky. So pitchy. So pathetic. You would think he’d be used to it by now, but he still gets so embarrassed!

“Uh-uh Mommy? Sissy neeth to go poo poo’s…” He’ll say, or at least some variation of it. He’s learned to use his lispy baby voice when he asks, otherwise the odds aren’t good that I'll give him permission, or I won’t change him after. He’s never allowed to look anywhere but the floor in my presence, other than when he’s asking for poo poo permission. I like to see his eyes when he does it. The glassy, glossy film they get. The way they’re so desperate, yet so defeated. Like every ounce of manhood is gone behind them.

Once he’s made his pathetic little plea, I usually ask him a series of questions.

“Where do sissy baybee girl’s make their poo poo’s?”

“Why should I let you?”

“Remind me why you have to use diapers and can’t use the big girl potty?”

Or some variation. The idea is to get him to verbalize the things he has to do, why he has to do them and—most importantly—where he has to do them. After all this time, he still struggles with saying the word “diaper” out loud.

Once he finally gets my approval, he has to get in position right then and there.

I call it the squatty potty. Not the little stool that every adult has beneath their toilet, he doesn’t get to use either of those things. No no, instead he has to drop down on his haunches in order to make a little pushy.

Sometimes it takes him a while, squatting there awkwardly in silence while I watch him. Sometimes he’s able to drop his diaper dump quickly, and I’ll tease him for being such a fast little pamper pooper.

When I first made him start wearing heels, you should have seen how many times he slipped and fell on the tile! More than a few times, he fell right back on his bum bum and squished the mush all over his tush. His revolted face is something I’ll never forget.

Once the deed is done, I make him tell me. Obviously he doesn’t just get to say “I’m done” either. He must explicitly tell me what he just did in his diapers. Sometimes I pretend to not hear and make him repeat it, maybe even shout it. Whatever I have to do to make his face turn that particular shade of crimson I so enjoy.

Nothing gets it quite as dark of a red as when I have my friends over. Oh my GOD I would have them over every day if I could. He’s ten times more skittish and humiliated when they’re around.

He knows that if he does make a poopy diaper without permission, the consequences will be dire. Extended stays in his dirty diapers until he gets a rash, time outs where he has to hold his ripe, rolled up diaper against the wall with his face, public outings, spankings (always), I've even threatened to mush his face directly into it. I probably won’t ever follow through with that one, but he doesn’t know that.

You watch her lock the cage around you as you struggle in bondage, she dared you to be in

O-okayyy I think it's time we end this and let me go now! You say in a tone of panic

She smacks your ass and laughs before saying, I'm sorry to say this, but you are now mine~ Without the keys to that tiny cage around your clitty you won't be able to use that thing ever again unless I let you... And with these photos that I'm about to take of you all dressed up like a pathetic little slut... you'll think twice about telling anyone what happened when you came over to my house thinking you could get lucky!~

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Good morning stinky little sissy girl. My my your diaper reeks doesn't it? Pee eew your much have filled that diaper to the brim. Well not too worry mommy will change your stinky butt. But before we do any of that silliness mommy has your morning baba ready to drink. Its full of sissy hormones and baby formula and a big big load of daddys special milk. I saved 4 mega loaded condoms from this past weekend and they are ill mixed into your warm sissy cocktail.

Good girl drinking it all down. And we only made a few fussies didn't we? Thats ok I already told daddy about your little attitude and he said he will adjust your attitude when he gets home. For now mommy is going to change your dirty little sissy pamper. Thats right that means another diaper over top of that messy one. We dont want you stinking up the whole joint.

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