Messy diapers

Backside Slit 🤲🏼

✅️ Putting you back in diapers and ordering you NOT to use them.

You heard me right. If I see one drop of pee in the padding of your diaper, you will be punished severely. You get 5 minutes on the toilet between your daily changes. Then it's back in dry pampers for 6 more hours.

Your life is about to become a never-ending game of holding it... 🙁 holding it... 😖 holding it... 😢

See, if I just forced you to piss yourself, you would resent your diapers. They would be nothing more than a punishment. A humiliating prison.

But now you wish you had the privilege of pissing yourself. Your body aches to use your diapers. They're your waiting savior. Your secret dream.

And the day I finally give you permission to wet your diapers like a pathetic little toddler, you will fall to your knees, with tears in your eyes.

I wanted your face to keep turning bright red every time I asked if you needed a change.

I wanted to see that adorable little frown each morning as you looked in the mirror, paranoid that your diaper bulge was too obvious under your jeans.

I wanted to hear you whimpering softly as we watched movies on the couch, tightening my grip when I saw you glancing towards the bathroom. Not for you. Not anymore.

Don't get me wrong; breaking you was the point. After the months of reluctance and blushing and tears, I remember how your toes curled when you asked if we could try a double diaper today. It was so delicious to see you want your padding; to hear you moaning as you humped your thick pampers in ecstasy. It was the best day. And the worst.

Because you're like a piñata. Once you're broken, the game is over. You'll be in diapers for the rest of your life, with or without me. We said our goodbyes. You even thanked me. Can you imagine?

Time to move on. Time to play again.

You knew the rules when you moved in: you will not have dry pants in this house.

If you're not wearing a diaper, I must ALWAYS see a cute, damp little pee stain at your crotch. I don't care if you're wearing shorts, slacks, or a sundress...you're never fully dressed without your wet spot.

It's your constant, warm, wet little reminder that you're still my hopeless bedwetter, even when you're not padded. It makes me smile every time I see you. It makes you seem so small.

Go on, sweetheart. Put on your wet spot. Let out a little dribble into your panties. Let it soak through your jeans enough so I can see. Awwwwww, there you go, my little fountain! Doesn't it feel so warm and lovely? If it dries or gets cold, just dribble a little more. Keep that pee stain nice and fresh for me.

No more pouting. No more excuses. If you're not wearing a diaper...

I know, I know. You're picturing a big, dramatic scene where I pull down your pants, spank you into submission, tape you into a thick diaper and lock it into place.

You know what's so much more delicious to me? Diaper humiliation as routine. As lifestyle. As background noise.

You come home from work and swap out your house keys for a big pacifier, which you clip to your collar. You pull out your phone as you walk to the living room, casually removing your pants and underwear with your other hand. You lie down on the floor and spread your bare legs in the air, assuming the expected position as you submissively wait for your nightly diaper. Your legs dangle there stupidly as you suckle and scroll.

I let you dawdle like that for a minute or two before coming to oil and powder your bottom. You tell me about your day, drooling a bit through your paci, and I tell you about mine. I fold up the diaper nice and tight against your waiting bum and seal it.

No scene. No roleplay. No taunting or threats. Peeing in diapers and sucking pacifiers are just your everyday home life, as much as Netflix and takeout would be for a normal couple.

Because every once in a while, when you're not expecting it — as you're waddling to the kitchen in your soggy pampers or feeling a rope of drool ooze onto your dinner bib — it hits you like a ton of bricks: What a silly diapered dummy you are! When did being drooly, padded, and humiliated become so natural to you? So unremarkable? Your face will get hot, you'll feel squirmy in your tummy, and it will be so delicious, because it came out of nowhere.

OK…since you asked so nicely…