A Little Paradise for AB/DL, CG/L, & BDSM Fiction

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Stares won’t matter, I get off on the humiliation. The itchy, frustrating, burning in my brain that’s only sated when I can’t quite figure out why it feels so good to let go and suck.

Knowing something is off as people stare, but the pacifier does its job so well, and I’d given my mind to it so devotedly that there was little else to do but let go and suck.

My swollen lips move, smacking the pacifier back and forth against a needy and hungry tongue, the sound pushing others to look.

Even as judgement crosses their faces, even as they pull their phones out, and even as some laugh at me, my addled mind will just try to innocently rationalize it all.

Something comforting, and incredibly, so incredibly naive.

“They must have thought I was pretty, I must look kinda tired today… well, maybe I forgot to brush my hair?”

All the while I’m still obnoxiously suckling and smacking on my binky while more and more people record, laugh, whisper, and stare at the binky baby.

Happily, unknowingly, suckling away like the good girl I was trained to be.

This caption was written with, is for, and features the adorable @prettymuchpottytrained. I just may have a few more captions left in the tank after all.

Anyone watching you through the baby monitor would be forgiven for thinking you were nothing more than a toddler refusing to sleep. Between the expensive baby monitor Daddy bought and the Bluey nightlight, your infantile state was impossible to miss.

Your Bluey shirt failed spectacularly to cover your overworked Stardust Nursery diaper, which drooped adorably between your legs. Your binky bobbed sporadically while you surveyed the nursery.

Nobody seeing you would ever believe you were actually an adult.

But you could hear what the baby monitor could not—the telltale sounds of pleasure coming from Daddy’s bedroom.

What do we think about this get-up? ♥️ I just LOVE the look of an obviously wet diaper under leggings. It's giving party on the top, practical absorption on the bottom :)

I think I've been more diaper-brained lately. I’m pleased to share that I had a diaper orgasm in my dream this morning. I was somewhere between sleep and wakefulness and dreaming about being kept in diapers by a handsome man. He left the room, and I was humping in my dream (and I wonder if I was humping in real life too 🤭). I got closer and closer to orgasm. It felt incredibly vivid and also so strange.

This has only happened to me a few times in my life, and every time it does, I'm so pleased. 😊💕

Sweet, strong, soft man in a diaper.

He was kinda new to it, still seeing if he liked it, still learning how to relax when he wasn’t near the potty.

We were lying in bed, doing our own things, as I let him adjust to the feeling of padding swaddled around his most private parts.

Not treating him differently.

Not yet.

The only thing out of the ordinary was me reading with one hand (not entirely out of the ordinary, I’m a frequent smut enjoyer, but this was different). My other rested on top of his padding, right between his legs.

Eventually, a couple chapters in, I felt something.

“Hey, handsome, what’s making my hand all warm?”

I looked up at him for the first time and the ruddy blush covering his face answered my question without him needing to say anything.

I wanted him to say it anyway.

“Can you tell me what happened, honey boy?”

A small head shake, no. His eyes were big and a little nervous, not used to someone watching him be this vulnerable.

“That’s okay, we can work up to big boy words later. It seems like you’re pretty small right now, huh?”

This time I watched his head bob up and down. I reached up and ruffled his hair, resting my hand on the back of his neck.

“Do you think you’re okay to stay your cozy, warm big boy diaper for a while longer? I want to finish a couple more chapters before we go to sleep.”

He nodded, shifting his body down under the covers a little more, pressing his face against my tummy.

Look at all those ships

The plastic crinkles softly as you shift on the couch, your pull-up and your wet shirt clinging to your skin after another sticky accident. The wetness indicator is a dark, mocking blue, and the fabric is sticky between your legs… again. You can still feel the remnants of your last "cummies," the way your hips had bucked helplessly into the padding, the way the pull-up had failed to contain you. The sticky, embarrassing aftermath had been impossible to hide, and Mommy had seen. Of course she had.

Now, she sits beside you, her expression a mix of exasperation and something softer, something that makes your stomach twist. She’s holding two things: a sleek, black penis cage, its cold metal glinting in the lamplight, and a thick, baby-blue diaper,  like an invitation. Your throat goes dry.

“You’re at a crossroads, baby,” Mommy says, her voice gentle but firm. “You can’t keep going like this. Pull-ups weren’t made for this kind of use.” She taps the cage against her palm, the sound sharp. “Option one: You stay in pull-ups, but you wear this. No more humping, no more stickies. Your little penis stays locked away, and you’ll learn to behave.” She lets the words sink in, her fingers tracing the edge of the cage. “No more sticky surprises, no more ruined t-shirts. But…” She tilts her head, her tone shifting to something almost teasing. “No more cummies either. Not like you’ve been having, anyway.”

Your face burns. You know what she means. The way you’d grind into the padding, the way your body would tremble as you chased that forbidden pleasure, the way the pull-up would give way under the pressure. The cage looks so final.

 wrist. The padding is thick, the kind that would swallow your hips whole, the kind that would hold everything, pee, messes, cummies, without a single leak. “Option two: You switch to diapers. Full time. No cage, no restrictions. Your cute penis stays free… but it stays in the diaper.” Her lips quirk. “You can hump all you want, baby. You can make as many messes as your little heart desires. And I promise you, these won’t leak.” She gives the diaper a little shake, the crinkle loud in the quiet room. “But you’ll look like what you are. A baby. A good, thick, diapered baby. A good, thick, diapered baby who will never sit on the potty again.”

The thought sends a shiver down your spine. The diaper is so obvious. So undeniable. Everyone would know. But then again… the cage is worse, isn’t it? The idea of being locked away, of never feeling that release again, makes your chest tighten.

Mommy watches you, her eyes knowing. “So. What’s it going to be, baby?” She holds out both options, one in each hand. “Do you want to be restrained… or do you want to be free?”

Your fingers twitch toward the diaper. The cage is a prison. But the diaper… the diaper is a promise. A promise of warmth, of safety, of never having to hide what you are. Of being able to give in, completely.

You swallow hard. “I… I want to be free, Mommy.”

Her smile is slow, satisfied. “Good boy.” She sets the cage aside and brings the diaper closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Now, let’s get you diapered.”

Before this last Saturday I hadn't been in diapers for more than a day since last October! Because they're so embarrassing Daddy doesn't use them all the time because otherwise I'd get used to them. And he likes it best when my punishments are humiliating. Even though it's been years since the first time I was punished with them, every time I feel just as squirmy feeling all the bulk and wetness down there.