It was my lifelong wish for this to happen to me...
I struggled with shame and embarrassment over my longing to wear diapers and a desire to lose my potty control.
Daddy changed everything, and I don’t just mean my squishy, stinky diapers.
I learned that I’m psychologically stuck wearing and dirtying my diapers.
I vividly remember my past potty accidents and I have always feared the moment it would happen again.
I knew I needed diapers to be safe, but I was scared to be made fun of.
I was encouraged to be proud and accepting of my needs.
I panicked over the embarrassment that would inevitably happen if I were seen and made fun of for needing diapers.
I would obviously just need to learn how to enjoy the embarrassment, the humiliation, of losing control.
And that is what Daddy trained me to do.
Dry diapers trigger:
Wet myself. Mess myself.
Pleasure.
Diaper change = Daddy’s toy.
More pleasure.
Fresh diaper.
Wet myself. Mess myself.
Repeat.
The humiliation from my diaper dependence will lead only to my ultimate pleasure.
What a good role model for all the other little girls ready for their diaper training!
Imagining a daddy (or mommy) who could make me feel this way 😍.
Not just diapered and embarrassed, but comfortable with that!
