Teddy’s Tea Time

Locked In! 

My boyfriend, Zach, started this blog a couple of years ago. When he told me he was doing it, I was absolutely mortified. He also didn’t let me see what he was writing on it and until a few weeks ago I hadn’t. As anyone who’s been following knows, Zach is super busy and has only kept up with this blog intermittently. 

Which, I guess, is where I come in. From now on I’ll be the one posting on here. First of all, this blog blew up more than Zach anticipated and he felt bad about not having the time to back and write more. He's talked about having me document my own humiliation on here, but it wasn't until this weekend where he actually decided to have me log in here and write.

I’m sure I’ll go into everything a lot more, but a big part of our relationship has been Zach supporting me by helping me with self discipline and holding me accountable. I have ADHD and struggle with focusing a lot. It’s how diapers were first introduced. Even though Zach’s been using them to discipline me for years, I still find the entire experience embarrassing, even though the humiliation definitely turns me on. I’m not one of those types who is attracted to “being little” (nothing against those who are) but I am definitely attracted to giving up control, even if the humiliation that comes from it makes me blush and want to hide. Probably why he decided to make me blog to the masses about it instead. 

This weekend I got in a lot of trouble and I know my punishment is far from over. Zach took away my potty privileges on Saturday night. It's been a long time since I've had to wear them all day and I forgot why diapers are such an effective deterrent for me, I can't stop squirming or get used to the wetness. He hasn't told me how long I'll have to be in diapers, only that it will depend on how well I do on this blog. But of course he wouldn't tell me what he meant by that. He thinks it’s good for me to have long-term responsibilities of things that I have to plan out and remember to do. He might still post some captions and updates, but I guess now I will be the default. He

Part of my responsibilities include taking pictures and posting regularly with good grammar and spelling, answering questions honestly, reflecting even when it's embarrassing, and growing the blog's following. I will be posting more but for now send me your questions...? Nice to meet you all.

"Seriously, Maddie? Again?!" She sighs as she pulls back the comforter on my side of the bed.

I blush at the tell-tale white streaks staining our black sheets.

"We talked about this. Masturbation is a disgusting habit! And doing it in bed? While you're sleeping next to me? And leaving a mess for me to clean up..."

She walks up to me, livid, reaches up, and yanks me by the ear.

"Well, I've fucking had it. I'm done cleaning disgusting, cum stains of my sheets because you have the self control of a toddler."

A soft moan escapes my lips as her long fingernails gently dance along my back.

I press my face deeper into her soft chest in a futile attempt to stifle the embarrassing noise, only to be met with the soothing rumble of her soft laughter.

"Oh, does my little one like that?" she coos as her fingers dance back over that same spot.

As wave of pleasure washes over me again, I can't help but squirm and let out another, pathetic little moan.

"Oh, they do!" She continues, pride at her discovery dripping from her words, "Mommy found your happy button!"

“Alizabeth, please don’t do this.” Jamie’s wife had promised that he would be awarded with a long-overdue treat this weekend. His mind, of course, went immediately to the physical; it had been months… But now, as he lay on his back, legs spread, in a soaked Little King, looking up not only at his wife but also at his lifelong friend Becca, the long overdue treat did not appear to be that at all.

“I don’t usually make him stay in his night diapers this long in the morning; I know how yucky they can feel, but I was sure you would want to see how little Jamie starts his day.” Becca didn’t say anything but gave a slight nod, her eyes never leaving the sight of Jamie, who looked as though he would melt to nothing from something so secret being brought out into the open.

“Now, before I even start the change, I mark his potty chart.” Alizabeth walks to the far wall of the makeshift nursery and grabs the chart that showed his steady transformation into a diaper-dependent baby. “Hmm, let’s see, how did Jamie’s diapee fare?” As if it wasn’t obvious to anyone in the room that the diaper had been thoroughly soaked, but still she went through the usual poking and prodding, declaring, “... looks like someone has earned another raindrop sticker.” Becca’s eye finally looked from Jamie, registering the chart, noticing only the occasional sun sticker appearing amongst the sea of raindrops, before her gaze drifted back to her friend.

“Though, there does appear to be a little room left in it. Jamie, do you think you could fill this diaper up for Mommy? Alizabeth could not mean that she wanted him to mess himself; he couldn’t, he wouldn’t, but before he could raise any protest, she had pushed his legs together, working his knees to and from his chest, occasionally massaging his abdomen. He knew from prior experience that a messy diaper was all but guaranteed; the best he could hope for was Alizabeth allowing him the dignity of at least escaping Becca’s stare.

“Lizzy… please… please let me do this in priva.. ” The final word, cut off by the unmistakable sound of a messy release, followed by only the slightest whimper of defeat from Jamie, what else could he say or do anyway? He felt small and wanted, needed, a change. “Lizzy. I... I think I’m done.” He kept his view focused only on Alizabeth, looking at what he was sure was a look of disgust from Becca that would only lead to nothing but tears from himself.

“Done? What do you mean? There is still a little room left in there, and Mommy did promise you a treat." The horror that she fully intended for him to use his diaper fully was too much; his hands rushed to hide his face.

“Becca, did you know that Jamie loves making little stickies in his diaper? It has to be his favorite diaper time activity.” Maybe it was a burst of adrenaline that gave him the bravery that helped him not only peek through his fingers but even offer resistance. “I don’t like it! Mommy makes me do it!”

“Hush, there is no reason to fib just because you have a friend over. I used to catch him all the time mounting his stuffies, pretending he was some kind of big boy, and now he isn’t allowed to be unsupervised with any of them. Stuffie time was too much responsibility for little Jamie; now he only gets diaper rubs." Alizabeth began to gently push down on the front of his diaper, and even though he would not have freely told the two women, his excitement was immediately apparent to Mommy's touch.

“Well, I would swear I feel an excited thingy; that's weird for someone who was just yelling they don’t like making stickies.” As she began to gently rub his diaper, the world around him began to lose importance, and with that he, almost subconsciously, began to push into her hand, wanting just a little more pressure. He was so close.

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1. Re-wiring Your Brain:

More and more recent studies have come to find that watching people engage in sex acts (porn) on a regular basis, leads the brain to be slightly re-wired. Neural pathways are created to find ‘watching sex’ arousing, rather than ’engaging in sex’.

This can cause a multitude of problems in one’s sex life, understandably. The biggest, perhaps, is failure to perform when having sex with a partner, because you are more used to watching the act, than engaging in it yourself.

2. Dopamine:

We all know dopamine is a normal biological chemical released in our brains when something pleasurable or enjoyable happens. In fact, it is what makes us feel like certain moments are pleasurable. Having dopamine issues is one of the leading reasons people feel depressed. Your dopamine receptors are most effective when treated to somewhat regular, unexpected doses.

For example: If you know you are going to win every single time you pull a slot machine lever, your dopamine levels will plummet, despite the fact you are winning consistently.

This phenomenon really became clear with the advent of the iPod. Studies found that, when you had all your favourite music at your fingertips, it was much less enjoyable to select your favourite song from your mp3 player, than hearing a song you liked less randomly popping on the radio.

Now, think about having thousands of porn videos to watch and skip through at any moment, and being able to search out exactly what you want at all times…

This dulls your dopamine receptors and your high becomes much less than if you only had access to 1 randomly selected video.

The Good News?

There’s an easy solution. And this doesn’t at all mean you need to stop masturbating.

It’s quite simple really. Just replace porn videos with other erotic stimuli. Ones that engage your brain in fantasy.

Erotic photos and stories are great, or you can combine them by reading long-form captions, like the kind I write and post multiple times a week on this tumblr blog.

Anything that engages your brain to imagine YOU taking part in the sex act is great. This will not only slowly reverse the neural programming that porn has done in your mind, but actually strengthen your sexual arousal and performance.

This should be part of your masturbatory process. It engages your mind and your body together in the goal of being aroused and discovering pleasure in the moment.

You can’t engage your brain effectively when watching porn, because your mind and body are disconnected. Most of your brain is inactive when watching TV or videos. Alternatively, when engaging mentally in fantasy, large, rarely used sections of the brain become active.

You can also try limiting yourself to only 1 video a week, or per masturbation session.

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So, it’s that time again - time to get EDUCATED about buttfucking.

Honestly, anal’s my favorite. Can’t say why, but I just love the feeling of stuff being pushed inside my butt. NAH, it won’t make you gay. Lots of people like anal, and you’d be surprised by how many people you pass by on the street that can’t wait to get home and sit on their own favorite dildo. 

“But I- I don’t- I mean, I didn’t-” My words wouldn’t even come out right, panicked as I was. Mei’s actually doing this to me? Going out on a date… without me?

“You’re so cute when you get scared,” Mei chortled, patting my head condescendingly. She was decked out, all right: heels, a stunningly short party dress with a scandalously low-cut neckline, and makeup that made her gorgeous features pop. “But honey, you know as well as I do that a silly little boy like you just isn’t grown up enough to go out on a late-night date with your beautiful girlfriend. You’ve got to stay here, baby, and get to bed by your bedtime!”

Stupid eight-o’clock bedtime she just dreamed up… “But I’m your boyfriend!” I protested, aware even as I spoke of just how whiny and immature I sounded. “You mean you were my boyfriend,” Mei corrected, laying her scarlet-nailed finger on my lips. “Now I’m afraid you’re just my boy - my silly, whiny little boy toy who needs his bedtime. But don’t worry, honey!” she chirped, casting a merry glance over her shoulder. “I know just how to make sure you won’t be scared or lonely while I’m gone… You can come in now, girl. It’s okay!”

These last words were spoken over her shoulder toward the kitchen - from which, to my sudden horror, emerged the grinning face of Mei’s best friend. “Angela here is going to take care of you tonight,” Mei smiled, pulling her busty brunette friend closer. “She’s going to take such good care of you, too! And don’t worry - I’ve told her everything she needs to know…”

Christ, really? No. Even the…the…”

“I’m gonna have such a blast,” Angela giggled inanely, tossing her bleached blonde hair. “I know where your diapers are, and where your Mommy Mei keeps your passies and bottles and everything! And if you don’t behave, well…” She smirked over at Mei. “I guess I do have permission to use the magic word, right?” “Full permission,” Mei nodded. “You mean “inundate”, right?”

Noooo! I gasped and stiffened as a sudden burst of warmth blossomed beneath me, soaking effortlessly through my jeans and into the sofa beneath me. I scrambled up, the flood still in full force, watching as the trickles of my own urine streamed steadily down my legs and dripped shamefully to the floor beneath me. But, but, Mei said it was just our little secret, our little experiment with hypnosis…

“Go ahead, have fun with that,” Mei guffawed, reaching for her purse. “My Uber’s almost here, so I’m afraid I won’t be able to help clean up such a pissy-pants little brat.” Angela was helpless with laughter and amazement. “Oh my God,” she wheezed, “It actually works! This is, this is too good…” “Mei, please,” I begged, feeling the dampness of my jeans already beginning to cool. “Please, please don’t! I’m, I’m your boyfriend. You can’t just go date someone else… Or, are you breaking up with me?”

But she just smiled and stepped toward the door. “Josh, you heard me. And I’m not breaking up with you - not by a long shot. Angela and I have worked out a great deal, actually. When I need a man in my life - a real man, not a little pants-wetting diaper brat like you - I’ll go find one, and enjoy every second of it. And when I need a cute little baby to diaper and tease and boss around, well…” She grinned even wider. “I know exactly where to come.”

I blinked back unbidden tears as the door closed behind her and I felt Angela’s hands beginning to unbutton my shirt. “Come on, little soggy-pants,” she giggled. “I think it’s time to get you cleaned up and into bed. You’re going to look so cute, too…” She leaned closer, her dark hair brushing seductively against my face. “You’re going to be such a pathetic little diaper baby, waddling around for me, waiting for me to tell you to, you know… inundate your diapers…”

And as a fresh stream of pee flowed out from my helpless bladder and into my soaked pants, I felt my dignity crumble and the hot tears begin to flow. God, I really was a pissy little baby, wasn’t I? And these sadistic women weren’t about to let me forget it - ever.

“Welcome to Home Economics, class. My name is Miss Masterson,” she said, confidently. Her eyes scanned the room approvingly, only making a slight inclination of her head when you spotted you.

“In this class, we’ll be learning to take care of little ones,” Miss Masterson continued. “Babies, in fact. This year, the school is pushing an experiential learning model, where students like you adopt the role of baby, to better understand the process. Since it seems like there is one boy among us, I think it would be best for him to adopt this role.”

You felt a deep red blush take over your face as every eye in the room turned to you. You tried to protest, but everyone could see you allow Miss Masterson to lead you to the diaper changing table.

Soon you were wearing a thick diaper and pink plastic pants, along with a white nightie that barely covered your diaper. The girls cooed and pointed at your diapers. You felt tears welling up, and blushed even harder.

“Awww, is someone embarrassed?” Miss Masterson asked. “Maybe it’s because you feel out of place with all these Women around. Here, let’s grab you a wig from the theater department, and you can be our little baby girl. How does that sound?”

Miss Masterson sent two of the girls to fetch the prop, and soon you had honey blonde pigtails framing your beet red face. Miss Masterson could see you were still upset, so she beckoned you to sit with her.

“You see class,” she continued lecturing. “Babies can be fussy, even when they are all safe and secure in their diapers. Sometimes, it takes a little something special to calm our little diaper princess down.”

With that, Miss Masterson popped out a breast and offered you the nipple. As if by reflex, you took it in your mouth and started suckling. The whole thing happened so fast that almost nobody in the class was able to react before you were nursing away at Miss Masterson’s breast. Gasps and more than a few giggles rippled through the room, and you just blushed even more, if that were possible. 

You lean there against the bars of your crib, despondently contemplating your future. Hair done up in the most adorable pigtails, the prettiest and cutest onesie imaginable snugly wrapped around you, your thick and now ever-present diaper swaddling your groin… Yes, you are quite the sight. You know it. Auntie reminds you of it every day, after all…

A sigh escapes you as you meditate on the life choices that have led you to this unexpected place. Not every twenty-three-year-old young woman expects to be reliving her infancy! Normally, folks finish college and find a job so they can settle down, maybe find someone special, pay off those hideous student loans, and get on in life. Well… that’s the plan, anyway. But when a job isn’t forthcoming, and you’ve got no family to rely on… It’s tough.

Into that darkness had suddenly come Auntie’s offer. She was not really an aunt - more of a friend of your parents before they’d passed away - but she did seem to have a soft spot in her heart for you. It didn’t hurt that she was pretty obscenely wealthy, either. So when she’d offered to help you out if you could only come live with her and help with her home business as a personal secretary, you’d jumped at the chance. Maybe fairy godmothers - or at least super generous aunties - really were a thing! At any rate, you had nothing to lose, right?

Well, maybe you did, you reflect now, feeling yet another warm spurt of urine wash into the reassuring padding between your legs. Sure, Auntie was taking care of your student loans, waving a bank account number and magically making them disappear. But she, indulgent as ever, had also begun to buy you clothes and furniture that seemed decidedly out of keeping with your age. It wasn’t every young college graduate that had footie pajamas, sparkly princess shirts, and a bed with a built-in railing, was it? The pattern had progressed over the months, and you’d kept your mouth shut, not wanting to appear ungrateful to the woman who had literally given you a financial future…

Until the day when she’d brought home a onesie and shortall set with snaps in the crotch, and had begun cooing over how cute you’d look in it. You’d timidly asked the rather rhetorical question: did she want you to look like a baby? And when she’d unexpectedly told you, yes, she kind of did, the real discussion had begun. She’d always wanted a child of her own, she sadly smiled, and you were the closest thing she’d ever had to a daughter. Couldn’t she at least pretend that you were her little girl? It would mean so very much to her…

Well, the power dynamic being what it was, you’d been completely and utterly unable to say no.

So here you were, a full year into your new job with Auntie. It had been six months at least since you’d even touched the big girl potty - six months that had been filled with little more than bottle-feedings and high chairs, bulging diapers and smelly diaper pails, a doting Auntie and you as her increasingly dependent baby girl. You felt your big girl life steadily slipping away, all the exciting knowledge and ideas from college drifting ever more certainly into the past… You were Auntie’s “secretary” now - more like her office baby, whose only remaining job was to waddle and crawl around and put the wadded-up papers one by one into the trashcan. It was a mind-numbing routine, but admittedly a seductively simple and comfortable one. No phone calls or meetings or appointments like Auntie had - just your familiar carpet and toys and ba-bas to keep you company… It could be worse, couldn’t it?

And as you felt the familiar pressure building in your tummy, you sighed again, releasing the now-familiar wave of soft, warm mush easily and steadily into your expanding diaper, followed by the involuntary flood of pee afterwards. Well, whatever. You didn’t get upset over such things anymore. Auntie would change her stinky baby sometime soon. It didn’t matter much anymore, after all - you were wet or dirty most of the time these days. Maybe that was the real trade-off, you mused as your diaper slowly sagged underneath your adorable onesie. Trading your dignity and independence for a secure future…

Was it worth it? You honestly didn’t know… But even if you did, you probably couldn’t have done a thing to change it. Not anymore.

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