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Not into diapers or ageplay yourself, but want to make your AB/DL partner happy? Here are a few simple things you can try!

Pick out an outfit for them at bedtime so when they wake up they have to wear whatever you’ve chosen.

Use special terms of endearment. Ask what names they prefer, or simply experiment! Sometimes even a simple “good boy”, or “good baby” can make them melt.

Instead of letting them wear their special clothes or diapers whenever they want, set up a rule that they need to ask you first. It’s simple and quick - and it’s pretty fun to watch them blush and stammer trying to ask if they can put on a diaper!

Pick out a special “Little” item for them to wear. Like number one above, but this time add a onesie or diaper.

Ask them if they need to go potty - anytime, anywhere.

Casually put their pacifier in their mouth when they’re working or gaming or watching TV.

Cut up their food for them at meals.

Order for them at restaurants. Doesn’t have to be anything super childish - just that act alone can make them blush!

If your partner is padded up, give them plenty to drink. Remind them that you really wouldn’t want them to get dehydrated. Bonus points if you’re out in public and order them a giant beverage!

Pat their bum. If they’re padded, watch them melt and squirm at the sound of their own diaper. If they’re not, tease them about how strange it feels when that padding is missing!

Deliberately walk down the baby aisle with them while shopping. You don’t need to buy anything, but bonus points if you go slow and start examining the baby foods (or better yet, the diapers!).

Refer to underwear as “big boy/girl/kid pants.”

Ask if they need a sippy cup or bib if they ever happen to spill something while eating.

Get a warm washcloth and wipe their face with it after eating - even if they’re perfectly clean. Watch them melt!

Stop by the swings at the park, and if they’re empty, try them out. Heck, you’ll probably enjoy this one too!

Pat and stroke their head, especially if they like to ageplay. Littles are often very sensitive to touch when regressing, so that sensation combined with the caring and condescension it implies will likely bring them a lot of pleasure.

Give them a padded weekend; simply replace the underwear in their drawer with diapers. (Or even make them do it themselves!) Tell them they’ll get their underwear back once they’ve used those up.

Remind them how cute they are. Many age players can be intensely embarrassed of their appearance when wearing baby things, so communicating that you find them attractive can mean the world.

Encourage them to “use their words” when talking about what they want. Don’t expect them to wax eloquent on what they’re craving, though; it’s often embarrassing and hard to articulate these things. Be patient and listen.

Try talking to them in an enthusiastic, bright tone - just like you might talk to a three-year-old - and see if they like it.

Let them show you love in return. Maybe they’ll be embarrassed, or turned on, or both - but above all they’ll love you and be grateful for your acceptance. So if and when they try to return the favor by doing things for you, let them.

So i was moving files from my laptop to PC and came across a word document called “AB Time” reading this I realised it was something i wrote a year or so ago, clearly must have been horny at the time. Not sure if it was what i wanted for my self or to inflict on others, but hey ho, 

Apologies in advance for the grammar and punctuation (or lack of), it was just a head dump of really. Enjoy

Baby Time

  The subject that will be forced to spend time as an Adult baby will be required to wear a chastity device or belt for 2 days before he visits. He will also be nappied 24/7 for those 2 days, using nappy full time when not at work but allowed to remove nappy for toilet at work

  General Day to Day

Chastity belt on, Nappy on, Locking pants secured, hands locked into mitts and straight jacket on.

Muzzle to be kept on at all times, only to be removed to provide drink or food. Not allowed to speak unless this is removed and to answer a question.

Baby is to wear Locking Ankle Cuffs and a baby harness/reins at all times.

Baby will wear seat harness when in car

Allowed Clothing

Just Nappy and plastic pants

Dungarees

Sleeper Suit

PJ’s

Shorts

Drinking – All drinks from a bottle or sippy cup, baby shall be given a bottle or sippy cup each hour.

Food – To be secured in straight jacket, with posture collar and bib on. To be spoon fed. Not allowed to feed one self.

Bedtime –

The baby is to be changed into a dry double nappy for bed time. Chastity belt will remain on for bed time. The baby is to be secured on his back on segufix for the night to keep him safe, or to be straight jacketed and taken to bed safe and secure.

The baby will wear locking mitts at all times unless he is to be put into the straight jacket. The baby should ideally be kept in a straight jacket at all times to keep him safe. The baby will be released from the straight jacket if it is time to play, that can be with toys, or for coloring in where he will still be required to wear his mitts which will remain padlocked on.

The baby is to be paddled 5 times at each nappy change.

The baby will wear a double or triple nappy when indoors at all times.

Baby will have a complete ban of using the toilet and will use his nappy fully. Baby will have his nappy changed in the morning when he is woken up and will be given an enema during his nappy change.

Baby will remain in this nappy for minimum of 4 hours. Once nappy is used fully and baby will be secured and can be fed his breakfast.

Baby will be allowed out of straight jacket for an hour or so to play and colour in.

After playtime, baby be released from his restraints and locking pants and allowed to shower clean. Baby will then be plugged and spanked, then put back into a nappy and his restraints. Baby can be teased or tormented, baby can be fucked before his plug put in, or used to suck cock .

Afternoon nap-

Baby will be put to bed in Segufix for an hour and half afternoon nap, straight jacket should be tight and Segufix restraints tight so he cannot move. Plug and chastity belt to remain in for afternoon nap.

Crawling

Baby shall have locking leg braces fitted when in doors and his straight jacket isn’t on. This will stop baby from being able to stand upright and he will have to crawl and remain on all 4’s.

Bedtime for baby is no later than 22:00

Once the baby is locked into his chastity belt 2 days before baby time, baby will be expected to use his nappy fully at least 2 times before the chastity belt is allowed to be removed and for him to be able to cum. Baby will either be wanked, sucked off or milked to allow him to cum. The baby will be fully restrained and gagged when he cum’s, he will remain restrained after he cum’s and will then be spanked before he is put back into a thicker nappy. After the baby has cum, his baby time will continue, baby will be muzzled and will have an hour or 2 nap time. Baby will be put back in his chastity belt later on. Because he has been allowed to cum, the belt will stay on for another 2 or 3 days, of which full nappy wearing and usage is expected before he is allowed to be unlocked.

1. I’m glad you’re home from work sweetie, why don’t you tell me about your day while I put you in your diapers.

2. Come over here little one, I thought I smelled something stinky and I need to check if it was your diaper!

3. Is your diaper squishy baby? It looks like you’ve already had an accident.

4. Behave baby, there’s only 2 ways that diaper is coming off: when mommy/daddy needs to change you, and when they need to spank you.

5. Let me check your diaper honey, I need to make sure I put enough powder on you so you don’t get a rash today.

6. I think this store has a family restroom, let’s go inside and do a quick diaper check to see if you’re going to leak prince/princess.

7. You can’t sit on the couch baby, sit on daddy/mommy’s lap. Your diaper has more than enough padding to keep you comfy.

8. I hope your hungry baby, because you’re not getting out of that diaper until you make stinkies for me.

9. Bend over baby, I need to check the leg cuffs of your diaper, otherwise you’re going to leak with how much pee pee you make!

10. I think you’re just too little for pull-ups baby, let’s try again later. For now, let mommy/daddy put your diaper on and we can forget about the potty for a while.

11. Uh-oh, I think I smell poopies! Did you make a messy in your diapies baby?

12. Up on the changing table little one, you know the rules, it’s either a padded bum or a paddled bum in this house.

13. Now that’s a thick diaper you’ve got on baby! I guess you’re just going to have to crawl around the house now.

14. Do you want daddy/mommy to hold you while you make a pushie baby? It’s okay, mommy/daddy will help you get comfortable.

15. Of course you need to wear a diaper to the park baby, a little one like you isn’t going to want to stop playing to go to the bathroom!

16. Let’s practice counting by seeing how many diapers we have left before we buy you new ones baby, I think we’re running low!

17. Well, I could put a plug in your bottom if you aren’t going to go poopoo, it’s your choice baby.

18. You’re waddling again prince/princess, mommy/daddy knows that means your diaper is full. Come over and let me check.

19. I’m putting a booster in your diaper baby, and don’t fuss over it, you know you can’t control yourself on long car rides.

20. Sit next to me baby, that way I can check your diaper under the table during dinner.

21. I can’t believe I have to change you in the backseat! You must be just a little baby if you can’t make it through a car ride without a diaper change.

22. I love how these jammies have a flap in the back baby, perfect for checking for stinkies before bedtime!

23. I think I’m gonna put you in the crib for nap time baby, but not before I put a nighttime diaper on you, you’re such a heavy wetter when you sleep.

24. Hold still for your diaper change little one, mommy/daddy needs to put cream on your bottom so you don’t get a rash from your stinkies.

25. Don’t make me tie you down during nap time baby, you know not to try and use the bathroom. Mommy/daddy will change you when they come to wake you up.

26. If you’re such a big girl/boy, why did mommy have to change your diaper when you woke up wet today?

27. Baby, you haven’t made poppies in nearly 2 days, does mommy/daddy need to give you medicine to make it better? Let’s go to the changing table and put a suppository in your bottom little one.

28. I think it’s time to go honey, you always get fussy right before you have an accident in your diapers.

29. It doesn’t matter that you don’t want to wear diapers baby, I want you to wear them and what mommy/daddy says goes.

30. Don’t hide from me baby, I can smell that stinky bum all the way from here!

31. Did you just leak through your diaper into your pants? Okay, come over my lap baby, you’re getting a spanking for not telling me you were already wet.

32. Now that your home let’s lock up all your big boy/girl clothes, I think you need baby time for this whole weekend. Changing table, now.

33. Look at how cute this onesie is baby! It’s for crotch snaps so mommy/daddy can clean up your messy bottom, and it would go great with your pink diapers!

34. Don’t pretend like you don’t like your diapers baby, mommy/daddy sees how excited you get down there when they change you.

35. It’s been almost 2 hours since I changed you baby, are you sure you aren’t wet yet? I think we need to do a diaper check.

36. Cry all you want baby, maybe that’ll make you feel better for having an accident in your panties yesterday. It’s diaper time for you from here on out.

37. Hush baby, daddy/mommy will change you when you fully use your diaper. One wetting doesn’t cut it when they’re that thick.

38. I love it when you wet your diapers baby, it’s so fun to squeeze and squish your soggy bottom!

39. That’s your third cup of juice today baby, you must really like wetting your diapers since you’re definitely not using the potty today.

40. Don’t touch your diaper baby, if you need something come to mommy/daddy first, they know how it needs to fit best.

41. I’ll check on you during the night to make sure you don’t leak baby, so don’t be afraid to have an accident while you sleep.

42. It’s too bad you can’t touch yourself like mommy/daddy, you’ll just have to rub the front of your diaper if you want to cum.

43. I love the way these tights fit you baby, they really show off the diaper you’re wearing!

44. Don’t move a muscle baby, I can smell that poppy diaper from a mile away! Let’s get you changed in the nursery right now.

45. Don’t you love your diapers baby? They’re so soft and thick, perfect for mommy/daddy to pat your bottom over.

46. You’re not leaving that bouncer until you wet your diaper baby, end of story.

47. Oops, I think I put too much baby powder on you little one, I can’t wait to see it poof out the back of your diaper when you sit down!

48. Shhhhhh it’s okay prince/princess, daddy/mommy knows you can’t control yourself, that’s why you had your diaper on. Come on, let’s check and see the damage.

49. Rise and shine baby, let’s get you on the changing table right now, mommy/daddy knows that you can’t wake up dry.

50. Mommy/daddy loves you little one, diapered bottom and all!

So when last night, he asked me to play with his bottom by either pegging or plugging, I was nervous. But putting on my bravest face, I quietly asked if I could try pegging him, an offer which was quickly and enthusiastically accepted. He led me to the bedroom and pulled out from his many boxes of toys a strap on harness and thick dildo. Dutifully, he slid the harness up my thighs and around my hips, but not before slipping a tiny rabbit bullet vibe in a hidden inner pocket.

Finally it was time. Swallowing my fears of being a bad dominant, a concern which I consistently battle, I grabbed my partner’s hip with one hand and slowly guided the strap on inside of him. As I pressed deeper, the most delicious moan escaped out of his lips, and once I was fully in, the look on his face triggered something deep inside of me.I pulled back and pushed all the way in once more. Moan after moan escaped his pretty lips and I reached around to play with his cock, the one that has made the same sounds come out of me so often.

Harder and faster, I fucked my subby boy, each thrust making me feel more powerful over him. Every noise he made dripped out of his lips and made me want to go even harder on him. I leaned down to bite his shoulder and, hand gripping his hair, pulled his head up so I could whisper in his ear:

“Do you like when I fuck you like my little bitch?”

He eagerly agreed with me and I continued pounding him. Several positions and an orgasm (for me) later, I had my boy on his back, fondling his cock while I drove down into his asshole.

“Beg me,” I demanded. “Beg me to let you cum.”

And beg he did; and I don’t know if it was the horomones or some other innate desire, but seeing the man who has spanked me, bound me, diapered me, denied me orgasms, and fucked me begging me to let him cum while I fucked his tight ass awoke something deep down inside me. I said yes, cum for me, baby, and cum he did.

After we collapsed in a sweaty piles of limbs and I held him close and told him what a good boy he was for me. But as I played with his hair and held him tight, I wondered if he knew just how much more I was planning to do to him at the first chance I received 😏

“No, please, give it back! I wasn’t done!” “You’ve had quite enough, you pervert. I said five minutes, it’s been almost seven.” Jess smiled and plopped my pacifier back in my mouth. Despite my half-hearted protests, Jess wrested the vibrator out of my hands and promptly locked it back in its drawer. I’d followed her instructions to the “t” – I was only allowed to use it on my balls, the area between my balls and my butthole, and against my buttplug, if I was so inclined, all under her supervision. Still, I hadn’t been able to milk myself in time – I had a lot to learn. I hadn’t been let out of chastity for most of the past seven months, hadn’t been allowed to cum outside of my cage in six months, and hadn’t even been allowed to do that since the rule was instated. And that was before Jess told me that she no longer saw me as her boyfriend and became my full-time Mommy three weeks ago. This was my treat instead of our usual Snuggle Time – Jess was going out with her friends tonight, and I’d have to drink my nighttime bottle by my lonesome. “Oh, baby, your balls look so tender…” Jess said, poking, or more like jabbing, at them. “…and you’re leaking like a faucet.” As I lay there on the changing table, she bent down and cruelly exhaled with her mouth inches from my chastity cage. I couldn’t remember what her mouth even felt like, and so I whimpered instead. “Oops, there you go again. Drip, drip, drip…” dabbing her fingers against my cage, she accumulated some of my sticky leaks on her fingers, removed my pacifier, and let me suck her fingers clean. I didn’t even need to be asked, and kissed her fingers on the way out. “T-thank you, Mommy…” “God, you’re so pathetic. We should’ve done this ages ago. You’ve been so much better-behaved since our little talk…” Jess placed her hand on my cheek and comforted me in my frustration. Looking me directly in the eyes, she whispered: “Mommy likes it when you squirm, Princess.” Mhmph… “Now, let’s finish up your diaper change – Rachel and Kara will be here soon, and you still have to help me into my outfit.” Jess locked my wrists into the cuffs on the changing table in order to remove my chastity cage and buttplug, clean me up, and relube them. She rubbed me down with lotion. One, two, three layers of diapers, and three boosters – and a heap of powder, enough to ensure I’d last all night without leaking, if Jess couldn’t come home for some reason… She helped me into one of my favorite onesies – white with pink little pacifiers and the word “Princess” patterned all over it. The crotch barely snapped over my thick padding, but I felt a little less nervous about coming out to Rachel and Kara knowing that my bare diapers wouldn’t be hanging out, at least…and a pair of thigh-high socks, striped pink and white with little bows at the top, completed my outfit. “You look adorable, babydoll. I know you’re a little anxious about starting to come out to our friends, but it’s time, right?” Mhm. Jess uncuffed me, and handed me my favorite stuffie, a little Fennec fox named Felix, whom I couldn’t help but hold close. I was never very into the whole adult baby angle of my diaper fetish, but Jess absolutely was, and since I was her Princess now she’d started showering me with the stuff. I’m still getting used to some of it, but I took to the stuffed animals quite quickly – they could be very comforting during the nights I felt especially lonely when Jess exiled me from the bedroom to see Dan or one of the other guys she’d brought home recently. She kissed me on the forehead, and I almost melted. “Mommy loves you, darling. You can do this. Now, come help me get ready for tonight.” Taking me by the hand, she led me out of the spare room, er, the nursery, where she’d setup an adult-sized crib, changing table, and begun storing all of my new clothes. I hate being in there when I’m not getting my diaper changed because it means I’m either being punished for some petty mistake, or I’m spending the night in a fucking crib trying to sleep through the sounds of her making love what seems like all hours of the night. “Keep your eyes where they belong, Princess, no staring. Help Mommy get undressed.” I obliged, and helped lift her shirt over her head, and undid her bra. I pulled her yoga pants and panties down, trying to sneak as many peeks at her marvelous ass as I could. “Those, the black ones I took out, there, you’ve got it.” I helped her slip into a tight, lacey thong, and into an expensive new bra I’d helped her pick out last week – it made her breasts look even more amazing. I couldn’t help but feel my little locked dick twitch in its cage. We were running short on time as it was, so I was mercifully spared further teasing, and we went straight to slipping her into the tightest pair of jeans she owned. She’d already picked out a shiny top for herself, one that let her choose to be more or less revealing with her cleavage depending on how much she wanted to unzip her jacket… Knock knock. My heart dropped. “Oh, they’re here already – grab my shoes, I’ll meet you at the door.” I kept sucking more and more feverishly on my pacifier, and time seemed to slow down as I bent down, picked up Mommy’s shoes, and walked out of the bedroom toward the living room and the sound of voices. “You look great, where’s – oh my God.” Rachel covered her mouth in surprise, Kara squinted in what looked like a sort of confusion, and Jess beamed at me, smiling from ear to ear. I held my stuffie close. “See, I told you things would be a little…different from now on.” Jess said, with a bit of a chuckle. “Sam, is that you?” Rachel exclaimed. “You look adorable! Is that…” she came closer to inspect me more fully without the slightest hesitation. “…is that a diaper under your onesie? Jessy, Sam’s an adult baby?” “Well,” Jess began, “it’s a little more complicated than that. It started out with his little diaper fetish, and, I’m a little embarrassed – I kind of enjoyed changing his diapers. He started to wet the bed, and then after about a year he needed them during the daytime, too, but the real trouble started when he had trouble keeping his hands off of himself when I wasn’t around, and it was really affecting our sex life.” Kara now joined them both in looking me over – I felt like I was sweating bullets. They were both dressed for the club, and Kara’s tight clothing choices for her tight body made her all the more intimidating. “So he can’t even get it up anymore? On top of all that?” Kara scoffed. “Sammy, you poor little thing.” “We tried everything, we even started locking him in a chastity device to try weening him off of his nasty little habit, but he’d become too dependent on his diapers by that point.” “Even after Jess told you about her little fling, you just went along with it, Sam? ” Rachel asked me. “About Mark? Of course…” Jess spoke for me, and I felt tears building up as Jess took my hand and sat me down on her lap to comfort me. “…Sammy forgave me, but he knows I have needs, too. We’re still in love, aren’t we, baby?” Jess removed my pacifier, and trying to sound like I wasn’t about to cry, blurted out: “Y-yes, Mommy…I love you very much.” I sniffled a bit, and she put my pacifier back in, signaling with her eyes a mixture of pride, tenderness, and her own arousal at humiliating me like this. “That’s my baby girl. So Sam agreed to become my little Princess Sammy, and I agreed to keep taking care of him, as long as it was clear that I didn’t think of myself as his girlfriend, anymore. And you guys, it’s so much better like this for both of us…” “Aw, Sammy, you’re so lucky to have such a nice lady to take care of you. And Jess, he looks adorable, really,” Rachel said. “I love this onesie – it’s so girly!” “I’m so happy for you two,” Kara began, “…are you taking applications for babysitters?” I felt my eyes go wide. “Well, now that you ask…” They all giggled together, and I tried as hard as possible not to give any indication that I could feel a stream of warm piss flowing into my thick padding.

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“You’re allowed two hours of video games, your bottle’s in the fridge, and remember to stay out of my panty drawer. Check your phone every hour, and text me if you need anything, baby.”

*Whoosh* “Hard no.” *Whoosh*

“Hmmm…nah.” *Whoosh*

“Oh, he’s cute…what do you think of him?”

Kara turned her phone more directly towards me and began scrolling through ‘Richard’’s Tinder photos.

“Meathead. He’s gotta be over-compensating for something with those abs…are you sure that’s not a bot?”

“You’re just saying that – his profile says he’s a firefighter, that he likes sushi and Bob’s Burgers…sounds real to me.”

*Shing*

“Ooo! We matched!” a smile grew across Kara’s face. “I guess we’ll find out if he is real – ooo, he already messaged me!” “Can we play something else?” “What, aren’t you having fun playing Tinder with me? Not until your nails are done drying. Oh, that reminds me, Jess wanted me to show her how they came out – gimme your hand.” I meekly offered my hand for Kara to pose as she took photos of the immaculate pink polish she’d helped me put on earlier tonight – Jess only ‘trusts’ me to paint my finger nails under supervision until I start “showing some initiative”…whatever that means. I thought it was bad enough that I had pink toenails…now this? “Jess says ‘Hi Princess – your nails look so pretty – you’re lucky to have such a good babysitter’ – damn right you are, oh, heh,” Kara let out a little giggle before continuing to read the text message: “…’see you in the morning, babydol!l’ and uh…the rest of the message is for me. You only drank one of the bottles Jess told me to feed to you, right? Don’t roll your eyes at me!”

“You know how many I drank, Kara, come on-” “What’s the matter, baby Sammy’s feeling fussy? Must be time for your next bah-bah – oh – and your diapers are certainly still thirsty.” Kara pressed down on my crotch to make sure I was still crinkling; she made me wince as the bulk of my diaper padding pressed up against my chastity device and my achey balls. I really wish she’d kept her leggings on. “Let me get you another bottle and we can watch something appropriate for fussy babies…” I couldn’t help but stare at Kara’s tight bubble butt jutting out beneath her t shirt, adorned marvelously with a pair of boyshorts that I swear are a size too small, as skinny as she is, as she sauntered over to the refrigerator. As long as I’d been dating Jess I’d practically begged for her to ask Kara if she wanted to try playing around together…and of course when I finally get to see her in less than a swimsuit it’s while she’s fucking babysitting me while Jess is out getting railed. “Stop staring, I can see you.” “I was not…” “Liar! I saw you start rubbing down there. Baby girls don’t touch their naughty parts like that – lie like that to me again and I’m telling Jess.”

“Alright, alright – I was staring – just don’t tell her, please?”

Kara walked back over, handed me my next bottle of milk and snuggled up next to me under the blanket on the couch, her fingers twirling the pacifier hanging around my neck. Just the feeling of her bare skin up against mine made my chub twitch in its cage. “I won’t tell her – if you tell me what you did to get in so much trouble that she needed me to babysit you so last minute.” Sigh. “I was doing laundry like she asked me to and she caught me checking out her dirty undies…” Kara laughed, “again? Geez, you just can’t keep your nose out of her panties, huh? Isn’t this how you ended up wearing a chastity device in the first place, going through her laundry? Oh, don’t pout, she told me all about how upset you were after you found out about Mark.” “She told me she was visiting her family! Every single pair had cum stains in them…”

Some good news, I’ve been talking to two developers now and got them working together, we just had a meeting with the guys behind an existing large (millions of users) site similar to Tumblr, with a vibrant and open-minded community, and more importantly, it has open-minded owners who believe in free speech. They think we can get something done here to rescue the whole community.

I’m not allowed to reveal the site name yet. I can tell you it’s mainstream, open to everyone, open-minded and welcoming. (It’s not WordPress or any site owned by Facebook or Twitter. It’s not Pillowfort, that’s in closed beta. It’s not Ello, that’s mainly for artists. It’s not kinkspace or fetlife, those are too specialist. It’s not jux, that seems to be closed. It’s not Soup, that seems still in development and too small.)

One of the reasons for delaying the announcement for next few days is they don’t want a “land grab” where people take the names of current popular Tumblr users over there (cyber squatting). So they are looking at ways for existing Tumblr users to keep the same names on the new site.

More info over the days to come.

The plan is, broadly:

1. By December 9th, announcement of the new site and how to secure your username there

2. By December 10th, an online tool for bloggers to copy their existing content to the new site automatically, with the same tags and captions.

3. Bloggers will need to copy their content across between December 10th and December 17th if they want to use the automatic tool.

4. My understanding is that after December 17th there will be no public access to any “flagged” posts on Tumblr, but the original poster will still be able to see the flagged post (for a short time at least). Therefore, the original poster may still be able to manually download a post to their own PC or phone, after December 17th, and manually upload it to the other site. But if you have lots of posts that will take a long time, it will be better to use the automatic tool before December 17th.

Please understand that these dates are approximate and may change for technical or other reasons.

There may be a few rough edges or not so perfect looking site design on the transfer tool. Everyone is doing their best. The main goal here is to help as many people as possible preserve access to their content, in the short space of time Tumblr has allowed us, and preserve as much as possible of the Tumblr community spirit somewhere new.

The new site will cater for photo, GIF, text and html posts. It will not offer video and audio posts, due to cost reasons - maybe in future, but for now you will need to preserve video and audio content yourself in some other place.

If your Tumblr blog has a mixture of original content and reblogs, or all reblogs, all of that can be copied over to the new site. Reblogs will become “your” original content if nobody else posted them yet, otherwise they will be shown as reblogs. The devs are looking at ways to preserve attribution of reblogs back to the original Tumblr poster, if that person also moves to the new site.

Important: your Likes cannot be copied from Tumblr to the new site. You will have to go find the same posts again on the new site, and like them afresh.

(Similarly, existing reblog comments, asks, messages and other user interaction on Tumblr cannot be copied to the new site - that’s just too much to do, in the short time available.)

If you want to preserve any of your existing Liked posts on Tumblr, you will need to either: (1) download the post to your own PC, or: (2A) reblog it now to your own Tumblr blog, and then (2B) use the automatic tool, before December 17th, to move your whole Tumblr blog across to the new site.

If you have Liked a lot of posts here on Tumblr, the gridllr.com webapp should be able to help you do steps 1 and 2A quickly, I mean download or reblog.

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Traditional spousal roles include a dominant male and a submissive female. These roles have been changing so that men and women have a more egalitarian relationship. However, some couples enjoy a relationship in which the woman is more dominant than the man…

In order for this to work, both parties need to agree it’s what they want. The dominant female differs from a dominatrix as the role is expanded to include all areas of the relationship, not just the sexual aspects…

A basic guideline

Talk to your man about the role you want, or he wants you to take as a dominant woman. Some men suggest this role because they find it more alluring or comfortable; others are open to it as a way to add some spice to the relationship on a part-time or, in some cases, full-time basis. Find out what you both want from the relationship and what the comfort zones are as far as dominance. Make a list of the areas you want to dominate. This can include things like household chores, sexual relations or controlling how free time is spent. Approach your man with the list to see if these areas are agreeable to him. Take the initiative in these areas. Tell your man what chores to do and when to do them, how he will spend time on his days off and what you expect in the bedroom. Some dominant women expand the dominance in the bedroom to include submissive positions and things like bondage equipment, but this up to the comfort level of both parties…

Training your man to adapt to a female-led relationship

As mentioned above, in order to train your man you will need to establish an agreement of the things you want him to learn, the rules you want him to practice and eventually stick to. Unless your only ambition is part-time bedroom play, if you have no ‘female led relationship’ agreement or relationship strategy you are not ready for training or creating profound changes in your relationship.

Fact is, the more you demand, the more you will eventually receive.

Your regular and playful, but firm acknowledgement of him as the submissive party in your relationship will very quickly encourage your man to become far more service-oriented than you could ever have imagined.

It must be said that beginners to this lifestyle often struggle most with the following dilemma: what you want your man to learn in your female led relationship and what he wants to learn are very different. In all likelihood, you want him to learn to overcome his bad habits, work independently, take a little more initiative around the house, find fulfillment in growing, gain confidence in your leadership and participate as your supportive follower. He primarily wants to learn how to serve your body, obey your commands, please you sexually, humble himself and learn what it is like to surrender. Because of the difference and size of the task at hand you must choose your personal targets and accompanying rules for him wisely…

As with all things, the middle ground is often found through compromise. If you want his undivided attention, and pampering, then you’ll need to play into his fantasy. He will love it, and you will get better results. Make it your first goal to find out what motivates him, his innermost sexual fantasies,…and use this information to tease and arouse him, edging him on further towards serving you unconditionally and accepting a more female led relationship.

Chances are, he was the one who showed initial interest, and suggested to you a possible change in lifestyle, one that strokes his fantasies and is more than just bedroom play. In this particular fantasy of his you can safely assume that:

1) He wants you to exert power over him including humiliation and punishment of some sort. 2) He wants your interest and participation level to be high and for you to show confidence and make demands. 3) He wants you to control sex and his orgasm, often including fantasies of fetish sex, props and costumes. 4) He has a willingness to give up control to you. 5) He has a high interest in your body and in serving you as a woman.

Although no doubt overwhelming and possibly confusing at first, receiving such unbridled and enthusiastic attention from your man quickly becomes not only fun, but incredibly addictive. It is a fact that almost all women entering this lifestyle quickly see the rewards, and claim they would never choose to go back to the way things used to be in their relationships with their man. With a little variation and planning, you can enjoy rich personal pleasures from the man you love while playing into his fantasy.

The trick to training him and keeping him motivated consists of two elements; a degree of orgasm management on your behalf to ensure his masturbating doesn’t lock him into a constant state of sexual/emotional indifference, and a regular dose of teasing to keep his sexual energy’s flowing.

Let’s deal with the first point, orgasm management, often referred to or associated with chastity.

Chastity – An important key to a female-led relationship

It is a commonplace observation that men tend to be sexually wanton. Left to their own devices men will opt for multiple partners, spreading their “seed” as widely as possible. Sex is quick, often brutal, and focused on a single goal - ejaculation. Ejaculation leaves men depleted and often out of sorts. They lose their focus on their partner or the image that prompted their masturbatory fantasy. The biological and emotional signals seem to be for the male to leave after ejaculation and begin searching for his next sex partner. No wonder women are so often dissatisfied with their male partners…

Female-led relationships require the male to overcome this biological predisposition and the cultural conditioning that reinforces it. Female-led relationships require the male to find ultimate pleasure in his partner’s pleasure, rather than subordinating her pleasure to his own. This reorientation is a profound challenge for a male, one that no doubt accounts for the low (but growing) percentage of female-led relationships.

A program of chastity is the best way for men to reorient themselves so they are suitable for a female-led relationship. By chastity I mean that the male in a relationship does not have an orgasm unless it is in the presence and/or with the permission of his partner.

Some women and their partners prefer that the man maintain chastity through self-discipline. Others prefer the idea of using a chastity belt to enforce their chastity. There is no one right way to practice chastity, but most agree that a man who practices chastity is expressing profound respect for their partner and women generally. Many speak of their chastity as being a gift of their sex and their sexual energy to their female superior and the superior sex of which she is a part.

For a man who is used to unrestricted masturbation, chastity is a profound challenge. Yet, chastity is a challenge well worth undertaking because it can help lead to a transformation of a man’s relationship with his partner. Almost every account of a chastity regimen notes that the man becomes much more attentive to the needs of his partner, serving her better both sexually and in a myriad of other ways that are pleasing to her. The many religious traditions that use chastity/abstinence as a key element of their spiritual practice and service orientation are definitely onto something.

Resolve to restrict his orgasms to situations where he has first given you ample pleasure in some way, be it sexual or otherwise. If his need to masturbate is simply too overwhelming, as is often the case, encourage/command him to practice masturbating to the edge of orgasm and then stop.

In some female-led relationships the male may even be asked to occasionally provide sexual service with his penis while foregoing his own orgasm, a profound mental and physical challenge.

Other female-led relationships will be oriented so the chastised male will more often than not provide sexual service in every way except by using his penis. Ultimately, it is for you to decide how best to weave chastity into your relationship. What is important to understand, however, is that chastity is one great way to keep your submissive man feeling and expressing his submissiveness to you.

The importance of teasing

As touched upon before, a vital step to driving your man wild, and controlling or influencing his behavior lies in understanding and knowing what he envisions or wants in his fantasies. It really can’t be understated how crucial it is to have at least some notion about what your man fantasizes about sexually, so try not to shy away from discussing this as openly as possible with him. At this point, it’s fair to say he has an outspoken fantasy to be sexually dominated in some way by a confident, powerful female, but how, and in what way exactly? Hereunder are some of the more popular female domination themes your man may harbor spoken or unspoken fantasies about.

Popular ‘female domination’ themes:

Dominatrix (Also called a ‘domme’ – a women who takes the dominant role in bondage, discipline and sadomasochism (deriving of pleasure from submitting to physical or emotional abuse)) Flogging (Also called whipping or caning) T&D (‘Tease and denial’ - used to describe any technique that involves the sexual stimulation of a male to cause intense arousal without climax) Pegging (A sexual practice in which a woman penetrates a man’s anus with a strap-on dildo) Forced feminization (Also known as ‘sissification’ - the practice of switching the gender role of a male submissive, usually achieved through cross-dressing, where the male is dressed in female attire, ranging from just wearing female undergarments to being fully dressed in very feminine attire and make-up) Golden showers (A paraphilia in which sexual excitement is associated with the sight or thought of urine or urination) Cum curious (A fetish whereby the male is forced after orgasm to clean up and swallow his seminal fluid) Forced chastity (A beltlike device designed to prevent masturbation or sexual intercourse) Cuckolding (A fetish describing a man’s desire to observe his partner have sex with another man) Bondage (The state of one who is bound as a slave) Cock and ball torture (Also called ‘ball busting’ - a sexual activity involving torture of the male genitals) Face sitting (Also known as ‘queening’ – female sits on or over the males face, typically to allow or force oral-genital or oral-anal contact) Wax play (Hot wax usually dripped from candles or ladled onto a person’s naked skin) Ruined orgasm (Stimulation is provided to the moment orgasm is inevitable, and then stopped by breaking all physical contact with the genitals just as orgasm begins)

In any case, whether you choose to actually act out some of his fantasies or not is entirely up to you. Often merely suggesting to your man that his fantasies may one day become a reality is all that is needed to get the desired result. What is important to understand though, is that he will be far more fulfilled and far more eager to please your every desire if you are in on his ‘dirty little secrets’. Do not underestimate the value of being able to tap into what sexually arouses your man. Some of his fantasies may well be too personal or embarrassing for him to share with you, in that case, playfully invite or, when aroused, order him to write some of them down and send them to you. Perhaps you already know a few of his fantasies. Do not judge him for what he fantasizes about. He really can’t help it, it’s simply the way your man happens to be hardwired. What you want to do is inject yourself into his fantasies. You want to know what turns him on the most so that you can use that information to exercise even more control and influence over him.

The bottom line is if the sexual energy he derives from his sexual fantasies is not somehow channeled through you, he will find other ways to feed his curiosity or hunger so why not indulge and play along? It’s about not only learning to tease him physically, but mentally as well. It is after all through his mind that you will have the most influence in changing his attitude and behavior towards accepting and embracing a more female led relationship. Remember too that expressing the secrets in his soul is something painfully difficult to do without the assurance that the woman on the other side of the relationship will accept it and value it as a treasured gift. Value and cherish the trust he is willingly placing in your hands.

It’s all about who??

In closing, let me share with you one last thought. The foundation of female authority within a female-led-relationship calls for her to dominate the male, and for him to worship, serve and submit to her. However by definition, in order for the female to dominate, she must have someone over whom she can wield her authority. Think of a planet populated with dominant women only, and no submissive males. When everyone is dominant, no one is dominant; without worker bees, there can be no queen bee. The presence of a submissive male is what bestows upon the female her opportunity to dominate. Ultimately then, female domination can never be truly ALL about the female. Rather, it is about the female being dominant as seen through the eyes of a male who acknowledges her superiority and derives pleasure and a personal fulfilment by worshipping and submitting to her authority.

Both halves of a female-led-relationship are therefore equally important, with each empowering the other in their respective roles. Each experiences emotional and physical rewards that feed from the other. It is Yin and Yang. It is a classic symbiotic relationship for which Mother Nature is so well known…

Been meaning to write this for awhile… my wife is not into diapers, but is very understanding of my interest in them. While she does not enjoy wearing them, she has no problem if I feel the need to put one on. Still, she finds little ways to be a part of my fetish without having to make herself uncomfortable.

Here is a quick list of the top ten ways she adds to the diaper experience without wearing one herself. If you have a spouse that does not want to play an active role in your diaper play, maybe they might still be willing to do some of these things:

10. Makes me diaper myself in front of her.

I can get shy when I decide to put on a diaper. I usually will retreat to a private area to get suited up, but she will often put her foot down and tell me to just diaper up in front of her. She’s never really looking since she isn’t really interested, but the idea that she might be watching is very appealing.

9. Draws attention to the fact that I am wearing.

She doesn’t ever do it unless we are alone (she knows I don’t want anyone else to know). During those times she will mention that I am crinkling, or give a playful slap on my butt. Sometimes she will just grab me and nod her approval.

8. Demands I strip down to check me out.

If I am wearing a pair of sweatpants or loose pajama pants and walk by she occasionally will stop me and tell me to drop my pants. She’ll then have me turn around a few times, and revel in my shyness. Sometimes she’ll drop a remark if I am wet, saying I need to go change.

7. Makes me wet in front of her.

This is pretty huge for me, since I am a bit shy when it comes to peeing. It doesn’t happen often, but there have been times where she’ll tell me to wet myself and wait until I obey.

6. Makes me wear in public.

Another huge one, since she knows I feel awkward going out in public with a diaper. Almost any trip to the movies she will check to see that I am wearing a diaper before we go. There is no feeling as awesome as when she pulls back the back of my pants to make sure I am all diapered up for a movie with her. However sometimes it is also for regular outings. We’ll be going out and she will tell me to go put on a diaper before we go. Or I have an errand to run and she’ll ask if I’m wearing a diaper.

She doesn’t do it for herself, it’s only because she knows I love it when she does it. I had to sit down and ask her to do it in the beginning, but now it’s just second nature for her.

5. Mentions diapers during sex.

She won’t wear a diaper, but she doesn’t mind talking about it. She’ll often mention what she’d look like if she put one on, using at as a form of “dirty talk” that appeals to me.

4. Never asks… commands.

She knows that it is more of a thrill for me if I don’t have a choice, so she will make it a point of forcing me to put on a diaper. She notices when I am in the mood, or just need a pick me up, and will suddenly get an evil look in hereyes and say, “Go put on a diaper. NOW.“ 

3. Surprises me with a prolonged diapering.

This can happen out of the blue, where she will suddenly tell me to wear diapers around the clock. Usually she will allow me to use the toilet when I need to poop, but the best times are when she doesn’t even allow that. The times that I would ask permission to use the toilet to poop, and she would say no, are probably some of my best diapered moments.

2. Interrupts me in the bathroom and gives me a diaper.

To be fair, when I need to poop I can be in the bathroom for thirty minutes or more and my wife hates to wait. On occasion she will come in and give me a diaper, telling me to get off the toilet. I don’t get any say in this and have to vacate the bathroom for her immediately.

There have also been instances where I need to be doing something (like cleaning or packing to go out for a weekend) when my stomach starts cramping up. This usually means that I am out of commission for twenty minutes while she continues on her own. Sometimes she gets fed up and makes me put on a diaper instead so I can keep helping. 

1. She is accepting, even though it is not her thing.

Bottom line, she accepts me for who I am and doesn’t let my love of diapers bother her in the least. She finds little ways to add to my experience without allowing it to affect her. She recognizes that this is something I need, and has always helped to make me feel better about myself. She makes sure I don’t look at diapers as a negative aspect of my life.

Husband is turned into a baby by his wife

The Marriage Guidance Councillor looked at her sternly, feeling no pity for the

weeping woman sitting in front of her.

“Pull yourself together Liz, you have no-one to blame but yourself.”

“But…you mean your telling me that it’s all my fault..” Liz screamed at the

young black haired Councillor sitting behind the large oak desk.

“Calm down,” the Councillor replied.  “Let me explain.” Liz sat quietly, wiping  the tears from her cheeks.

“Now, you have to turn the tables on him. Use the only weapon that a woman has…” The Councillor paused, allowing the question to sink in. Liz perked up interest.

“What weapon?”

“Sex, my dear, Sex.”

A frown appeared on Liz’s face. “But that’s what I’ve been trying to tell you, we haven’t made love now for three months, he has no interest in me at all.”

“Hush,” the Councillor spoke softly at her. “Why don’t you have sex any more?”

The silence was deafening, Liz looked flustered.

“Because he wants to play his sick games all the time, now I know the bastard is screwing someone else, probably paying her for it as well.”

“Well..?” The Councillor opened out her hands.

“Well what?”

“Tell me what it is that you consider so ‘sick’?” She asked patiently. Liz blushed slightly.

“He always wants me to be ‘cross’ when we are in bed.”

“Cross?”

“You know, aggressive,” Liz blushed even deeper. “He wants me to beat him, hurt

him.” Liz found it very difficult to continue.

“Please go on,” The Councillor goaded gently. “Really, I must know everything, and that really does mean everything.”

“He wants me to put fingers, or other things up inside him. He wants me to wee on him as well. Honestly Mrs. Simpson, I can’t see us staying together much longer, the atmosphere is dreadful in the house.” Liz sighed, slumping into her comfortable leather chair.

“That’s where your wrong, my dear, very wrong. Let me ask you, if you had to sum up his behaviour, how would you describe him?” Mrs.Simpson watched her client busy in thought.

“To be frank, Both in and out of bed, he’s like..” She halted, searching for the right word. “He’s like a ‘Baby’, a little infant who wants his mother to run after him all the time, sulking for days on end if he doesn’t get his own way. He’s rude and offensive to my friends, his table manners are disgusting and unless I run the bath for him and help him undress, he would never wash.”

“Do you still love him, feel anything for him?” The Councillor asked.

“He’s the same man I married, he hasn’t changed. I thought I could change him,” Liz shook her head slowly. “But I failed totally.” She started crying again.

Mrs.Simpson pulled a paper tissue out of a box on her desk and handed it to her.

“There, there, dry your eyes.”

Liz accepted the tissue and wiped her cheeks. When she had calmed down, the Councillor dropped her bombshell.

“Why don’t you treat him like a baby?”

“What!..”

“Listen Liz, if that’s how he behaves, that’s what he wants. In bed he wants to be treated like a baby, in the house he wants to be treated like a baby. He needs someone to wipe his face while he’s eating. He needs a ‘mummy’ to help him wash and dress in clean clothes. He needs a ‘mummy’ to admire, worship and love.

I’m afraid he doesn’t want a wife like you and me expect a wife to be, he really wants a 'mummy’ or 'nurse’ to be at his constant beck and call.” Mrs. Simpson paused to allow her words to sink in.

“You’re not serious are you?” Liz searched the Councillor’s eyes for signs of  mirth.

“Liz, I’ve never been more serious in my life. If you want to keep him and love him. If you want to maintain your standard of living, you know, comfortable house, friends and so on, you Liz, you must change, don’t expect him to, he’s far to self-centred to worry about anyone else’s feelings.” Liz listened carefully to the kind Councillor. She leaned forward.

“I think you’re right, Mrs.Simpson. But how do I turn him into a baby?”

“Think of babyhood, think of a helpless child and a sexual fetish material to go with it.” Liz looked puzzled,

“I don’t understand?”

“What do babies need?”

“Well, …nappies, rubber pants, and then there’s rompers, bibs, bottles, dummies, cots, the list is endless, is that what you mean?”

“All those items he associates with childhood, eventually he must be introduced to them all. Start of gently, you may not think that you’ll enjoy it but give him everything that he asks for in bed. After a while you’ll appreciate the power that you have over him. You’ll notice his sexual drive will be multiplied many times. Liz, if you control his mind,” the Councillor paused and smiled. “Which in this case is his penis, you’ll control him.”

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“How did you get on with the Councillor?” Tony splattered food over the tablecloth as he spoke to her.

“Oh, we had a long chat.” Liz smiled sweetly at him.

“I supposed you talked about my 'strange sexual demands’.” Tony added bitterly.

“We did”

“So everyone had a good laugh I suppose,” he spat at her.

“Actually no, she made me realize that some men need a dominant wife in bed. Tony, do you want a dominant wife?” Tony stopped eating and stared at her.

“Yes..yes, I do.” Liz was slightly disturbed at her reaction to his admission. A warm glow developed in her groin at seeing her husband’s crimson face.

“Well, when you’ve finished the washing-up, you can get out your 'box of toys’ and come up to the bedroom.” Liz had never asked her husband to help with the washing-up before, only because he had never offered. She was amazed at the speed he generated after the meal clearing away the dishes. She relaxed in the sitting room, sipping a cup of tea. Mrs.Simpson’s words echoing in her head..

“Control his Penis, and you control him..” She finished her drink and made her way up stairs.

“Here it is Darling.” Liz opened the shoe box that Tony had given her and emptied the contents onto the bed. She picked up a polythene packet.

“Disposable plastic gloves…for hygiene.” She read the packet label out loud, looking at Tony, who was having trouble maintaining eye contact with her.

“I suppose these are for your 'internal examination’, are they Tony?”

“Ye..Yes,” he stuttered at her, staring at some vague spot on the carpet. The  familiar wave of pleasure coursed through her belly. Liz had never seen her husband in this state before. Perspiration was beading on his forehead and a prominent lump pushed out the front of his trousers.

“Undress Tony.” Liz dropped the gloves and picked up a short plastic 'plug’. Mystified, she examined the two inch tube with a 'bottleneck’ at the base and twisted the shaft at the bottom. She laughed as the vibrator started buzzing in her hands.

“And this Tony?, I imagine this is to be used in the same place, up your little bottom, is that right?” Tony stopped undoing his belt. He was too ashamed, or maybe too excited to speak, just managing to nod his head as he continued disrobing. As he dropped his underpants and stepped out of them, Liz’s eyes leapt at the sight of his penis. She had never, in all their married days, seen it so strong and turgid. Fierce blue veins streaked around the shaft, radiating up from the base. It pushed violently in the air, the sticky purple glands totally free of his foreskin.

“My, we are excited today.” Liz picked up the final two items of the bed. “Dear boy, what are these?” She held them under his nose.

“They are wrist retainers Liz, to tie me up with…”

“Why do you like being tied up?”

“Liz, I want to be your slave..” Tony replied hoarsely. “I want to be helpless while you…” Tony’s voice died away. Liz prompted him.

“While I what?”

“Punish me, humiliate me..”

“You want to be helpless Tony, maybe like a baby?” Tony’s eyes lit up and shot to her face. In that moment Liz knew that Mrs. Simpson had been right. Tony was a overgrown baby, in every sense of the word. She waited for him to reply.

“Yes Liz, like a baby, helpless as a baby.”

“Well Tony, what a revelation!” Liz exclaimed in mock reproach. “And I thought you were a man. Come here Tony.” He stood next to her. Liz lifted his chin, forcing his downcast eyes to find hers.

“What do babies call the person who looks after them?”

“'Mummy’…Liz.” She looked down and saw him trembling.  “So, you better start calling me 'Mummy’ from now on, hadn’t you?”

“Yes…Mu..Mummy.” Tony stuttered. Liz reached behind her and unzipped her skirt. She allowed it to drop to the floor. Tony’s eyes followed it down, finding his gaze locked on her thighs. Liz was wearing black suspender belt and matching stockings and knickers. A few stray pubic hairs pushed out the side of her knickers.

“Tony, on your knees Darling.” Her quietly spoken order had an immediate effect and Tony found himself eye level with her crotch, three inches away. She shuffled in closer, forcing contact as his nose touched the nylon material covering her sex. She waited there a few moments, allowing Tony to make full use of his senses. She was well aware that her pants were damp, her vagina had been gushing juices for the last five minutes. Even the touch of his nose, pressing into her had encouraged further flow. Liz retrieved the leather straps and fastened his wrists behind his back.

“There! my little infant is secure.” Liz’s hand stroked the back of his head, pulling him into her damp knickers.

“As a baby Tony, you were helpless, you had hands, but Mummy had to do everything, didn’t she? Now Darling, nothing has changed, your still a baby, as helpless as the day you were born, aren’t you?”

Liz didn’t encourage a reply, preferring Tony to rest against her sex. She pulled back and slowly slid her knickers down over her thighs. They fell to the floor and Liz picked them up.

“Open your mouth baby,” Tony obeyed and Liz pushed the balled material into his mouth, effectively gagging him.

“As a baby Tony, you couldn’t talk, could you? As a baby now, you can’t either. In fact darling, your totally in my power.” She stepped closer to him, her swollen vulva opening to allow his nose to enter.

“Does Mummy smell nice darling, that’s Mummy’s wee-wee hole. Mummies always smell nicer than babies in that place, don’t they.” Liz pulled harder on the back of his head, the pressure of his nose exciting her distended clitoris. Liz continued with her soft dialogue, well aware that her guiding tones were exciting her husband even more. She looked down at his penis, satisfaction showing clearly on her face as seminal fluid was bubbling out of the tip and rolling down the shaft. Liz pulled away and helped Tony to his feet.

“Mummy’s got a surprise for you,” she gushed. Liz picked up a brown paper bag and pulled out the contents. “Look, I’ve been to the Health Appliances shop today, and a nice little man was able to supply me with these; Rubber sheet and Rubber pants.” Liz gloated as she looked into the worried eyes of her husband. She pulled the knickers out of his mouth.

“Now tell me Tony, as a baby, why on earth would you need a rubber sheet to lie on and rubber pants to wear?” Liz smiled to herself as viewed her husband’s crestfallen face. He looked totally devastated! She reached over and pinched his ear.

“Eh?…Tony darling, I’m waiting for a reply. Please don’t keep Mummy waiting for too long, otherwise Mummy will smack baby’s bottom.”

“Because babies can’t control their bladders Mummy,” he mumbled.

“Why of course Darling,” Liz said with sarcastic surprise. “And tell me, what do smelly little babies who do wee-wee’s in their pants need under their rubber knickers?”

“Nappies Mummy.” Tony started to weep and Liz realized that in his dreams he might have wished to return to Infancy, but the regression happening in real life was proving far too humiliating for him to bear. She picked up the disposable gloves, vibrator and a pair of tweezers off the dressing table, left him to his shame and started running the bath water.

When the bath was ready, Liz called him in. the tears had stopped now, emotion drained out of him for the time being. Liz wanted to cuddle him, let him lie quietly at her breast, while he sucked gently. But now was not the time to weaken; the gentle approach would come later when Tony had totally accepted his new status in the house. He had a week’s holiday due and on Monday morning would be surprising the office with a phone call. Liz toyed with the idea of taking the wrist retainers off but decided against it. Rebellion at this stage could be detrimental to progress. She helped him into the bath, grateful that he weighed only ten stone and found it easy to control his balance.

“I think kneeling would be most comfortable, I can certainly get at all baby’s important little bits.” Liz covered a sponge with soap and started rubbing his  back down. Long overdue, she thought. This will be the first proper wash he’s had since he was a child when his own mother had done it. Sharing a bed with him for the last four years hadn’t been the healthiest experience she’d ever known.

“Ow!’ Tony exclaimed as the sponge dived deeply between his buttocks. Liz ignored his protest and continued with the wash, being just as rough on his sexual organs as well.

“Stop whimpering Tony, you’ll be having a wash like this every day.” His penis  had shrunk to a stump now, his excitement had died at the moment his feet touched the water. Liz was smugly satisfied that being a baby would have its drawbacks as well as the fun times. She was aware that she was still half naked, with her sex on full view, but poor Tony was more interested in surviving the bath than looking at her. As she pulled him out, he managed to cover her in water.

“Oh dear, I wished I’d bought an apron now, all babies are messy creatures and you are no exception. Now lie on the towel while I dry you.” Liz arranged a large bath sheet on the carpet and helped Tony down onto it. He winced as he made contact with the floor; lying on his back with his hands fastened behind certainly isn’t everybody’s idea of fun. Liz showed no sympathy, kneeling between his legs and rubbing him hard with another towel. Tony sighed with relief as Liz instructed him to bend his legs and push up, thereby taking a lot of weight off his crushed arms. The towel disappeared around his buttocks and between his cheeks.

“There, finished. And now darling, I’m afraid it’s time for your punishment.” Liz giggled. “I hope that you’ll take it like a man, but that’s not possible. is it darling? I’m afraid you’ll always be a baby, and Mummy has got to punish baby sometimes.”

Tony shivered, looking a bit pale. Liz pushed his folded knees apart and edged in so her knees were touching the backs of his thighs. Slowly and deliberately, she extracted a plastic glove from the packet and pulled it on her left hand, each finger sliding home on by one. She smiled as his manhood came leaping back to size. Poor boy, that will be short lived I’m afraid. Liz dipped her second finger in a jar of Vaseline. Tony automatically raised his hips as the finger wormed its way home. He gasped in pleasure at the intrusion, screwing up his eyes with pleasure.

“Is that nice darling? Now keep your eyes closed, Mummy’s got another surprise for you.” Liz picked up the tweezers in her right hand and delicately pinched two pubic hairs, growing alone on his scrotum. She reached down and gently traced a path up his hot shaft with her tongue. Tony moaned with pleasure and then screamed in pain as Liz pulled her right hand away, ripping the two hairs out of the delicate skin of his scrotum.

“Hurts, doesn’t it Darling?” Liz grabbed a couple more hairs with the pincers. Tony tried to wriggle away but Liz had him well restrained with her finger, deep inside him.

“Pain is something I know a lot about Tony, and you’ve managed to cause me a hell of a lot recently.” Liz’s tone had changed now, her eyes burned away at him. “You learnt how to cry this evening, but I learnt many years ago.”

“What are to talking about Liz?” asked Tony, concern showing in his face.

“Where were you last Friday night?”

“At the office, like I told you.. Ahh”

“Liar,” screamed Liz, displaying two freshly plucked hairs under his nose. “Now, tell me the truth, I know you were not at the office.” She gripped a fresh hair at the base of his penis and felt him flinch around her finger. “This will go on till I get an answer.” She slowly strained at the hair, Tony’s eyes opening wide as he watched the skin being stretched upwards.

“No, please stop Liz..” he wailed.

“Well?”

“I was with a woman..” he mumbled. Liz relaxed her grip on the hair and put the tweezers down.

“What, Any woman?”

“She was a professional girl.”

“And?” Liz spent the next five minutes listening to a pathetic tale of his lonely visits to various prostitutes, all of them supplying the same service.

“That’s why you never wanted to sleep with me. Hell! you must have spent a fortune over the last four years,” exclaimed Liz. “Well Darling, I’ll tell you something for free, you’ll never have the opportunity again to stray from the flock. When you’re not at work, you’ll be home, won’t you?”

“Of course Liz, all that’s finished now.” Tony replied. Liz gave him her sweetest smile.

“I know Darling, it’s not that I don’t trust you, but I’ll be taking certain precautions..” Liz withdrew her left hand and disposed of the plastic glove. She picked up the plastic 'plug’, greased it and pushed it home.

“There, comfortable? Is Baby feeling full?” Tony’s eyes were open wide, wondering if this really was his wife, or just a dream.

“That comes out at potty time in the morning, Mummy doesn’t like dirty babies.” Liz jumped up, and opened the linen cupboard, tugging at a large white towel.

“Time for your nappy, a nice tight nappy. We don’t want your plug coming out, do we? Now turn over onto your tummy, Mummy’s going to put your nappy  on with the pins at the back. While your in bed, your hands will be fastened in front of you, but I don’t think that you’ll be playing with yourself, only Mummy will be able to play with your little willie.”

Tony turned over, presenting his slim bottom to his wife. She slid the folded nappy under his groin, pulling it up between his thighs and pinning it firmly to the rest of the nappy at the top of each buttock. Tony winced with the pressure of the nappy, which brought a playful slap from Liz.

“Ah, poor baby in his tight nappy, but Mummy doesn’t want her 'safety plug’ coming out, and also Mummy doesn’t want her baby playing with himself.”

Liz turned him over, satisfied that his penis was securely imprisoned inside the tight fabric. She picked up the rubber pants and held them out in front of him.

“We must put Baby’s Rubber’s on Darling, we don’t want any nasty, messy bedsheets, and Baby Tony’s waterproofs will keep it all inside till poor Mummy has to give him a change.”

Liz’s baby talk was having a devastating effect on her poor husband, who was cringing every time, she opened her mouth. She guided his feet into the pants and pulled them up his legs.

“Lift your bottom darling….there.” Liz patted his rubber covered crotch. Liz helped Tony sit up and then released him from his bonds. When his arms were free, he gingerly brought them around the front, groaning as the blood started circulating around his freed limbs. Liz took his hand and they made their way back to the bedroom. She pulled the bedcovers back and spread the rubber sheet on his side of the bed.

“I was going to make you sleep in the spare room, but I changed my mind; Mummy’s privilege you know, now come and lie down, it’s time for bed.”

Tony hesitated for a moment, before lowering his padded bottom onto the white rubber. Liz lifted his legs onto the bed and pushed his chest down. Tony lay quietly, holding his hands tightly over his chest. Liz stood over him and took off her blouse.

“Relax now darling, Mummy’s cross with you but she’s not going to hurt you any more,” Liz cupped her breasts and lifted them forward, taunting him, exciting him. Tony reached out with a hand and stroked a breast, Liz only pulling back when Tony squeezed and tried to pull her forward.

“Naughty baby, you can have Mummy’s breast when you are ready.: Liz picked up the leather wrist straps.

“Arms above your head, Mummy is going to tie you up again.”

“Please Mummy no, not again, I’ll be good, I promise!” Tony’s voice had a note of panic in it. He tried to hide his hands under his backside. Liz smiled down at him, stroking his hair.

“Poor baby, Mummy’s going to give you your first accident soon,” Liz’s hand reached down and squeezed his penis. Tony let out a groan of pleasure and produced his hands from their hiding place, covering her own.

“Good boy,” Liz whispered at him, cooing gently as his hips started pushing up into her grip. Tony didn’t appear to notice, as Liz buckled the strap onto his wrist. Soon Tony’s arms were stretched over his head and fastened to the headboard. To reassure him, Liz continued to massage his throbbing penis for a minute, rubbing hard through the thick folds of the nappy. Tony opened his eyes when she stopped and tested the bonds that were imprisoning his arms.

“Now Baby, you’re all mine again, if you’re very good, Mummy will finish you off later, but now Mummy wants something for herself.”

Liz climbed onto the bed and sat astride him, She leaned forward and rested her hands on his bulky loins, moving her calves under his upper arms. The sight facing Tony was fantastic. He had never seen his wife in this position before and he felt overwhelmingly humbled as her wide open pussy slowly descended on his face.

Liz shuddered as she rested half an inch off his mouth, his hot breath already stimulating her aroused clitoris. She sat down heavily on him, feeling Tony’s tongue busy at work already. Every time it lapped over her clitoris, a wave of pleasure spread through her. Her senses were on fire, every nerve in her pussy sent vivid messages around her body. Pushing down with her hips, she felt his nose pressing hard against her Anus and his teeth against her clitoris. Liz feverishly increased the tempo and with a scream, fell forward as the orgasm shook every inch of her body.

“Liz, Liz…please..” Tony’s plead drifted through the blankets of her mind. She relaxed, feeling sweat, juices and saliva roll lazily out of her sated vagina.

“That was beautiful Darling, you should have told me four years ago that you were a baby, a big, beautiful baby.” Liz smiled, climbed off and kissed him on the lips.

“Now it’s your turn, Mummy must check for accidents,” she whispered in his ear. Liz rolled the Rubber Pants half way down, exposing the nappy, stretched tightly over his firm penis. She tried to push her hand under the waist, but found it was impossible. Liz withdrew a finger, sticky with discharge.

“Mummy’s going to have to play with her baby through his nappy..” Her hand cupped around the firm bulge of his nappy covered cock and rolled it up and down, slowly at first and then quickly, the activity bringing out healthy perspiration on her forehead.

Tony shouted as he came, “Mum..mumy!”

His hips jumping around on the rubber beneath, hot semen hammering into the waiting nappy. Liz tidied up the waterproof pants around his waist, tucking in any loose material under the tight seal of the rubbers. As she pulled the duvet over him, Tony started crying.

“What’s the matter Darling?” Liz sat on the bed next to him and wiped the tears away with her thumb.

“Mummy, I’m so happy, I love you so very, very much.” Liz kissed him.

“And I you Baby, I know I love you.” Tony tried to raise himself, only to be pulled back to the pillow by his fastened arms.

“Please take them off Mummy?” At the last moment, Liz stopped herself.

“Soon Darling, Soon. When you prove to me that you really do need me to look after you. We won’t need the wrist straps any more.”

“But..”

“No buts, sleep now.” Liz turned off the bedside light and left the room.

Liz yawned and finished the dregs of her cocoa. Watching her sleeping husband brought a warm glow over her.

“A different man,” she mused to herself. She pulled the duvet back and pushed her hand under the rubber waist band of his pants. Soaking! The sharp smell of wee wafted up to her nostrils. Just like a baby, she smiled to herself, hiding the sodden material under the rubber pants. Liz was amazed by the transformation that had taken place, if only she had known sooner. We have certainly got a lot of catching up to do. Liz reached up and unfastened the straps around his wrists, tucking the freed limbs under the cover.