Staple Saucey

in a scene? almost always yes 😊 but there is also a lot of fun in daddy having me choose things like what design pull-ups or diapers to wear (though i love when he picks and dresses me up). it's almost like having a little job and it makes little me feel important!! another fun thing is him having me choose first and then overriding it, like if he told me to pick out what to wear and i bring him pull-ups and he goes "hmm no, i think you're too little for this." 🙈

structure is also one of the most prominent things at the root of my kinks. so in other words, i like when he tells me no and i like when he decides what is best for me- but this is all because it is Him doing this. i trust him immensely to have my best interest at heart always and he has shown so many times that he does, so i trust his judgement and i love to look up to him for guidance. outside of my relationship i've led a very independent life so him giving me a break from making decisions makes me feel safe, cared for, and loved (even if I'm "upset", like when i want to eat a million ice pops for dinner and he suggest nutrients 🙄). someone has a really great post on loving when your dom says no, i will see if I can find it to tag!

As the adults on the table finished their cake, the vibrator inside of my diaper sprang to life. I turned around, just to look directly into mommys prompting eyes. My pleading view was wiped away with a shake of her head. I knew what I had to do.

So I turned onto my belly again. As I started to hump my diaper, one after another of mommys guests fell silent. Apart from the loud crinkle of my diaper, the room was silent. Well, if you ignore the noises from the coffee cups of course. But to get to an Orgasm and end this ridiculous situation, you have to ignore them, along with the people responsible for these noises. 

When I heard a slurp from one of these cups, I started moaning. I could feel all of these views piercing through my back, examining my diaper, my outfit, my pigtails, dissecting every movement of my hips. I rustled myself closer to orgasm, ignoring the dead silence of mommys coffee club, trying to pretend I wasn’t getting off from this humiliation, trying to keep at least a fraction of my dignitiy. 

My climax was loud. Not only because I didn’t even attempt to keep back any of my moans, no, it was also accompanied by an excited applause.