Utterly Confused

Imagine moving into your own place for the first time in your life. You go to bed in your normal clothes, but in the morning, you're shocked to wake up wearing a fluffy white diaper and childish onesie, with a giant pacifier in your mouth.

You scramble out of bed in a wild panic. Your doors and windows are locked. There's nobody here but you. You call the police, but are too embarrassed to explain what happened, and they shrug off your vague complaint as the jitters of a young adult who's scared to live alone.

The same thing happens the next night: when your eyes open, you can feel the bulky crinkle between your legs and the onesie holding your diaper snug against your crotch. The paci nipple is planted firmly between your lips.

You throw the clothes away. You get the locks changed. You set up a camera in your room at night, but there's always something wrong with the feed. You look into moving, but you can't afford to break your lease.

Again and again, every morning, you're diapered, onesied, and pacified. You feel violated. You lie awake for hours each night, waiting for something to happen, but sleep always takes you eventually.

After a few months, you stop fighting it. You're too exhausted to be scared anymore. You even go to bed wearing the onesie already, since you're sick of replacing your normal bedclothes that always disappear by morning.

🤐 Level 0- They quietly ask if you're wet.

🖐️Level 1- They lightly grope the outside of your pants to see how damp they feel while you play in the park.

↩️ Level 2- They pull back your waistband and loudly ask if you pooped in the grocery store.

⬇️ Level 3- They pull your pants all the way down, revealing your entire diaper and tell you how destroyed it is. They do not care if you're at the mall with your friends.

Knock knock! Just kidding, I took the door off your nursery weeks ago. Assume the position.

Hmmm, it took you almost 3 seconds to pick yourself up off the floor. Your coloring book isn't that important, honey. This is important. That's a demerit. ❌️

Hands clasped together sweetly. Good. ✅️

Toes turned in towards each other. Very cute. ✅️

Paci was already in. Glad to see it this time. ✅️

That soggy diaper is poking out proudly! Don't flinch. SMACK! And again. SMACK! You stopped smiling with your eyes. You always lose focus on the second spank. Demerit. ❌️

What's this? Barely any drool on your bib? Are you still swallowing your spit when I'm not around? Unacceptable. That's a BIG demerit. ❌️❌️❌️

These seem like little things, but your rules are important, honey. It's not just about bedtimes and diaper changes, it's about how you hold your body. How you react emotionally. How you speak. Anyone can follow the big rules. It's the little rules that will turn you into the humiliated diaper dumper I want you to be.

I'll give you a positive mark because you're starting to cry, and crying is encouraged when you disappoint me. ✅️ We've still got a lot of work to do, though.

Come pick out your paddle.

Hehehe yes! (Again and again and again)^infinity

Goodness, someone’s hungry. 

I stayed at a hotel recently and had a two-hour drive to get there. Obviously that meant it was time to diaper up. I opted for a Tena in my favorite incognito outfit: an oversized sweater and leggings. I started my drive dry at 7:45 PM and finally got into my hotel room around 10:45 PM. You can see what happens when I stay hydrated :)

The drive itself was actually pretty scary. For the last hour, I drove through an absolutely monster thunderstorm with nonstop lightning and thunder. It was white-knuckle driving. As scared as I was at times, it was also so beautiful and powerful. I love seeing nature at its extremes (from the safety of my car lol). So even if I'd wanted to stop and pee every 30 minutes, I honestly don't think I could have without getting completely drenched—or struck by lightning. Thank you Tena! 💙

Simulating urge incontinence with strict toilet discipline.

I write a program that sets random alarms for you throughout the day. Your smart watch vibrates...

1-2 times an hour while you're awake

2-3 times in the middle of the night

The moment you feel the vibration, you must stop whatever you're doing and rush to the nearest toilet. It doesn't matter if you don't have to pee; the alarm won't stop until you email my bot a timestamped photo of your panties around your ankles as you squat on the potty for the umpteenth time.

After two or three days, you're exhausted and frustrated. You can't get anything done. You can't get a good night's sleep. Every decision in your life revolves around making sure you're never too far from a toilet.

By the end of the week, you just want your life back. You want to be free from the stupid fucking toilet. And you know my price for ending the game.

i love punishment that is ritualistic. i’m not a masochist so what turns me on most is all of the humiliating little details of a spanking rather than the actual physical act of spanking itself. some of the elements of punishment i like are:

being sent to my room (either just in general to wait for my punishment or something like being told that i better be found in the corner with my hands on my head or laying on the bed in position with my bottoms off when he comes up there)

him taking off my pants/skirt and panties/pull-ups/diaper. i like when this is made a point because it’s extra humiliating for him to do it. like as if i can’t unbutton my own pants! and also the vulnerability and sensation of him slowly baring me

alternatively, him leaving my panties on for “modesty” at first (because i’m a big girl now) but giving me a wedgie so he can still make it feel like he’s spanking me bare. feeling my undies rubbing against me as he pulls on them also is extra humiliating and turns me on

being scolded- a serious voice scolding me does so much for me. i like the tone of my spankings to be very serious but caring, like he’s doing this because he loves me and he has to for my own good

corner time after, maybe even in an embarrassing position like straddling a chair (i reblogged this recent and was like 👀) or daddy’s put me in a painful position like kneeling on rice

mouth soaping- especially if he is actually washing my mouth out with soap (like in videos where the disciplinarian makes sure the soap is sudsy enough and rubs it all over)

early bedtime punishment!!!!!

even grounding and limiting privileges and such excites me

extended spankings- like maintenance spankings or being told i will get a spanking every night before bed for x amount of time

i fantasize about being restrained for very serious spankings

certain positions- like for some reason i love laying flat on the bed and being belted. over the knee is of course a classic. and then there’s plenty of other embarrassing positions or even bending over the couch, etc

him not stopping no matter how much i beg because i’m not in control and he decides when i’ve had enough. i don’t want to be able to talk myself out of anything

subtle touching during a spanking is humiliating, because it’s not outright sexual touching but i like touching that feels a bit inappropriate like rubbing or inspecting

temperature taking is a huge fantasy of mine

lecturing and scolding and talking about the spanking (“you’re going to be a sorry little girl once i’m done with you”, “i don’t like spanking you but you give me no choice sometimes”, “do you understand me?”, and so many more), also the initial threat of spankings

certain outfits like school uniform as if i just got home from getting in trouble at school or pajamas for an early bedtime punishment

being diapered after, losing potty privileges (“if you’re going to act like a little girl you will be treated as such”)

being told to spread my legs

You knew the rules when you moved in: you will not have dry pants in this house.

If you're not wearing a diaper, I must ALWAYS see a cute, damp little pee stain at your crotch. I don't care if you're wearing shorts, slacks, or a sundress...you're never fully dressed without your wet spot.

It's your constant, warm, wet little reminder that you're still my hopeless bedwetter, even when you're not padded. It makes me smile every time I see you. It makes you seem so small.

Go on, sweetheart. Put on your wet spot. Let out a little dribble into your panties. Let it soak through your jeans enough so I can see. Awwwwww, there you go, my little fountain! Doesn't it feel so warm and lovely? If it dries or gets cold, just dribble a little more. Keep that pee stain nice and fresh for me.

No more pouting. No more excuses. If you're not wearing a diaper...

At LNGU, we’ll never let you stop wearing diapers!

We’ll follow you to the ends of the Earth…

(Well… mostly Charlotte will. 👀😂)

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