23 years old

I went through the entire day with tiny padlocks swinging and wiggling in my jeans while I wet myself over and over… she took away my choice.

You were seeing more and more advertisements every day. Advertisements for a special place. A place that would whisk you away from all of your problems. From your responsibilities. From your burdens. From your life.

All the girls in all the pictures seemed… different. Like they were just existing in a constant state. A perpetual mind space of confining, continuing comfort. Of pleasurable peace. Constantly conditioned. Perpetually pampered. Brainwashed bit by bit until their brain became soft , smooth and squeaky clean. Pink and plushy. Light and leaky. foggy and funny

Somewhere that would always be soft and sweet. Somewhere always safe and secure. Somewhere always special and sparkly.

You’d never need to think again. You’d be well taken care of. Well looked after. Diapered and dressed in locking bondage to remove any sense of your bodily control. Any idea of strength or self.

The only thing you had to trade was, well… everything.

Your old life. Full and weighed down by your own personal choices. Your own personal consequences.

The only thing you had to ask yourself… would it all be worth it ?

J O I N T O D A Y

I hope that nappy is dry as You won’t be changed for at least 12 hours.

What did you say sissy ? You think the suppositories Are about to work!!!!