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I'd be in my bra and panties which would get him all worked up, but he wouldn't be allowed to touch. He's far too little to touch mommy like a big boy would!

"Can you show mommy how you play, baby?" And his eyes would light up because he loves to make me proud. "I will, mommy! I will! I'll show you!" I'd take my time washing his hair, massaging his scalp nice n' slow while he rubbed his little thingy under the bubbles.

He'd get to make stickies (although lately we've been calling them accidents because he's that little...bless his heart) as many times as he wanted. The only rules would be that he had to take a bath crayon and draw a little tally mark on the wall for each accident he had...and he wouldn't be able to stop playing until I was finished bathing him.

Once he was nice and sensitive clean, I'd have him stand up so I could get to work drying him off.

He's referring to the blue icee I gave him after dinner as a treat, "You can eat it on the couch, babydoll, but be very careful! Just like a big boy!" And as always, he listened wonderfully and didn't spill a drop.

"Good boy!" I take the container, giving it a once over to make sure he ate the entire thing. I take my free hand and run my fingers through his hair, "It's getting late, baby. One more episode, then bedtime."

"Mommy," He starts, rubbing his eyes and wiggling from his spot on the couch, "I feel fuzzy."

"Fuzzy? Where? Your toes?" I tease, "Your tummy?" I poke him gently and he giggles, "My head, mommy! And...and..." He's squirming, squeezing his legs together, "...and...needy...!"

"Needy?!" I gasp, feigning surprise. I smile when he grabs my hand and holds it to his cheek, "I wonder why that is?" The reality was, I knew why. I knew that he felt fuzzy and needy because I'd mixed his special bedtime medicine into his dessert. I only ever did this when I knew he needed a little extra help...and when I wanted an especially malleable baby boy to play with.

"Mommy," He's still squirming but I can tell he's getting tired because when I move to sit on the edge of the couch he lets my hand go, "Puh-...p-...pleeeeease. Mommy!" He's watching me closely, tucking his hands under his armpits...he knows better than to touch in a way that makes him feel good without asking.

I pat his pissy diaper and giggle when he bucks up into my hand, "Oh my goodness, look at you... I'm barely touching you, sweet boy!" I switch from patting to rubbing and he gasps, hips moving faster and harder into my hand. He is so fuzzy and disoriented and yet...so desperate for my touch that he's managing to do most of the work. This realization makes me giggle and I lean so that the left side of my body is resting on his legs, my right hand still rubbing the wet padding into his very eager little baby part. He's not able to squirm as freely now that I'm leaning on him and this type of restraint always gets him worked up, especially when he's fuzzy. "Mommy I -- ....mommy, mommy, I gonna - ...mommy stickies, please!"

I pretend like I don't hear him and rub faster, making sure to time it perfectly with his slow, sleepy hip thrusts. I let him beg for a little while longer before taking my hand off of his diaper, which by this point, was barely hanging on. "I don't want you to make stickies before we get you in bed. You'll fuss when I try to move you and sweet little babies like you aren't supposed to sleep on the couch." He looks at me, eyes wide and glassy...like I'd just done the most unspeakable thing in the world. He's on the verge of tears and that is exactly how I want him.

But I can’t. No. I don’t want to spoil him rotten, after all! What kind of mommy would I be if I ruined all of our hard work?

He can feel me loosen my grip and his eyes start to widen, “No - no! Mommy, no! Please no! Please!” I take my hand completely off of his throbbing baby part and he lets out the most guttural cry I’ve ever heard. It breaks my heart (and also ignites the most exciting fire in me) but this is what’s best for him.

“I know, baby. You’re okay. Mommy’s got you.” I have 60 seconds to get him diapered and in my arms before he absolutely loses it. I can’t blame him. The physical and mental exhaustion that comes with being edged over and over and over and over again is no joke. I lotion him up, powder him and pull the dry diaper up and over his hips, pulling the tapes tight - just how he likes them.

I scoot so that I’m able to settle myself behind my sobbing baby boy. He wastes no time wrapping himself around me, nuzzling into my neck, tears still falling fast. I’ve taken away something he wants so desperately and yet he looks to me for comfort and safety. What a beautiful thing.

“Muh’…mommy,” He hiccups, “I wan’…I wan’ ‘em - I -… Mommy, I want stuh’…please!”

“Shhh,” I coo, using one hand to rub his back, the other gently wiping tears from his cheeks, “I know, baby. Mommy’s just trying to protect you! Remember I promised you’d get stickies tomorrow? Is it tomorrow yet?”

He’s quiet for a moment before he sniffles and shake his head, “No, is’not tuh’morrow yet…”

“Good boy.” I place a kiss on his forehead, feeling proud of how quickly he’s calming down. “It wouldn’t be honest if I let you make stickies today but promised tomorrow, would it?”

“No mommy…” He shakes his head and slips his thumb into his mouth, “Tha’ss…fibbin’…”

Our schedule-ish is as follows:

In the morning, things are pretty standard. He wakes up, I check his diaper (or undies - depends on what I've sent him to bed in) and then he heads to the gym. While he's at the gym, I do my very best to tease him. It's so precious to think about him lifting heavy when...less than an hour ago he was all sleepy n' wiggling in bed wearing a pissy overnight diaper.

Annnyways...then we get him showered (he's only allowed to touch his little thingy to wash) and I pick out his undies/panties.

He has been waaaaay needier throughout the day, duh and wowie I love it. Permanent denial is definitely not something I'd even consider for my little guy but UGH I just love it when he's falling apart at work because I haven't let him cum in days.

Because we're still finding the perfect daily wear cage for his little bits, I'll have him wear the one we have now for a few hours. It forces his little thingy to take a nap :) A lil'...timeout of sorts :)

Then riiiight before bedtime when he's at his absolute neediest, I'll make him touch his little thingy. He begs and begs for release but I won't relent :)

After about 15 to 20 minutes of edging, I make him stop. He fusses and pleads for more time but all it takes is a "one.....two....." and usually by two he'll listen.

"Mommy," He'll pout, often times turning away so that he's not facing me, "I'm grumpy."

And then we'll have a very important conversation about why mommy's denying him...about why he's way too little to even think about making stickies by himself...about how it's dangerous for him to try to make stickies on his own...about how mommy should really take away the explicit videos with the big boys making stickies whenever they want bcos it's putting silly ideas in my baby's head...

Then we'll get him all diapied up and tucked into bed. It's heaven.

"Mooooooommmmy..." He whines, twisting in the barstool at the island, "Can I wear a...a pully instead? P'eeeeeeease?" It warms my heart that he's stopped asking for big boy undies all together. He knows that he can't be trusted to keep them dry.

I step away from the stovetop and walk over to where he's sitting. I pick up his nearly empty sippy cup with one hand and use my other to run my fingers through his hair and then down to rest on his cheek. "Do you think you're ready for pullups?" I'm humoring him by asking, but I already have my mind made up. His eyes flutter shut and he leans into me. He will never understand just how precious he is.

“Baby,” I giggle, “Did you hear me?”

He blinks up at me and stares for a moment before dropping his head onto my shoulder. "Um," He nuzzles, trying to hide the blush that was creeping onto his cheeks, "...no but - but! ...no diaper, mommy. What if someone sees?" He lifts his head and pouts up at me...it almost works.

"Then they see, silly!" I kiss his forehead and go to fill his cup up with more water, "Your diaper is hardly even wet...we don't waste diapers, remember? You're in it until mommy decides it's time to take it off."

I walk back over to where he's sitting and lift the sippy cup to his lips, "Take a big sip for me, babydoll." He hmphs but ends up taking a sip before continuing his argument, "We'll only be outside for a lil' and - and - and...and I promise I can hold it, mommy. I promise!"

"You can hold it?" I raise an eyebrow and set down his cup. I walk back over to the stove and turn it off, "You sure about that? How about our little drive the other week?"

"That's...that...! That doesn't count, mommy! It doesn't!" I had asked him several times if he had to go potty before we got in the car...I reminded him that we'd be driving for a while and stopping to use the bathroom wasn't really going to be an option. He insisted he didn't have to go...which resulted in quite the accident and a weepy diaper change in the trunk.

"It does count." I'm plating our food but making sure to cut his pieces extra small. "You had a pissy lil' accident all over mommy's car. You think I'm going to risk you going potty on our nice outside furniture? Not a chance."

I made the mistake of sending him to work in big boy undies today and wouldn’t ya know…he leaked in them so fast. He keeps having these little leaky accidents and then wonders why I think he’s too little for stickies lol. It’s so CUTE!

We’re going to the mall on Friday to get him some new panties - he’ll be padded and caged the entire time...although I’m kinda rethinking putting him in a pull-up to start…

How cute would it be to have to walk him through the mall and back to the car because he can't help but get so excited. To have to lay him down in the backseat, take off his leaked through little undies, wipe his little pink cage dry and double pad him.

UGH, the possibilities are endless.

His whines of “More, mommy! More!” when I’m wiping him clean and spending a little extra time on areas where I know he’s especially sensitive. “It’s bedtime, baby!” I’ll giggle and he’ll “hmph!” as I fluff his nighttime diaper.

His cutie lil’ yawns as he fights sleep and I get him dressed for bed. The little ocean themed onesie only accentuating his diaper bulge, despite not even going potty in it yet 🤭

How clingy he is when we snuggle up to watch somethin’ before falling asleep. His inevitable neediness causing him to slowly start to wiggle the front of his diaper against me. “Uh oh…” I’ll tickle his side, and he’ll look up at me wearing the same mischievous smile from earlier, “Mommy, my baby part! He - he doesn’t listen to me!”

“Shhhh, it’s bedtime. We can play with him tomorrow.” His defeated sigh when I start rubbing his back, immediately melting against me, “But for right now, mommy wants you to put your thumb in your mouth and shut your eyes.”