SissyBabyKat

You do as you're told and hand me the crinkly square of white cotton with nervous suspicion. Then, to your horror, I unfold the wings of the diaper and lay it out in front of you like a serving tray. I scoop a massive saucepan of oatmeal into the padding — more than you could possibly eat — and hand you your little plastic spoon.

You whimper and sob, but one stern look shuts you up. Shaking, you dip your spoon into the diaper and bring some of the gooey porridge to your lips. You realize you'd better get to eating, because this is the diaper you're going to be changed into after breakfast.

Buying a new pack of diapies and writing a bunch of different rules on each one so whenever I grab a diapie out of the pack to change I hafta obey a random new rule!!! Always having to randomly change behaviors like going from "must hump every plushie" to "No cummies" to "Must mess diaper before change"

No normal sex life for you. Just diaper loser life.

You are a diaper loser and you can never escape that fact.

If you want to feel the wetness of sex then that little thingy of yours can only feel it from in a soaked diaper.

Because diapers are your sex life.

No matter where you go people can see or smell or hear that you are in a diaper.

So you might as well stop trying to escape it and instead just lean into it. And if you are horny you had better just hump the floor in your diaper.

All you get is diaper life and the humiliation of diaper tasks.

And just look at how horny it all makes you!

This is how you know you are truly a diaper loser.

Just go with it, there's no escape anyways. Diaper loser forever. And I will be in your head laughing at you the entire time.

As it just so happens to be, it's a major preference of mine when a sub gets needy and desperate for humiliation. I love it when the degradation itself is a reward.

Kneel for your Queen

You are bound by desire, ruled by her will.you wear a diaper hood for her

Obedience isn't optional.

Your dominance is her addiction.

Tied and trained and hooded to serve.

Captive to her pleasure.

Controlled, confined, completely hers. Breathe in the aroma of wetness in the diaper hood

Your place is at her feet

Pleasure through obedience. She owns your body and mind.

I want to put you on private display.

Just imagine: your own little life-sized doll case, right in the corner of my living room. I can read a book or watch a movie on the couch, occasionally glancing over to see you posing behind the glass. Smiling back at me, as required. Diapered, docile, and dumb.

I'll have a big timer on the wall, counting down the minutes before I let you out. Oops! Did I see you stop smiling? I'll add 5 minutes to the timer. Did I just hear you sigh? 10 more minutes, darling.

That diaper is sagging quite a bit since I last thought to check on you...it must be awfully stinky in your case! Try not to wrinkle your nose, honey, your Dolly Hour is going to turn into a whole Dolly Evening. Maybe some restraints will help you learn to stop fidgeting?