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Ab/dl’s I have a game for you this holiday season! 🎄

List six diapers you have:

Diapers

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Roll die for which diaper you have to put on.

Roll die for amount of hours you have to wear that diaper. If you get a three or lower, you have to roll again and add the numbers together. (You can wear it longer than x hours but not shorter)

Roll for x cups of water

(Can’t pee until X cups of water has been consumed)

If diaper leaks before X hours is up you then roll for punishment.

If you pee before x cups of water has been consumed roll for punishment.

Punishments

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I left the punishments open for your creative and kinky side 😉

Kept in diapers

Little cum sluts like you love to be degraded, called names and treated like nothing but an object for the pleasure of real men to use.

But as soon as he said his overly polite hello to your folks he would practically dance into your room.  He’d slowly take off his clothes until he was just in his briefs and then he’d just stare at you with this smug look on his face.  He handle his crotch and adjust his waistband and look at himself in the full length mirror.  Then he’d casually mention whatever brand of underwear he was wearing and then ask you.

“So…what kind of underwear are you wearing?”

You could lie.  You could try to get away or fight him.  You could even tell the truth.  But no matter what he would eventually pin you down and pull your pants off and he’d always say the same thing.

“Oh, that’s right.  I forgot.  You’re a big baby!  You wear diapers!  Isn’t that right?”

After that point he would tease you mercilessly.  He pull at your diapers, shove a pacifier in your mouth, try and bounce you on his knee, hold you up and burp you.  On the rare occasion your diaper was dry he would casually whip out his dick, pull your waistband back, and wet your diapers for you.  No matter what it would always end up with him, in his briefs, changing you into at least two super-thick diapers.

“I’m so glad you learned to settle down for your after school nap little guy. So much better than the first few day I would babysit you. I guess those spankings really did the trick. Now you’re so calm and happy to lay down on the changing may while I take off your big boy clothes, powder you up, and tape a thick diaper over your smooth little peepee. And you’ve been so good at not spitting out your pacifier. Such a good little guy!”

Mark stared up from the ground and resisted the urged to spit out the bright pacifier and tell Mr. Miller how he really felt. After all what good would it do? They’d been through all that the first few days Mark was sent to Mr. Miller’s house after school and it hadn’t done him any good then. His tantrums had cost him withering spankings and all the body hair below his neck and he still ended up diapered. He tried to resist for almost a full week until Mr. Miller showed him a special baby book filled with pictures of Mark’s red butt after a spanking, Mark in the tub playing with baby toys and sucking his pacifier after he’d lost all his body hair, and most embarrassingly Mark asleep in his playpen with a soaked diaper between his legs. Mr. Miller threatened to make sure all the boys and girls in Mark’s class would get a copy of Mark’s Baby Book if he didn’t settle down and accept that he was a baby in Mr. Miller’s house.

Daddy goes and open the door to accept the food from the driver who you realize is one of the guys who sits near you in class!

You lay there with your nursery print diaper unsecured and a “Daddy’s Boy” paci in your mouth as you make prolonged eye contact with him.

“Thanks again, I left you a nice tip! I gotta get back to my little guy before he takes off without his diaper.” Says daddy as he signs the receipt and sends the driver on his way. The driver snaps his gaze back to Daddy and says, “Yeah, little boys can be total rascals; have a nice day!”

When he arrived at the guys house, they chatted and had a drink then got busy. The man talked brad into trying some pretty intense gear, and Brad was seemingly enjoying it all. The man told Brad to lay down on the rubbery bed and he did, his throbbing cock the only thing not covered by gear. Suddenly he heard clicking and couldn’t move, his body was fastened to the bed. Brad tried to protect but only grunts and muffled noises could be heard. The man smiled, “i made you a promise, you try my gear out, and ill give you the best orgasm of your life”. He spoke as he attached a powerful milking pump on Brad’s cock. Brad bucked and moaned against the restraints as the machine milked and pleasured his throbbing 9inch cock.