Mistress

“It’s a halloween party silly. Everyone will just think the diaper is your costume! No one will know I make you wear one every day. Nor will they know you’re wearing a butt plug… Now grab your pacifier and get out here!“

“Yes I forced you to wear the diapers. But you chose to drink everything from the sippy cups!”

As the adults on the table finished their cake, the vibrator inside of my diaper sprang to life. I turned around, just to look directly into mommys prompting eyes. My pleading view was wiped away with a shake of her head. I knew what I had to do.

So I turned onto my belly again. As I started to hump my diaper, one after another of mommys guests fell silent. Apart from the loud crinkle of my diaper, the room was silent. Well, if you ignore the noises from the coffee cups of course. But to get to an Orgasm and end this ridiculous situation, you have to ignore them, along with the people responsible for these noises. 

When I heard a slurp from one of these cups, I started moaning. I could feel all of these views piercing through my back, examining my diaper, my outfit, my pigtails, dissecting every movement of my hips. I rustled myself closer to orgasm, ignoring the dead silence of mommys coffee club, trying to pretend I wasn’t getting off from this humiliation, trying to keep at least a fraction of my dignitiy. 

My climax was loud. Not only because I didn’t even attempt to keep back any of my moans, no, it was also accompanied by an excited applause.

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(via chocolatetravelercloud)