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She does “traffic jam” chastity

Help! My husband asked me to try chastity play but it’s not going well. Usually, right after I’ve let him out, things are fine. He can be a little cool toward me but that’s fine. But then over the next two days he grows steadily whinier until his begging to be unlocked is intolerable. Not much fun for me or him. I never tell him exactly when I’ll do it, but I almost always take pity on him in the evening on the third or fourth day and let him out to take care of himself. The whole thing has been a bit of a letdown. Is this what everyone is raving about? Surely not.

- Ms. M

No, Ms. M, it’s not and I dare say it’s because…

YOU’RE DOING IT WRONG

Okay, there’s no such thing as right and wrong with intimacy, just different tactics that will yield different results. The tactics you’re using are not aligned with the very achievable results you seek.

Traffic Jam Chastity

Don’t you hate idling in a traffic jam? The worst isn’t standstill traffic. The worst is traffic that is moving just slow enough so that you can’t leave your foot on the gas because you have to keep braking every five seconds. Starting and stopping in crowded traffic is enough to send any driver to road rage court. But that is exactly what you’re doing to your husband.

After a man orgasms his sexual response and interest drop precipitously to their lowest levels. We’ve all seen it. Interest in sex evaporates. Romance and flirting get shoved roughly in a drawer and the male brain hunkers down to git stuf dun.

But, as we know, those rascally males don’t stay heads-down for long. Within 24 hours the sexual response begins to slowly return as the prostate refills. He barely notices it at first but by the second and third days it has taken over his one-tracked mind and he’s getting pretty ready for some luvin’. Shouldn’t that mean you should give it to him? Give him some relief?

Days 2 and 3 are the most irritating for a man

No! Let me explain why not. Days 2 and 3 are the most irritating phase of chastity for a man. Why? For the same reason day 3 of any diet is the most temptation prone and why it eliminates so many dieters. He’s transitioning from getting exactly what his body demands to not. It’s an uncomfortable change and the body doesn’t like it. Every five minutes his body asks “Wait, wut? You mean I can’t have? Why can’t I have? I need! Give me now!” Frustration and irritation mount and, if you do let him orgasm, he will experience immediate relief.

The Goldilocks Phase

Relief is not pleasure. Relief is not useful. Relief, his relief, is not your friend. It lets him off the hook and unravels all that nice tension you just wound into his brain. If you want to experience the benefits of chastity and you want your husband to be floating on the fabled submissive cloud of chaste pleasure then you need to get him past the constant battle for relief and into the Goldilocks Phase.

Sometime after day 4, depending on the man, his body will slowly start to realize that an orgasm is not imminent and therefore it’s a waste of resources to keep expecting relief at any minute. This may take hours or days but he will eventually stabilize into acceptance. Not just mental, but physical acceptance. This is where you want his head.

In the Goldilocks Phase, his expectations have been lowered enough to stop fighting chastity but not so low that he gets depressed. In this phase he is free to simply experience chastity, to experience the sensation of ever growing arousal and ever intensifying desire. For men, desire is pleasure. This will be a sweet sensation that never stops, made just a little bittersweet by occasional waves of overwhelming need. (Don’t worry about those They pass quickly.)

Goldilocks is best for you too

It’s not just him that rides this wave. You benefit most in this period. Rather than spending time fighting chastity and pestering you, his only way out and only listening ear, he spends his time in quiet contemplation. It is this phase that he switches to the long game. Instead of busting out a couple of chores and expecting a tit-for-tat release, he begins to consider the keyholder’s point of view, her needs and her whims. He finds himself doing things that he knows she’ll appreciate and he hardly even notices that he’s doing them. He truly puts her first.

But you need to do it right

But for him to take that view you need to play above his level. Chastity must reinforce the dynamic you want. That means the following:

You never promise a date. You can hint at early release for good behavior or late release for bad, but he must never expect an actual date or time.

You must never cave to begging. He may ask politely once or twice during a stretch of chastity and, if you wish, you may give his request some consideration. But once your decision is made you must stick to it no matter what. I recommend that further begging result in a longer sentence.

Behavior should be tied to chastity. Don’t reward bad behavior. If you do you’re just teaching him he can do it and get the rewards.

How Long? Three-to-four weeks

The Goldilocks Period is about three to four weeks long. During this period he will slowly get more and more aroused, experience more and more submissive feelings toward you and become more and more malleable by you.

That long? I couldn’t possibly!

To some who are starting out, weeks of lockup might seem cruel. Believe me, it’s not as cruel as what you are doing to him by letting him out every three days, stop and go, hot and cold, up and down. If your doctor prescribed a 20-day course of antibiotics would you stop taking them after three days when you started feeling better? No. The same goes with the man. To get all those benefits you need to keep him locked for the full course. I would say that’s at least two weeks (in the case of some reward for extra good behavior) but usually three weeks. And up to four (in the case of bad behavior).

How will you know? He will thank you.

How will you know that you’re keeping him locked up long enough? He will thank you. That’s right, he will actually thank you for keeping him locked up. It might not happen right away. It might take several rounds, several months for his thinking to evolve but it surely will. I’ve done this to hundreds of men, some in person some online. Every single one of them proactively thanks me at some point. There are other signs as well. Aggressiveness toward you will disappear. Calm, quiet service to you will develop spontaneously. After the letdown of orgasm he will actually crave to go back in chastity. He’ll miss that glow so much he’ll want to skip past the next three days so he can get it. Eventually he’ll reach the point that he doesn’t want to be unlocked when the time rolls around. At that point you can have the magical discussion about… wait for it… permanent chastity. That, however, is a discussion for another day.

So man-up, ladies and lock him down and swear off traffic jam chastity forever.

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Sounds I make when I wet my diaper 😖

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This is Sex

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The Dummy Daycare Pamper Preschool Tape (HEADPHONES ON)

It was a weird tape. It looked like a "My Little Pony" Tape. you had loved "My Little Pony" as a kid, but you were sure you had grown out of that silly baby show by now. but you had never seen this episode, "Welcome to Daycare." you began to ask questions as your curiosity grew but why was this on a VHS tape? Didn't this show end just a few years ago? Just how old was this tape ? your curiosity got the best of you, and you just so happened to have your old tv with the built in VCR. as the plastic cassette slotted into the machine, you heard it whir to life, buzzing and droning as it sped up and everything else slowed way, way d o w w w n nn. the white noise on the screen gave way to a softer, more pleasant droning sound. Pretty soon, you'd meet all of your cartoon pony friends again...what wonderful things might they have in store for you?

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A Sissy Becomes a Baby Cuckold - Chapter Four

These are the chapters that make up the entire series;

Chapter one - A Bedwetter's Beginning

Chapter Two - Kendra Training a Sissy

Chapter Three - A Sissy Becomes a Baby Cuckold

Chapter Four - Penis Reduction Therapy for Sissies

Chapter Five - Milking my Sissy on Date Night

Chapter Six - Taking Control From a Sissy

Chapter Seven - Nana Comes to babysit Two Sissies--One Babysitter

Chapter Eight - A Playdate for Two Sissies

Chapter Nine - Nana's Retribution

One month later...

Mikey slowly stirred out of his state of slumber, not sure where he was.

As he slowly became adjusted to the dark lighting of Kendra's bedroom, he became aware of hushed voices from somewhere, possibly outside the house.

For some reason that Kendra hadn't shared with him, she'd decided to send him to bed early, and now that he'd drifted back into consciousness, he soon became aware that he'd wet his diapers, and the warm, clammy cotton clung to his bottom within his snug plastic panties. The smell of pee wafted up from under the covers and Mikey blushed that Kendra would smell it when she came into the room to go to bed.

Then he heard it again, what sounded like whispered voices, from the general direction of the driveway.

Slipping out of Kendra's king size bed, he padded over to the window. By now, Mikey had a several sets of jammies to sleep in―fuzzy, soft “diaper shirts”, that were purposely cut short, so as not to risk getting wet from the incontinent sissy's pampers while he slept. On his feet were frilly anklets, which were usually matched with his top and plastic panties, and hanging from a loop around his neck was his now ubiquitous pacifier, in babyish pink latex.

Gazing out the window, he spied Kendra wearing a slinky dress that fit her like a second skin, and a large man, with who she was speaking to in a seductive tone. Suddenly, she reached forward and began kissing him, as the man's hands roamed freely over her curvy body. Mikey was shocked beyond belief, and before he knew what was happening, he felt a strong torrent of hot pee flowing into his already wet diapers. Whereas a real man would have been filled with rage, Mikey's response was to wet himself like a toddler. A plaintive cry escaped his lips as his hands grasped at his diapers, the shame of his lack of control washing over him.

Looking back up at Kendra, Mikey bit his lip anxiously as he watched the man hold the door of his sports car open as she slid into the seat, her sexy high heels the last part of her he saw before her date closed the door.

Mikey let out a sob of anguish―she was never going to see him as anything remotely equal, or some sort of peer. No, at best, Mikey knew he was nothing but her sissy plaything, a toy to do with as she pleased.

As the car drove down the street, Mikey's gaze was drawn to the full length mirrors on the wall that covered Kendra's closet. By now, his eyes had adjusted to the dim, ambient light, and he gazed at his reflection, with his babyish top, pacifier and anklets, and his warm, soggy diapers starting to sag from around his hips.

Some man I turned out to be, he reflected glumly.

Tugging at the elastic waistband of his plastic panties to pull his heavy, wet diapers up, Mikey sighed as he looked at the cute, sissy bedwetter gazing back at him in the mirror.

As he slowly slipped back under the covers, he held his soft teddy bear close to his chest, slipping his comforting pacifier back between his lips. Between the two of them, it helped to take away some of the sting of seeing his “girlfriend” going off on a date with another man.

Over the next several weeks, Kendra never mentioned her late night liaisons and Mikey never admitted that he knew what she was doing behind his back. She was just so beautiful and sexy and he was deathly afraid of losing her, even under the unusual circumstances of their relationship. He didn't dare to confront her.

On the weekends, Kendra began dressing up Mikey more and more as her own baby girl, with pretty satin dresses in pastel colors, frilly onesies, and short, cropped tops with babyish designs on them. These were stored in the spare room next to Kendra's bedroom where she bought a large pink dresser to accommodate them.

On the weekend of Mikey's birthday, Kendra treated him to a marathon session with her strap-on dildo, milking his poor, swollen balls of a copious amount of semen, while stretching his sissy pussy to new, tormented limits. After recovering from her incredible orgasm, she dressed Mikey for the day, putting him into a delightful high-waisted, frilly pink baby dress with a bunny motif across chest below the Peter Pan bodice. In addition to his glossy black Mary Janes, Kendra had made him wear her favorite white nursery print plastic panties with his diapers, over which she pulled on some glittery, see-thru tights. Between the absurdly short hemline of the dress and the thin fabric of his tights, the playful pattern of his waterproof panties could be plainly seen, giving him a decidedly little-girl, toddler look.

Mikey pouted as he gazed at his babyish reflection in the mirrors on the wall.

Kendra was looping his pacifier around his neck when the doorbell suddenly rang.

Mikey froze in place as his eyes widened with panic. At the same time, a strong, uncontrollable squirt of pee flooded into his fluffy diapers.

“Go ahead sissy,” she said brightly, “Go answer the door.”

“Dr-dressed like this?” he quaked.

“Don't worry―it's just my mom,” Kendra replied, as if that would assuage his concerns.

“B-b-but...” he stammered anxiously.

“Don't worry sweetie―I've told her all about you. In fact, mom is the one who bought the cute dress you're wearing today,” she said with a giggle.

Mikey blushed hotly, from his cheeks down to his chest, unaware that Kendra had told someone else about his diapers and childish outfits.

“Run along, sissy,” she said, pulling him to his feet and patting the rounded, fat seat of his diapers.

Mikey stumbled uncertainly toward the door, absolutely dreading the moment when he'd be exposed to this new stranger. He held his hand on the doorknob for several moments before the doorbell rang again urgently, making him jump.

Finally, with great reluctance, Mikey opened the door and pulled it back.

Standing before him on the porch, was a tall, attractive woman in her late forties, closely resembling Kendra in many ways. Although she was a little thicker in the middle, one could easily see where Kendra had inherited her mother's big breasts and long legs. But whereas Mikey's boss tended to wear her long hair down, spilling over her shoulders, her mom wore hers in a severe bun that suggested she was accustomed to giving orders.

Despite her strict looking demeanor, her first reaction upon seeing Mikey in all his sissy glory was to burst out laughing. Standing before her feeling completely foolish, Mikey felt another surge of pee flow into his already wet diapers. It was a childish reaction, but the sissy simply couldn't help himself.

Still laughing, Kendra's mother pushed her way past Mikey. It was only then, that he saw she was carrying a rectangular shaped, gift wrapped package in her arm. Walking in, she set it down on the coffee table and turned to face Mikey.

“You're every bit as pathetic as I thought you'd be, except more,” she told him derisively.

Mikey blushed hotly as he shuffled his feet before her. It was absolutely mortifying standing before this older woman, dressed as a baby girl and feeling the warm, soggy cloth of his humiliating diapers clinging stubbornly to his bottom. He felt just as pathetic as she was describing him.

Mother and daughter greeted each other warmly, momentarily forgetting the spectacle standing before them.

Finally, after making a little small talk, Kendra's mother, Helen, turned to face Mikey.

“On the floor,” she ordered him in her firm, commanding voice, pointing to a place before the coffee table.

Having become used to being told what to do, Mikey immediately sat on the rug, the soggy wet cloth of his diapers squishing against his bottom cheeks.

“Look what mom got you for your birthday, Mikey!” Kendra said brightly as she handed the gift over to the cowering sissy.

Mikey accepted it with trembling hands, still trying to come to grips with the fact he was dressed like a toddler girl in front of this stranger. It certainly didn't help that he'd helplessly wet his diapers, either.

Ripping the pretty nursery style wrapping paper off the package, Mikey's mouth dropped open when he discovered the box contained a two quart enema kit.

Reaching down, Kendra's mother snatched the box from Mikey, opening it and revealing the custom nozzle that came with the kit―a very large, imposing, lifelike dildo.

“This is called the Sissy Tamer,” she declared with a smug grin, “And it's especially recommended for bedwetting sissies like Mikey here.”

Mikey's face was a beet red as she walked into the kitchen and started running water in the sink.

“Kendra, I like to add a squirt of dish washing soap to the mix, just to make sure he gets squeaky clean,” she called from over her shoulder.

“This is going to do you a world of good,” her daughter chuckled as she looked down on the cringing sissy.

Going to the coat closet, she retrieved a tall hat stand and set it alongside an armless chair. Taking an apprehensive Mikey by the hand, she stood him up and brought him over to her side as she took a seat and pulled her skirt back.

Her mother brought the enema bag back into the living room and Mikey could see it was nearly bursting with soapy water.

“N-n-no! P-please, Kendra,” Mikey stammered with fear.

“First―you are to address me as 'Mommy' from now on,” Kendra said firmly, “Second--this is exactly what you need, whether you like it or not.”

Mikey recognized by the tone of her voice that he was perilously close to risking a spanking so he hung his head in defeat.

“What do you say, Mikey?” she demanded.

“Y-yes, Mommy,” he bleated submissively.

Reaching up under the frilly hem of his baby dress, she pulled his tights and plastic panties down off of his saturated diapers.

“Mikey―did you wet yourself??” she snapped.

“I-I had an accident,” he sobbed piteously.

“Over my lap, you big baby,” she told him, clearly annoyed, “Time for a nice, soapy enema.”

Mikey felt like he was five years old all over again as she pulled him over her firm lap, his smelly wet diapers squishing against her bare thighs. He whimpered as he felt them being unpinned and pushed back to expose his back hole, cool air against his damp cheeks.

Mikey let out a squeal of panic as he felt a cool blob of nursery jelly being pushed into his puckering hole. Before he could stop it, a squirt of warm pee escaped, further soaking into his diapers.

Having so much experience with her strap-on, Kendra easily positioned the fat dildo nozzle for the proper angle and she pushed it firmly past his little pink anus.

“OHHH!!” he cried.

Kendra's mother stood over Mikey, hands on her hips and grinning with satisfaction as her daughter slowly pushed the thick, rubbery shaft deeper and deeper into his rectum. Mikey waved his hands in the air helplessly, feeling extremely emasculated and completely at the mercy of his boss.

No sooner was the dildo rammed in to the hilt, than Kendra released the clip, sending a strong torrent of soapy water into Mikey's bowels.

“Ohhhh,” he moaned, kicking his Mary Jane-clad feet.

Kendra squeezed his right cheek as her other hand kept the dildo pushed in as far as it would go.

“There you go,” she said in a soft, soothing voice, “Just what Mommy's little bedwetter needs.”

Mikey gasped and moaned, helpless to stop his punishing purge. It brought back memories of when his real mom had given him enemas, claiming they were for his good health, although Mikey had always had his doubts. They had been particularly humiliating when administered in front of his aunt, who soon adopted his mother's methods herself.

Kendra regulated the clip judiciously, allowing Mikey to get adjusted to the volume, before opening it back up to send another strong flow into his insides. Mikey shook his fists in frustration, idly wondering how he had ever gotten into this position.

“N-no more, Mommy,” he bleated weakly.

Kendra stopped the flow and gently patted his cheek.

“There sissy―you're doing just fine,” she smiled, “Now be a big boy for mommy and take your enema. And when you're done, mommy will change your soggy, wet diapers―won't that be wonderful?”

Mikey was breathing heavily but he squealed as he felt another strong surge of warm water flowing into him. He tried clenching his anal muscles around the thick shaft of the dildo but it did no good―the water continued to flow strongly, uninhibited by his weak efforts.

At long last, the bag was finally empty, hanging flattened from the top of the hat stand.

Mikey was wheezing and moaning, his face a deep shade of red.

With a gentle pat on his bottom, Kendra slowly began easing the big dildo out of his rump, Mikey whimpering from the cramps inside.

“Careful Sissy,” she warned him, “Don't let any of that leak or you'll be going back over my lap for a different kind of session.”

As Mikey slowly rose to his feet, his hand moved to cover his caged genitals in a belated attempt to hid them from Kendra's mother. Limping down the hallway, Mikey barely made it to the bathroom without releasing the enema all over the floor.

Fifteen minutes and numerous flushings later, he emerged from the bathroom, feeling defeated and deeply emasculated.

“Mikey―come into the spare room, mommy has a surprise for you,” Kendra called to him eagerly.

Unsure of what awaited him, he walked toward the open door of the room next to Kendra's with trepidation in his heart.

“Happy birthday!” they both exclaimed as Mikey took in the transformed room.

A large pink and white crib stood in the corner, with soft pink blankets and Mikey's teddy bear laying next to the pillow. In the other corner of the room was a pastel colored, mesh-sided playpen, containing a variety of toys fit for a toddler. Nursery characters covered the pink and white walls and Mikey's changing pad lay on the floor, a fresh set of diapers waiting for him.

He bit his lip nervously as she spied Kendra's fearsome Spencer paddle hanging from a peg on the wall.

“Welcome to your very own nursery!” his boss gushed excitedly.

“It's perfect for a little pantywaist like you,” her mother added in her disparaging tone.

Mikey stood in shock, momentarily dropping his hands from his tiny, caged package as he took it all in.

“This bed will be so much better for you, sweetie,” Kendra explained eagerly, “It's got a nice, waterproof mattress cover for those times when your diapers leak.”

“--An important feature for a bedwetting sissy,” her mother added with a smirk, “But I think you'd better get your little pantywaist back into his diapers before he has another 'accident'.”

“Come along, Mikey, let's get mommy's little bedwetter onto the changing pad, I've got your diapers all ready for you,” Kendra told him as she grasped his hand and sat him down on the waiting stack of soft, fluffy cotton.

Mikey felt incredibly childish and her humiliating words washed over him in waves of shame.

Helen reached down and pushed his pacifier in between his trembling lips and Mikey accepted it gratefully.

Kendra applied a nice, sticky white coating to his rump, before powdering him over his tiny chastity device. Now that he had become somewhat used to Helen's presence, and despite the mortifying ritual taking place, Mikey's eyes began to wander over Kendra's curves and his little penis throbbed with need inside his cage. Her big, luscious boobs were impossible to ignore, especially when she was bent over him changing his diapers.

“Those aren't for you, little boy,” Helen admonished him, having seen what he was staring at, “Those are for a real man―not a bedwetting sissy in diapers.”

Mikey pouted as he sucked his pacifier in frustration. It was maddening, being in such close proximity to a sexy babe like Kendra and his child-sized penis couldn't even get hard.

Sensing his angst, Helen decided to goad Kendra's sissy boyfriend.

“I think you should thank Kendra for locking up your pathetic little wiener,” she said, a smug grin on her face, “You certainly weren't going to please a woman with it.”

Kendra stopped for a moment after securing the sides of his thick diapers around his hips to look down at her sissy boy.

“She's right, you know,” she said, placing her finely manicured hands upon her hips, “I've done you a big favor, locking your little nub in steel.”

“Please, Mommy,” Mikey whimpered with his pacifier muffling his words, “I'm soo horny all the time. Please―please unlock it, just this once,” he begged her piteously.

Wagging her finger before her, she smiled down at the helpless pansy, “Sorry sweetie. Bedwetters get diapers―not orgasms.”

Helen smirked again and she shook her head disdainfully.

“You leave the orgasms to real men and they'll leave the wet diapers and plastic panties to you,” she told him as she sifted through his growing selection of waterproof panties.

Kendra handed Mikey his teddy bear as Helen began feeding a pair of white nursery print vinyl panties over his Mary Janes.

“Here you go, sissy boi,” she said, her voice heavy with condescension, “Some cute baby panties for mommy's little bedwetter.”

Sliding them up his smooth, hairless legs, she worked them over his bulging diapers, running her fingers around the elastic waistband to ensure that all the cotton cloth was properly contained.

“Just look at you, Mikey,” Kendra said brightly, “All safe and protected again.”

“Let's get you into your playpen so you can play with your new baby toys,” Kendra said as she helped the befuddled sissy into his new enclosure.

“Aww, aren't you just the cutest thing,” she gushed eagerly as she clasped her hands together in appreciation.

Helen looked down at him as she shook her head with disdain.

“You're right where a bedwetter belongs―diapered, denied, and controlled.”

Two weeks later...

Mikey woke up to see the late afternoon sunshine dimly streaming through his nursery windows.

Reaching down between his legs, he discovered his diapers were soaking wet, as they always were after his nap. The shameful smell of pee permeated the room, although Mikey was so used to it that the diapered sissy hardly noticed any more.

Just then, Kendra breezed into the room and she crossed over to the window, pulling aside the gauzy pink curtains.

“Hello sweetie,” she greeted him cheerfully, “How did you sleep?”

Mikey yawned, “Good, Mommy,” he replied.

He watched as Kendra prepared a fresh set of diapers for him and she lowered the side of his crib railing to help him out. Today, she was dressed in a thin, low cut halter top that showcased her magnificent breasts in the most mouthwatering way. Mikey stared at her hungrily, wishing for the millionth time, he could nurse from her beautiful bosom.

As she came over to the side of the crib to help him out, Mikey always felt somewhat vulnerable in these moments. It was the the time when she saw him for what he really was―a sissy bedwetter with no more control than a diapered toddler. And it still made him blush as she gazed down upon him in his fleece jammies and pampers, no longer an adult, but just a simpering little pantywaist.

Kendra helped him out of his crib and onto the changing pad where she began pulling his rubber panties and soggy, wet diapers down.

Gazing longingly up into her pretty face and dancing eyes, Mikey realized he was hopelessly in love with her.

“Mommy's got a little something for babykins,” she said sweetly as she set a tube of something behind her and produced Mikey's chastity key from her pocket. With excited abandon, Mikey watched as Kendra inserted the key into the side of his device and twisted it, unlocking the device for the first time in 10 weeks. As the cage was removed, Mikey's tiny little member quickly began to grow with anticipation.

“Now don't get too excited, Mikey,” she giggled, “You don't get to cum today―Mommy's just going to give it some cream that's supposed to help you with your size.”

Even though he was crushed to learn that he wouldn't be cumming today, Mikey felt a surge of gratitude that she was thinking of new ways to make his little penis grow into something more of a real man's proportions.

Slipping a thin rubber glove on her hand, Kendra was careful to hide the name on the tube which said Penis Away along its side as she squeezed a generous portion onto her open palm.

“Theeere...is this what baby likes?” she grinned down upon him.

Mikey sighed and his eyes closed with ecstasy, reveling in the pleasureful feelings coursing through his body.

Kendra was very careful, shrewdly reading his body signs to judge how far she could take him before he exploded in her hand. Mikey's face was flushed and she had to stop her stroking several times to allow him to cool down, before resuming the rubbing in of the penis reducing cream.

“Don't worry, baby,” she said with her ravishing smile, “We're going to make this part of our daily routine from now on.”

Mikey could feel a monumental orgasm rising and just as he was clenching his teeth in anticipation, Kendra abruptly stopped stroking him and she removed the latex glove from her hand.

“Aww, Mommy!” Mikey cried.

“Sorry, sissy,” Kendra giggled, “But don't worry―Nana is coming over later to give you a nice, soapy enema. That should help clear out those swollen little balls of yours.”

Mikey bunched his fists in bitter frustration. He had never been so close to an orgasm before, only to be denied!

Ignoring his angst, Kendra slipped the metal cage back over his wilting erection, mashing his tiny penis into the device and mating the metal pins against the cuff ring.

“What do you say, babykins?” she asked sweetly.

Mikey shook his head petulantly.

“Come on―if you want some more of this tomorrow, you need to say your little line for mommy,” she told him firmly.

Mikey's brow furrowed and his lower lip jutted out in a full blown pout.

“Th-thank you, Mommy, for my chastity device―I really need one,” he said grudgingly.

“Yes you do, you little sissy masturbator,” she said with smug superiority as she locked the device together, rendering him once more frustrated, desperately horny, and sexless.

Several minutes later, Mikey was freshly diapered again, smelling like baby powder, and back in his crib, his head laying upon Kendra's lap as she held a 16 ounce baby bottle of warm milk to his lips.

“That's mommy's baby,” she cooed as Mikey nursed from the bottle. Nearly his entire vision was taken up by Kendra's enormous breasts in front of his face.

“Now Mikey, it's time we had a little discussion,” she began, “As you might imagine, Mommies like me have needs. Needs that a sissy in diapers just can't meet.”

Mikey mewled in protest but the big rubber nipple filling his mouth prevented him from being able to articulate a reply.

“Mommy needs a real man from time to time. A man with a real cock, not a tiny little nub like you have. So that means from time to time, say, once or twice a week, I'm going to be dating other guys and having hot, mind-blowing sex with them. Sometimes it will be at their place, but sometimes it will be here.

“Now, you can either deal with that, or we can end our relationship now―it's up to you.”

Mikey was dumbfounded―of course, he knew all about Kendra's dating but now that it was out in the open, it forced him to give her his full approval, which would only show how weak and spineless he really was.

With a little squeak, he suddenly felt the seat of his diapers growing wet and warm as a steady stream of pee began flowing helplessly between his legs.

At the same time, as he looked up into the firm but beautiful features of Kendra, he knew deep down that he would willingly play any price she demanded to remain with her.

“What do you say, sissy? Are you going to stay as mommy's little baby or do we call it quits?”

Mikey shook his head desperately.

“Please don't leave me, mommy!” he cried, the nipple suddenly slipping out of his mouth.

Kendra smiled victoriously down at her prissy toddler boyfriend.

“That's my little baby bedwetter,” she said with a smug smile, “Mommy's very happy to hear it.

“Now I know I promised you I would allow you to have an orgasm after three months, but I've decided to add another month, just for good measure. What do you think of that?”

Mikey frowned with dismay but he nevertheless knuckled under.

“Th-thank you, M-Mommy,” he said, the bottle nipple muffling his practiced line, “for my--my chastity device―I really need one.”

THE END

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“There,” she said cheerfully, as the small silver lock snapped shut over the 3D-printed bracket. “Now there won’t be any more confusion about where you’re allowed to go.”

He stared down at it, heart sinking. No more pleading. No more hovering near the edge of control. The porcelain throne, the last symbol of adulthood in his life, was sealed—off-limits.

“You’ll get used to it,” she said as she gave his diaper a firm pat. “It’s what they’re for, baby.”

And he did get used to it, in a way. The warmth. The crinkle. The slow squish of inevitability. She started timing his changes strictly—twice a day, no exceptions. He’d fill them. She’d decide when to deal with it.

But he still had his chastity cage. Locked, yes, but there were moments when it pulsed with pressure, when he could still feel something. Hope, maybe. Need.

That, too, became a problem.

One morning she found him grinding his padded crotch against the side of the playpen, flushed and whimpering.

“That’s enough of that.”

The cage stayed, but now it was tighter. Crueler. She added a secondary lock to the waistband of his onesie, keeping wandering hands firmly out. “You don’t get to pretend it’s yours anymore,” she told him.

He cried that night. She cradled him. Rocked him. Told him everything would be okay.

And, for a while, it was. There was still the wand.

She would let him use it sometimes—on her terms. Sometimes while he squirmed in his soggy padding, twitching and desperate. Sometimes while he watched her, humiliated, knowing he couldn’t finish.

But he still had it. Until he didn’t.

One day, after he begged, she walked in holding the power plug… with a padlock clamped firmly around its prongs.

The cage was containment. The wand? That was mercy. And mercy’s been revoked.

He wanted to protest. To scream. But she just slipped the pacifier into his mouth, and that was that.

TV? Parental locks. Cartoons only. Volume capped. Channel access pin-coded.

Snacks? Locked cabinet. His shelf held only squeeze pouches and formula bottles. Everything else—chips, cookies, sodas—were for big boys. And he wasn’t one.

One by one, the doors in his world closed.

One by one, the locks clicked.

Toilet. Cage. Wand. Pantry. Television. Autonomy.

And now, as he sat on the floor, soggy and silenced, chewing his locking pacifier gag and watching brightly colored animals dance on the screen, he felt the weight of it all.

Everything was locked.

Except the one thing that no one could close: his eyes.

But he kept those locked on the the screen with the dancing purple dinosaur.

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Audio: The New Bedtime Routine

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Milking My Sissy on Date Night

Note to the reader: This is part two of four of the Mikey series.

Turning slightly from side to side, I admired my impressive reflection in the full length mirror. Those workouts at the gym had really paid off and my tummy was now washboard flat, contrasting wonderfully with my buxom, EE cup breasts. They looked fabulous in the new pink silk push-up bra I was wearing, purchased just this afternoon at Frederick’s.

  “What do you think, Mikey? Do you think Brad will enjoy playing with my boobs tonight?” I taunted the diapered sissy standing submissively beside me.   “Y-yes, Mommy,” he bleated as he bit his lip in tortured, sexual frustration.

  Earlier, I had dressed him for the evening in his short fleece Care Bears top, which like all his jammies, left his embarrassing, bulky diapers fully exposed. They were matched with his lacy white anklets and glossy pink Mary Janes.

 Turning to face him, I teasingly stroked the soft curves of the exposed upper halves of my big boobs.

 “Do you like this bra, Mikey? It really is soft…so smooth and silky, isn’t it?”

  Mikey gulped hard and nodded. It was obvious he was beside himself with frantic, horny tension. I could only imagine the tremendous strain going on within his tiny chastity device as his pathetic one inch penis struggled in vain to get hard in his diapers.

  He stared openly at my boobs and cleavage, desperately longing for something he could never have. Nevertheless, on seeing the look of hunger and desire on his face, I realized that extra measures were going to be needed this evening.

  “You know, I’m starting to think my little bedwetter is going to need a nice, soapy enema before I go out on my date tonight,” I said as I placed my manicured hands on my curvy hips, “Because I’ll bet someone wants desperately to play with himself the second I walk out that door.”

  Mikey swallowed hard again.

  “N-no, Mommy—I’ll be good, I promise,” he countered anxiously.

  Even though the sissy was wearing his new chastity device with the urethra insert, I didn’t trust that he might still be able to obtain some form of ruined orgasm if left to his own devices. And even though I knew he wouldn’t get any real pleasure from it, nevertheless, I couldn’t countenance him getting that kind of relief from his daily sexual frustration.

  In a perfect world, I’d have my mother come over to babysit him. She was very strict and only too happy to apply her maternal discipline to the simpering pantywaist, treating him like the big baby that he is, but unfortunately, she was busy tonight.

  Such a shame. I know how much she enjoys ordering him about and humiliating him in new and devious ways. And she’s very much the ‘spank first—ask questions later’ kind of woman. Mikey knows if he doesn’t toe the line, his bare bottom will surely pay the price.

  So without her to keep the little sissy from misbehaving, that left me with the enema option. Two quarts of warm, soapy water, when delivered via a fat, rubber dildo nozzle, ensures a nice, thorough milking that always leaves Mikey drained of every last drop of his sissy cream. After a humiliating session over my lap, I can always rest assured that nothing he can do would be able to elicit so much as partial stiffy. And it filled me with a wonderful sense of gratification to know that while I was having the most powerful orgasms of my life with Brad, Mikey would be at home inside his baby crib, wetting his diapers as usual, and unable to achieve even the weakest of sexual releases—just as it should be.

  The fact is–sissies that wear diapers and rubber panties don’t need orgasms like real men do. What they do need is, strict, unrelenting chastity with no chance whatsoever of an orgasm.

 “Mikey? You know how you like to play with yourself when Mommy’s gone,” I continued to tease him.

  Reaching down, I gently stroked the front of his shiny plastic panties, feeling the bunny soft cotton diapers underneath. I could certainly understand why he liked to rub them so much, they were like a feathery cushion constantly teasing his little itty bits.

 “Does Mommy’s silky bra make you want to do this?” I said in my most sultry voice as I continued to caress the front of his pampers, “You like my big boobs, don’t you baby boy?”

 A bead of sweat appeared on Mikey’s temple as he stared hungrily at my overflowing cups, the soft skin rising and falling before his eyes. The ambient light in the room reflected off the curves of my breasts, helplessly captivating the poor, sexually frustrated sissy.

 “C-can I please kiss y-your boobs, Mommy?” he asked me in a trembling voice.

 “Nope. These are for a real man—not a bedwetting sissy like you,” I replied firmly as I swatted his thickly padded bottom.

  The sissy looked crestfallen.

  “We both know you’re not a real man, are you Mikey?” I taunted him.

  He shook his head sadly.

  “No. You’re a sissy baby in diapers, aren’t you?”

  He nodded his head.

  “Say it,” I commanded him.

  He swallowed hard again.

  “I’m a sissy baby in diapers,” he squeaked obediently.

  “A sissy baby that likes to play with himself when Mommy’s gone, doesn’t he?” she continued.

 “Yes Mommy,” he finally admitted.

  “And what you need, is a nice, soapy enema to drain your sissy cream, don’t you?”

  He hated it when I manipulated him like a helpless child but he was powerless against his own sexual desires.

 Nevertheless, he nodded in agreement, even as he stared longingly at my impressive bosom.

 “Say it, sissy.”

 “I need a soapy enema to drain my sissy cream,” he replied as he blushed hotly with humiliation at his own degrading servility.

 “And that way, Mommy knows you’ll be a good little baby boy while she’s gone, won’t she?” I said enthusiastically.

 Mikey nodded although he certainly didn’t share my eagerness.

 “Okay, run along sissy. Get the enema kit and make sure you fill it to bursting with warm, soapy water.

 "–And if I feel I can get any more into it, you’ll be getting your bottom blistered with the paddle,” I warned him.

 Mikey gulped hard, knowing how easily I would make good on my threat and he blushed with shame as he waddled off to do as he was told.

  It was icing on the cake, making him assist in his own milking session, since later on, he would be frustrated and angry with himself, knowing that he had helped to deny himself an orgasm.

 While he was in the kitchen complying with my instructions, I put on my skirt and high heels but I left my blouse off, just to torment the sissy further.

 Five minutes later, he came into the nursery where I had taken a seat on his spanking stool. I had taken the precaution of laying a changing pad over my lap, just in case, and I patted it to beckon him over to me.

“Come along Mikey,” I said in my condescending mother’s tone, “time for a nice, warm soapy enema and then it’s an early beddie-bye for you.”

 Pouting visibly, he waddled over and hung the heavy red rubber enema bag on the high stand next to his crib. Soapy suds clung to the sides and I could see it was truly bursting with warm water. And to be sure, I was going to make sure he got every punishing drop of it. Looks like Mikey’s bottom will be spared the sting of his wooden paddle tonight after all, I reflected.

 “Are your diapers wet?” I asked him pointedly.

 “Y-yes, Mommy,” he admitted shamefully, blushing like a guilty toddler.

 “Okay, Babykins, I’ll change you after you’ve released this,” I told him as I pulled his clinging plastic panties down, reached inside his diapers and deftly slipped a condom over the short, stubby end of his chastity device before taking him over my lap.

 He whimpered as he bent over to assume this all-too familiar position. Indeed, when he wasn’t over my knee for a good, hard spanking, he found himself in this position every morning for his usual daily enema. And even though he was used to my oversized dildo nozzle, he still squealed and squirmed like a little girl whenever I pushed it inside his sissy pussy.

 Today was no exception, and he practically acted like it was his first time with the rubber phallus.

  “Oh!..No…wait…I…wa-wait! Oh!” he cried helplessly.

  Having done this so many times, I knew exactly what I was doing and in short order, the fat, bulbous head slipped past his pink, puckering hole.

 “Oh!!!” he exclaimed as he waved his hands in the air helplessly.

Because of the mirrored closet doors opposite us, Mikey was able to watch every aspect of his humiliating punishment at my hands. I smiled back at his distraught face as I pushed the imposing rubber shaft deeper and deeper into his tight passage. His mouth was open and he moaned loudly as the titanic cock nozzle stretched his defeated pussy to the limits.

 I like to twirl it around and play a little before I get things started. After all, the more his prostate gets massaged, the more of his cream leaks out, leaving him drained with nothing left to sustain his sexual drive afterwards.

 After several minutes of teasing him with the slippery dildo, I released the clip and a strong, overpowering torrent of soapy water began flowing deep into his bowels.

 “Ohhhhh,” he moaned helplessly.

 Looking up at my reflection in the mirror, he could see my magnificent full breasts over the back of his torso, cradled in the silky pink bra cups and I could see the bitter frustration on his face—as usual, he would be going to bed tonight in his baby crib without any sort of satisfaction.

 “Feel that, Mikey? That’s what a real cock feels like. That’s what Brad’s big cock feels like when it’s inside of me…Not like your tiny, toddler penis that wouldn’t even be felt by a woman…”

 He moaned weakly as I pushed the dildo as far in as it would go.

 “But don’t worry, sissy. Your little pee-pee will never see another woman’s pussy again. It will always be locked away in your chastity device where it belongs—all safe and secure.”

 Mikey gasped as he struggled with both the volume of soapy water inside him and the punishing girth of the dildo stretching his back hole. At the same time, I knew he could feel his sissy cream helplessly and inexorably leaking out. With each struggling flex of his sphincter trying in futility to resist the fat dildo, another dribble of semen would ooze out, further depriving the horny pantywaist. In fact, the more he fought against the giant rubber cock buried in his hole, the more juice he lost through his chastity device. He squirmed and whimpered over my lap but I kept my hand firmly on the hilt of the dildo nozzle, keeping it rammed as far in as it would go as more and more soapy water flowed uninterrupted into Mikey’s bowels.

 “There…” I said soothingly, “That’s a good baby…that’s Mommy’s little bedwetter…Let’s drain all that nasty sissy cream out of your system…just what my little baby needs.”

 I looked at the mirror to see him gazing up at me with a pleading look of defeat and I smiled back at him with a smug, superior expression. Occasionally, he would kick his prissy Mary Janes in frustrated helplessness, unable to do anything about the punishing enema.

“That’s Mommy’s little sissy…take all that soapy water like a good baby…that’s it.”

 The bag was getting steadily thinner as I emptied the last of it into Mikey’s backside.

  “Feel all that goo leaking out?” I smiled cheerfully, “That’s going to make it impossible for my little sissy masturbator to play with himself tonight in his crib…Mm-hm, no playtime for you—just a soaking wet diaper in the morning, like usual.”

  Mikey shook his fists in bitter frustration.

 Finally, after the last bubbles disappeared down the hose, I eased the slippery dildo out of his aching pussy, only to replace it with a fat, jelly butt plug. Taking a moment to slip off the condom I’d put over his chastity device, I held it before him.

“Wow, take a look at that, Babykins,” I exclaimed, “Look at all that sissy cream we got.”

 The condom had greatly expanded and the lower half was now filled with a substantial batch of Mikey’s semen.

“That’s going right into your baby bottle, sissy,” I told him with an exultant grin, “And I’ll bet that’ll leave a nice, creamy flavor in your mouth as you drift off to sleep.”

 Mikey hung his head in defeat and turning him around, I swatted him on his bare bottom.

 “Okay sissy, you go and release that—I’ll get your nighttime diapers ready.”

 The little pantywaist limped out of the room and I began texting Brad, exchanging hot messages of our evening to come while including some sexy selfies in my new bra. Now that I knew my baby bedwetter was going to be denied, I was eager to get satisfaction of my own.

 Walking into the kitchen, I prepared two bottles for Mikey; one with a full serving of warm milk, and the other, his baby-sized bottle containing just the semen. I wanted him to have that one last to make sure his mouth was coated with spunk as he fell asleep. I could only hope that it would induce dreams of sucking Brad’s massive cock—something that was going to be happening sooner or later, whether Mikey liked it or not.

 At last, my sissy husband wandered back into the nursery, his wet diapers now put away in his diaper pail. I couldn’t help but giggle at the tiny exposed pink cap at his crotch that looked more like a piece of jewelry than a chastity device. He really did look truly sexless now.

  Handing him the larger of the two bottles, I laid him down on his waiting diapers and began our familiar routine; Desitin smeared in a thick, sticky layer across his bottom followed by a generous powdering with the Johnson’s.

  Now, as he gazed up at my big, pendulous breasts swinging before his face, I knew there would be no reaction inside his chastity device. He looked at them with frustrated longing, realizing he was now as impotent as a toddler.

  I hummed to myself as I pulled the thick, bunny-soft cotton up between his legs and pinned either side with the pink, clown-headed safety pins.

  “Time for your baby panties,” I said happily, “And then it’s beddie-bye time in your crib.”

  Gathering the stretchy pink rubber panties, I worked them over his feet and up his smooth, hairless legs, reflecting on how soft and girlish they were.

  “That’s Mommy’s baby,” I commended him as he raised his bottom up, allowing me to pull the big latex panties over his fat diaper.

  He just finished the large bottle and I handed him the smaller one filled with his collected semen.

  “There you go—drink up, sissykins, it’s just what you need.”

  His face scrunched up with distaste but he obediently complied, sucking the rubber nipple as he was rewarded with a mouthful of creamy semen.

  Pulling back his soft baby blankets, I tucked him in, handing him his teddy bear and bent down to kiss him on his forehead.

  “Goodnight, baby Mikey, sweet sissy dreams!”

THE END

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Right where he belongs: at mommy's feet, getting all snuggly while he pee himself 🤭

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"It's time to wake up sleepyhead.

It's almost noon and your diaper looks like it's ready to burst at the seams with wetness.

It must be nice to just wet yourself several times throughout the night knowing you are going to wake up in a dry bed.

You looked so cute and helpless laying here asleep with a bulging wet diaper between your legs.

I didn't really want to wake you up.

Lift your hips up honey, it's time to change you out of that soaked diaper and into a dry one.

There is no better way to start your day than with a fresh powdering and soft diaper.

And this is a really cute adult baby Land of Genie diaper

It’s so thick and soft and padded. It’s also had a really smooth plastic shell which id extra crinkly

Then you can continue to wet yourself for me like a good little boy.

Image credit Littlest Darling

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Face It

“Oh?” Vanessa said, voice laced with a mocking sweetness. “You don’t think you need diapers anymore?”

She said it the way a cat toys with a cornered mouse. Amused, slow, and certain of the outcome.

He stood there, fidgeting as she circled him. The onesie underneath strained at the snaps. His cheeks were already pink. It had taken all of the courage he could muster to start this conversation.

“I...I’ve learned my lesson,” he mumbled, fidgeting with the hem of his t-shirt. “I don’t need diapers anymore.”

Vanessa smiled. It was slow and knowing. She let the silence hang for an awkwardly long time. “Oh, you think you’re ready,” she echoed. Calm, amused, unconvinced. "Is that so?"

Before he could say another word, she grabbed him by the wrist.

“Come with me.”

He blinked. “Where are we—?”

But she was already leading him down the hall, barefoot and waddling behind her, the thick bulk of the diaper between his thighs crinkling and rubbing with every step.

She stopped at the bathroom door. The locked bathroom. The one she’d stopped letting him use months ago. He stared at it, confused. “But… you said I wasn’t allowed—”

Vanessa pulled a key from her pocket, slid it into the lock, and opened the door with a soft click.

The smell hit instantly.

A Diaper Genie sat in the corner. And it was stuffed. The lid bulged open, plastic bags spilling out at the seams, swollen with days of use. Right beside it, slumped against the wall, was another tied off bag, but unmistakably packed with more used diapers. He had no idea she'd kept all of them.

Vanessa stepped aside so he could take it all in.

“So tell me..." she said, circling him again, "if you’re so ready, if you’ve really learned your lesson… why is that Genie full to bursting? And why do you have even more than that on the side?”

Her voice was soft. Too soft.

“Go on,” she said, folding her arms. “Look at them. Really look. Because every single one of those is yours.”

He didn’t answer.

Vanessa gave a little nod, voice dipping even lower. “Still think you don’t need them?”

Vanessa reached in and yanked the topmost diaper free. A Little Lions one that was plump and tinted yellow, a sour smell wafting invasively off it.

“Let’s take a little trip down memory lane,” she said, almost cheerfully. She held the diaper aloft where he could see it. “This one,” she said, as if speaking to a larger audience, “was from breakfast yesterday morning. You told me you could hold it.”

She turned, holding it by the waistband like a delicate artifact. “You made it halfway through your eggs before I saw the look on your face. That little twitch. The way you froze. I didn’t even ask. You just...let go.”

He stood frozen, bare feet on cold tile, arms pressed tightly to his sides.

Vanessa stepped forward.

“If you don’t need diapers,” she said slowly, eyes locked on his, “then this should be clean.”

She brought it up to his face. Close. Too close.

“Shouldn’t it?”

He flinched, nose wrinkling as the scent hit him. Warm, sour, unmistakable. His own shame, sealed and saved.

“I...I don’t...Vanessa, please—”

Her tone turned cold. “Kiss it.”

His eyes widened. “Wh-What?”

“You said you don’t need them,” she said coolly. “So prove it. If you’re really done with all this, then it's just a silly diaper, isn’t it? Obviously unused, because you don’t need them, remember? It’s clean. Just trash. No shame. So what’s the big deal? I want you to lean in and kiss it." she said, voice dripping with venom. "Right there. Where it’s warm and squishy and yours.”

He recoiled. “I… I can’t.”

“Kiss it, or I’ll fetch one of the messier ones,” she said softly. “The one from our walk. Remember that one? The one that leaked through your shorts and left a trail down the sidewalk?”

He whimpered.

“Now.”

Slowly, shaking, he leaned forward. His lips hovered an inch away.

“Closer.”

He shut his eyes and pressed a trembling kiss to the center of the diaper.

The moment his lips made contact, Vanessa shoved it forward with one hand, smushing it against his face.

The plastic crinkled.

He yelped and stumbled back, the scent overwhelming. When he wiped his mouth, his hand came away damp with condensation from the wrap.

Vanessa just smiled and tossed the diaper aside like garbage.

“One down,” she said coolly, already turning back to the bin. “And we’ve got plenty more to go.”

She lifted another hefty diaper out of the Genie, bigger than the one before. “This one, grocery store. You insisted you should wear your big boy undies. Said you were fine.”

She let it dangle in the air a moment, letting the weight of it—and the memory—settle.

“Then I watched you squat by the frozen peas, pretending to compare prices while you filled your diaper right there in the middle of the aisle.”

She gave a little scoff, then dropped the diaper on the floor between them with a dull, muffled thud.

The smell hit immediately. Thick, earthy, and unmistakably messy.

He flinched.

Vanessa didn’t look away.

“And then what?” she said coolly. “You remember? I had to march you to that awful little restroom in the back of the store. Plastic changing table, you were crying while I cleaned you in front of the mirror.”

He turned red, lower lip trembling.

Her eyes lowered to the diaper on the floor. “Down.”

He blinked. “What?”

“Hands. And. Knees.”

He hesitated.

Her tone didn’t change, but the danger in it was sharp as glass. “You want to convince me you’re not a baby? Then you won’t mind getting a little closer to your own track record.”

He didn’t move.

“Hands and knees. Now.”

He obeyed slowly, the thick padding between his thighs forcing his knees apart, his palms flattening on the cold tile. She stepped back, arms folded, watching him lower himself in front of the soiled evidence.

“There we go,” she said softly, satisfied. Watching him get down in front of the diaper like a guilty pup. “That’s more like it. Now you’re right where you belong.”

She let the silence stretch. Then nudged the diaper with her bare foot, scooting it an inch closer to him. “Didn’t need diapers then, huh?” she purred. “Go ahead. Tell me.”

"Vanessa please..."

"SAY IT!" she barked.

"I...I don't need diapers." He whimpered, voice trembling.

She gave him a nod. “Good. Then kiss it.”

He hesitated. But then, slowly, he knelt. The warm scent grew stronger as he lowered himself. When his lips finally brushed the padding, he gagged, but Vanessa was already reaching into the bin again.

“This one,” she said, holding another sagging bundle out by the corner. “Was my sister’s house. You remember, the khakis? The blowout so bad I had to toss your pants in her trash can and bring you downstairs in your emergency onesie. You tried to hide behind the couch while everyone laughed. She still talks about it. Wants to babysit you again by the way.”

She dropped that one beside the first with a flop. It smelled worse.

He looked up at her, pleading silently.

“Say it again.”

His lips were quivering, tears forming in his eyes. “I don’t need diapers…”

“Then kiss it.”

He bent forward, but this one was fouler. The scent was sharper, thicker. His body tensed.

Vanessa stepped forward and put her hand on the back of his head.

“Uh-uh,” she said. “No stalling. You filled it, you kiss it. Face what you’ve done.”

She pressed his head down, slowly but firmly. His muffled groans coursing through the disgusting, colorful bundle.

“Good baby,” she whispered. “Now… remember this one?”

Another diaper hit the pile. One clearly overfilled, the kind that squished when dropped. “Movie night. You didn’t even ask to go. You just sat there quietly with that little dazed look until I smelled it.”

He was crying now. Quietly, shamefully as he planted another kiss.

“This one,” she said, holding it up. “Was last Thursday. We were at brunch, remember? You were squirming so much in your seat that I had to take you to the family restroom in the middle of my mimosa.”

Vanessa reached into the bin again, a slow, deliberate movement like she already knew which one she was looking for.

Her eyes lit up as her fingers closed around it.

She lifted it out slowly. Pink, with faded hearts and princesses. It drooped heavily in her grip. “Oh, I’m surrre you remember this one,” she crooned, holding it higher so he could see every inch of the shame-stained plastic. “When you were all dolled up like a pretty little sissy for when Brian came over.”

He froze on all fours.

Vanessa stepped closer, letting the diaper sway slightly in front of his face, close enough he could smell the ripeness.

“I spent all afternoon getting you ready. The ribbons. The bows. The wittle pigtails. The make-up. That adorable little mini skirt."

She crouched, bringing the pink diaper down just inches from his nose.

“And then, right in the middle of sucking his big, fat cock…” She let the sentence linger, twisting the blade with her smile. “You messed. Just lost control. Right there on your knees. The noise, the smell. He was so revolted I thought he might leave.”

She chuckled softly, shaking her head.

“But he didn't. Just let you keep slurping on his dick, wriggling in your mess until he gave you some nice warm milk out of his thick, meaty ba ba. Probably made it take three times as long.”

He whimpered, face burning red.

Vanessa gently patted the front of the diaper with two fingers.

“This was supposed to impress him. Instead, it soaked through the back of your ruffled panties.”

Then her voice turned mocking and soft again.

“Say it,” she whispered. “You don’t need them, right? Go on.”

“I… I don’t need diapers,” he croaked.

“Then kiss it.”

He hesitated. She inched it forward.

“Kiss your sissy stink. Or do I need to call Brian back and let him watch this time?”

He leaned in, shaking. His lips brushed the squishy, soiled front of the pink diaper.

Vanessa pressed her foot down on the back of his head, forcing him further into it. When she finally let him up for fresh air, she kicked it aside to join the others.

“Good girl.”

One by one, she paraded his shame before him. At the cafe. At the park. The weekend trip where he woke up messy two mornings in a row. Each time, the same script.

“Say it.”

“I don’t need diapers…”

“Then kiss it.”

Again.

And again.

Until the pile of used, bulging diapers sat like a crude altar between them, and he was kneeling in front of it, red-faced and sniffling, lips shiny with shame.

Vanessa stepped in close, her voice suddenly low and precise. Deadly in its calm.

She knelt beside him and picked up the worst of the pile, holding it just under his nose.

“These diaper?” she said softly, “They're not just something you wear. They're your status. Your uniform. Your identity. I'm just making you come to grips with it!”

He looked at her with tear-filled eyes. She didn’t blink.

“Now. Kiss your shame.”

He leaned in and kissed it. Then again.

His shoulders shook.

Vanessa stood tall, arms folded, watching him tremble amongst the vast array of used diapers littering the floor.

“Well?”

He looked up at her. Defeated. Honest.

“I… I need them,” he whispered.

She raised an eyebrow.

“All of it.”

“I need my diapers,” he said louder, shakier. “I’m not ready. I...I never was. I’m… your diapered baby.”

Vanessa smiled. That same slow, victorious curve.

“There we go,” she said, stepping forward and brushing his hair back from his damp forehead. “That wasn’t so hard.”

He nodded weakly, still on his knees, trembling.

“I need my diapers,” he whispered again, as if saying it softer might spare him.

Vanessa smiled, satisfied. She let the silence linger for a moment. Her fingers idly combed through his hair.

Then she pressed her palm against the seat of his diaper.

Squish.

He stiffened.

“Oh…” she said softly, with mock surprise. “Would you look at that.”

She gave it a firmer squeeze. “Soaked.”

He let out a tiny, involuntary sound. Half whimper, half shame.

“Your leaking through your confession,” she said, voice featherlight and cruel. “I didn’t even notice at first. You’re getting that used to it, aren’t you?”

She withdrew her hand, and gave him a light pat on the back.

“You thought just saying it would be enough?” she added casually, stepping toward the corner. “A few little words, and suddenly you’re not the baby anymore?”

Her tone didn’t change much. But there was something in it now, something sharper. A quiet hook behind the sweetness.

He blinked, confused.

“I mean,” she went on, stepping back toward the corner, “you’ve told me you need them. Sure. But have you really accepted it?”

He stayed quiet.

“That’s what I thought.”

She turned back to the corner, walked calmly to the tied-off bag. The one bulging with the most oldest batch, its plastic stretched with the weight of dozens of soaked, messy, humiliating diapers, and dragged it to the center of the tile floor.

It hit with a wet, slumping sound.

She pressed it flat with her palm, then looked down at him.

“Crawl over here.”

He hesitated.

Her tone dropped. “Now.”

He shuffled forward on hands and knees, the crinkle of his own diaper echoing faintly in the cold, quiet room. When he reached her, she pointed to the bag.

“On top.”

“What…?”

“You heard me. Straddle it. Show me what you’re good for.”

Slowly, reluctantly, he climbed over the bloated sack of his own filth. Vanessa stepped behind him and placed a firm hand between his shoulder blades, pushing him down until his chest was flat against mushy mound.

“Feel that?” she whispered. “That’s all you. Every single one. So if you’re going to act like such a needy little thing, you’re going to earn the change.”

He let out a soft whimper.

“Now…” Her voice was honey-sweet again. “Start humping. And every time your hips move, you say it. Say what you are. Say what you need.”

He hesitated, so she gave his padded backside a sharp swat.

“Go on, baby. Face it. Own it. Or I’ll leave you here leaking and desperate.”

He whimpered again… then slowly began to grind against the bloated bag, the crinkle and squish beneath him forcing him to confront every humiliating accident he’d ever made.

“I… I need my diapers,” he whimpered.

“Louder.”

“I need my diapers.”

His rhythm quickened.

“I need my diapers.”

The warmth beneath him. The smell. The squish. It was unbearable, and yet inescapable. Each rut pressed his shame deeper into the mound of soaked, sagging plastic. Each repetition pulled him further from denial, until all that remained was the sound of breathless whimpers and his voice, desperate and broken, clinging to the only truth that fit anymore:

“I’m your diapered baby,” he gasped.

Vanessa crouched beside him watching, smiling. She folded her arms, watching with cold delight.

“Keep going.”

"I'm your diapered baby."

"I'm your diapered baby."

"I'm your diapered baby."

And then—he froze. His whole body tensed.

His cock twitched, his body tensed, his hips stuttered once, twice, and then...

He came.

Grinding down hard into the bloated sack of his own shame.

The room fell silent except for his broken breathing and the crinkle of plastic under his body. He stayed there, face down, panting, flushed and soaked.

Vanessa reached down and stroked the back of his head like a pet.

“There,” she whispered. “Now you really understand.”

She stood, calm and graceful, and walked to fetch a fresh diaper.

“And if you ever forget…”

She glanced back at him with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

“I have reminders.”

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Diaper Hypnosis

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"if you want to cum, you're gonna need to piss your diaper"

"cum? You just wet yourself, do you think that's the actions of someone who is old enough to play with themselves?"

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