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lucky you,... i have 1 chastity suit,... but not the mommy who control the key

Guess who got a chastity belt 😣

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and by force let me feel how young i am,...

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i wonder,... are there more places where i can find this kind of stories,.. who tease this way,... or shall i say diapertorture?

“you’re so mean.” of course i am, bullying a little defenseless baby like you is what gets me hard.

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The Job

Doe really needed a new job and just her luck she snagged an interview at a reputable organization. The application clearly stated that this was a padded position and whoever was going to fill it needed to be comfortable wearing diapers in the office. It took her awhile to find a website that sold diapers in her size but she finally got her hands on a pack of adult diapers. It felt so bulky and awkward to tape it on herself for the first time but she really needed this job.

She showed up to the interview very timid. She was acutely aware of the crinkle as she walked through the lobby. It seemed to be ringing in her ears with every step she took.

Finally she was called in to be interviewed. The man behind the desk seemed bored and inconvenienced that he even had to be conducting these interviews. He immediately had her lift her skirt to prove she was padded as stated in the email she received before coming in today. She shyly lifted her skirt to reveal the large adult diaper she was wearing. She noticed his mood change when she showed him her diaper. He gave a snide chuckle and shook his head almost in disbelief that she actually wore it.

After some formal interview talk he explained the position involved one diaper change per shift and that she would report to a specially appointed nurse for her changes. Doe felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment as he talked about her role at the company. The work she was going to be doing was very important so they needed someone who wouldn’t require bathroom breaks. At the end he informed her she had landed the position and that she was to come in bright and early the next day ready to work.

Doe realized none of the clothes she had at home would fully cover her new “underwear”. With reluctance she put on the new dress she had gotten for her first day, the dress she had bought before she realized she would be wearing large bulky diapers underneath.

Once she arrived for her first day the first thing her new boss did was spin her around and lifted her dress to ensure she was properly padded. She felt so violated the way he manhandled her. He gave her a quick pat on the butt and guided her to her desk to begin explaining the work she’d be doing from now on. Doe was starting to regret her decision to accept this position as she felt her first urge to pee and dreaded the thought of having to fill her diaper before the day was over.

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Baby Slave Rin locked in tight for a stroller ride by her Mommy, Luvia, when her crush, Shirou Emiya, happens up the two, seeing how far Rin has fallen, and subjected to absolute humiliation at sucking off Shirou, while Luvia makes out with him, just to really rub it in. Poor Rin, seems like she's gonna be a lot of more this from now on~

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Mama’s not going anywhere.

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and people smile,... baby's red head show's,.... (you remember an infant in there highchair?...)

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“Awww! You don’t like Auntie Scarlet anymore, do you?”

Scarlet’s voice was sing-song and laced with cruel amusement as she crouched in front of him, her eyes twinkling with mischief. He sat on the floor, knees pulled up tight to his chest, the thick diaper taped around his waist unmistakably sagging.

Ava, having just returned from her evening out, smiled in amusement. Her makeup was fresh, her dress elegant, her wedding ring catching the light. She looked him over and frowned. “Awww! What happened?”

Scarlet’s tone turned mock-offended. “Your precious little boy refused to eat the lunch I made him. Threw the bowl on the floor like a little brat. Refused the bottle, too. Said he wasn’t hungry. Said he didn’t want baby food.”

Ava slowly turned to face him, eyes like wildfire. “Is that true?”

He looked away, his voice soft and pathetic. “I-I didn’t mean…”

“She asked if it’s true,” Scarlet said sharply.

He nodded slowly, cheeks burning.

Ava crossed her arms. “So you refused the food I left for you. Refused your bottle. Talked back to Aunty Scarlet…”

He looked down at the floor, quivering like a puppy that knew from the tone of their voices that he was in big trouble

Scarlet stood and smoothed out her skirt. “He threw a fit the moment you left. I had to lock up the wine cabinet and everything. He told me he was tired of being treated like a baby. His words.”

Ava raised an eyebrow. Angry and embarrassed that her husband misbehaved in such a way.

“So,” Scarlet continued, her tone turning pointed, “We got our dirty mouth washed out with soap, and we had a long visit with Mr. Hairbrush. Didn’t we, sweetheart?”

He looked down again.

“Answer her,” Ava said sharply, now standing behind him.

He flinched. “Y-yes, ma’am.”

He winced involuntarily, shifting his weight on the floor. His bottom still throbbed from the spanking, every smack Scarlet had delivered echoing through the apartment like a gavel in a courtroom. 

“She made me count,” he mumbled, finally, voice small and hoarse.

Scarlet leaned in close. “That’s right. Loud and clear, so the whole building could hear. And you were crying like a baby by twenty, weren’t you?”

The tears welled up again, like the scene was playing out all over again. “Y-yes ma’am.”

Scarlet smirked and stood up. “By 30 he was BEGGING me to stop. Whining and blubbering and sounding like SUCH a pathetic little bitch. But you said no safewords, right?”

Ava nodded. “No safewords. Not for him.” She stepped around to face her husband and crouched, her voice lowering. “And yet you still mouthed off. Told Scarlet she wasn’t your ‘real mommy’. Tried to act like a man while I was gone.”

He tried to say something. To plead his case. To stand up for himself. But no words came.

“Did you forget why I was out tonight?” Ava asked, gently stroking his cheek with the back of her hand. “Hmm? You knew I had a date.”

Scarlet laughed, kicking off her flats and flopping onto the couch. “Oh, he remembered. He threw a fit right after your car pulled out.”

Ava’s smile sharpened. “Did you think that would stop what happened?”

He shook his head quickly. Too quickly.

“Mmm. I think you did. Poor baby. Did you imagine I’d turn the car around?” She leaned in close, her voice dropping to a purr. “Or did you hope I’d cancel because you pouted and kicked and whined?”

She let the silence stretch.

“I didn’t even check my phone,” she added. “Not once. I was too busy.”

Scarlet grinned. “Tell him. Tell him everything.”

Ava smiled without taking her eyes off him. “Oh, you want to know how it went, sweetheart? Fine. Let’s make it educational.”

She stood up slowly and began to pace leisurely, confidently, while he knelt and listened.

“He met me at the wine bar. Held the door. Paid for everything. Said I looked like a woman who deserved to be worshipped. And unlike you, he meant it.”

Scarlet hummed approvingly.

Ava continued, her tone soft but cutting. “His hands were on me before the appetizers arrived. Under the table. Bold. Possessive. I told him about you. About your little diapers. Your tantrums. You know what he said?”

“He said it made perfect sense. That a woman like me shouldn’t waste time on little boys. He said I deserve a man who can make me moan so loud the neighbors complain.”

Scarlet whistled.

“And guess what, baby?” Ava said, turning toward him. “He did. We didn’t even make it back to his house. I was bent over his car, right there in the parking lot, skirt hiked up around my waist, screaming into the hood.”

She stepped closer, watching the tears fill his eyes.

“Then we got in his car and I blew him. He tasted delicious.”

She crouched, voice lower now, crueler. “And afterwards, what do you think I did?”

He whimpered.

“I showed him you. The nursery. Your little crib. I told him you’d be full and crying by morning.”

Scarlet burst into laughter. “I bet he loved that.”

“Oh, he did,” Ava said. “He said he might come visit sometime. Give me a real man’s company in your nursery chair. While you sit in your playpen. Maybe he’ll even let you watch.”

She gently tapped his pacifier against his lips, then clipped it in.

“See, sweetheart? Tantrums don’t stop me. They remind me why I need better.”

He squirmed and gave a slow, mortified nod.

Ava gave a disappointed sigh and looked down at him. “You embarrassed me, you know. I left you in Scarlet’s care because I thought you’d behave. And instead, she has to spank you, wash your filthy little mouth out… and you still throw tantrums?”

“I—I’m sorry,” he whispered, barely audible.

She crouched, cupping his chin and lifting his gaze to hers. “Ohhh no, sweetie. You’re not sorry. Not yet.”

He whimpered as she stood, pulled the ottoman into the middle of the room, and sat down with a commanding presence that made his legs tremble.

“Over my knee. Now.”

Scarlet leaned back on the couch, a smug smirk playing on her lips. “Time for Round 2, loser!” she said.

He waddled forward reluctantly, every crinkle of his diaper magnified in the quiet room. Ava didn’t wait for permission. She reached out, took his wrist, and pulled him down across her lap.

“You don’t disrespect the women who take care of you,” Ava said sternly, peeling back the tapes of his diaper. “Not while you’re mine. Not ever.”

The cold air hit his already bright red, punished bottom, and he winced.

“You’re not just some sissy little husband anymore,” she continued, resting one hand on his lower back. “You’re my baby. And if I have to humiliate you in front of every friend I have in order to get that through your thick little skull, then so be it.”

The first smack landed sharp and fast, and he cried out.

Scarlet giggled. “Sounds like you’re starting from scratch, Ava.”

Ava didn’t respond. Her hand rose and fell in steady rhythm, each spank deliberate, echoing with authority. She scolded him between blows, a litany of reminders layered with shame:

“This is for making Auntie Scarlet raise her voice.”

Smack.

“This is for even thinking you could pour yourself a drink like a grown man.”

Smack.

“This is for forgetting your place.”

Smack. Smack. SMACK!

“Next time,” Ava said, swinging again, “you will eat what you’re given.”

SMACK!

“You will drink your bottle.”

SMACK!

“And you will say thank you to whoever is KIND enough to give it to you!!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Each strike forced a fresh whimper out of him, and with every one, Scarlet giggled softly like she was watching a comedy show. He was sobbing by the 50th or so swing, legs kicking, cries echoing through the taste of soap that still lingered in his mouth. 

When she finally stopped, his bottom burned and his pride was in tatters. Ava let him lie there across her lap, chest heaving, diaper peeled open beneath him like a banner of defeat. 

Then, gently, she whispered: “You’re going to apologize to Auntie Scarlet now.”

He turned his head to look at Scarlet, face streaked with tears.

“I'm s-s-s-sowwy… Auntie Scarlet…”

“For what?” Scarlet teased, sipping her wine.

He swallowed hard. “For… b-b-being naughty. Fow thinking i'm still a man…”

Scarlet leaned in so close that he could feel her breath on his skin, whispering in his ear, “Next time you sass me, we’ll see how far you can take my strapon down that mouthy little throat of yours!”

He trembled.

Ava took his hand and guided him to the corner, pacifier already dangling from her fingers.

“You don’t get to misbehave just because I’m out enjoying a real man,” she said as she clipped the pacifier in. “You just get punished.”

“You’ll be sleeping in the punishment crib tonight. Gagged. Mittens on. And in this same diaper. Maybe by morning, you’ll really be ready to be sorry.”

She stood up and addressed Scarlet without even looking at him.

“Do me a favor. Bring me the suppositories and the locking plastic cover.”

Scarlet beamed. “Of course.”

Ava stepped close to her husband’s ear and whispered, “You’ll listen while I tell Scarlet everything my date did to me. Every inch, every moan. And you’ll stand there and think about the choices that brought you here.”

She popped the gag into his mouth, buckled it tight, and spun him by the shoulders.

“Face the wall. Hands at your sides. Spread your legs.”

And with that, she left him in the corner. Silenced, sore, and stewing in the consequences of forgetting his place.

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The thing you want most in this world, is to come a little closer, sink between my legs, and worship my pussy

But you can't, because you are a pussy free diaper loser

You will be denied pussy for the rest of you life, because you'll be in diapers for the rest of your life!

Do you really think you could pleasure a woman, with your little cock hidden behind a big puffy diaper?

Listen to my sultry voice and watch me spread my legs suggestively as I humiliate and tease you until you are desperate and begging.

Pampers not pussy for you sweetheart.

Deep down we both know that’s what you really want anyway

Even if it’s too embarrassing not to pretend otherwise

Just admit it. You love diapers more than sex. If I said you can be a big boy again but that means no more diapers, You’d choose diapers.

Wouldn’t you? I mean God , if I said you couldn’t wear diapers for even just a week you’d panic. Do you have any idea how pathetic that

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"And if you can make me cum, you'll be my good girl" 😈🎀

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You came without permission now you’re not coming for a while

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Yes please