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You get the best night sleep. Wearing diapers

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If you want to change my diaper I won't complain about a pink diaper. I'm just going to wet and mess in it anyways.

Jason lay on the changing mat, his bare legs trembling slightly as Lydia gently wiped the last of his shame away. His eyes darted toward the open closet, where stacks of diapers sat in neat rows. Some were patterned. Some were plain. A few were pale blue, untouched.

The one in Lydia’s hand? Thick. Shiny. And pink. With pink patterns along the waistband and little cartoon princesses across the front landing zone.

“Really? Are we going to do this again?” Lydia asked without even having to look at him, wiping her hands clean. Her tone wasn’t angry. Just…tired. Like she was too used to this little ritual of resistance from someone who should know his place by now. “We’ve been through this, Jason. More than once. And every time you make that little face when I pull out the pinks. Like we haven’t had this exact conversation a thousand times. Like somehow you forgot what you are.”

Jason looked away, cheeks flushed. “I just don’t get why it has to be pink. Can’t I at least wear something blue or—I don’t know—more…neutral?”

Lydia turned her head sharply and gave him a cold glare. That shut him up.

“Because you’re not wearing blue, Jason. You haven’t earned blue. Blue is for boys. For those who might someday become men. You gave that chance up when you let me cage your pathetic little clit and cried the first time you saw Greg fuck me.”

She unfolded the pink diaper slowly, dramatically.

“You wear pink because you are a sissy. Because you serve. Because pink tells the truth in a way blue never will. Pink erases any doubt about who you are.”

She lifted his legs with ease, sliding the diaper underneath him.

“This is not just a diaper. It’s not just plastic and padding. It’s your place. You wear diapers because you’ve earned them. Through accidents, through jealousy, through tantrums. 

He whimpered.

“And yes, it’s pink. Of course it’s pink. Because every time you wear one of these, I want you to feel the blush. I want you to see yourself. Because it’s too easy for little sissies like you to start believing their own fantasies. Thinking they’re equals. Thinking they’re… men.”

She looked down at him, lips curled in a knowing smirk. “I don’t put you in pink to tease you, Jason. I put you in pink because it’s soft. Helpless. Feminine. It takes your last illusion of manhood and wraps it in powder and plastic and crinkles. I want you to remember that you’re not in charge here. You’re not a ‘man.’ You’re not dominant. You are my wittle sissy baby.”

Jason clenched his fists, but didn’t argue.

“You don’t get to be the man. Greg is the man. You’re the one on the changing mat. In pink. You're soft, docile, helpless. And you want to be—don’t even try to pretend otherwise. But the moment I let your head wander, you start trying to act like this diaper isn’t necessary. Like your cage is just some temporary kink.”

She pulled the front of the cloth back, revealing the dainty chastity cage hugging his limp, hairless sissy clit. It was small. Decorative. A tiny pink bow had been added recently for effect.

Jason whimpered and looked away.

“You're locked because you don't get to feel that kind of power. Not anymore. Not ever again. Because sissies don’t take pleasure. They give it.”

She tapped the cage with a firm nail. Click. Click. Click.

“Do you know why the cage stays on?” Lydia asked, brushing his bangs from his eyes. “That’s your wedding ring, sweetheart. You gave yourself to me. Your control, your arousal, your pride. And this little lock is just how I make sure you keep your promises. Because when you’re unlocked, your brain goes backwards. You get jealous. Possessive. You forget who you are.”

He looked up at her—ashamed, but listening.

“So say it.”

His lips barely moved. “Because I can’t be trusted.”

“Louder.”

“…Because I can’t be trusted. Because I act out. Because I get jealous. Because I act out when I’m unlocked. Because I forget that I’m here to serve, not to lead.”

Lydia smiled again, softer this time.. “There’s my good girl. That little thing between your legs? It’s not even yours anymore. It’s mine. Caged, because you can’t use it responsibly. Caged, because it keeps you humble. And caged, because I deserve satisfaction without having to manage your urges.”

“You get this because Greg is a man. He takes care of me. He satisfies me. He fills me. And you?” She smiled now, folding the front of the diaper up and over his locked clit. “You wear pink. You stay locked. You wait in your playpen while the real adults have their fun. And you come when called to clean up whatever it is I want you to.”

Jason twitched at her words, but he was breathing faster now.

She fastened the tapes tight—one, two, three, four—then stood back with a satisfied smile.

“And guess what?” she said, crossing her arms. “This diaper? It’s staying pink. It’s staying thick. And the cage? That’s staying on. Because as long as you wear both, I know we’re finally being honest with each other.”

She leaned closer, her voice almost a whisper. “Greg likes the diapers, by the way. He thinks they suit you. He thinks it’s cute how serious you try to look, even while you’re crinkling around in bows and pastel prints.”

Jason shut his eyes. His breath trembled.

Lydia kissed his forehead sweetly. “He said something else, too.”

“What… what did he say?” Jason asked softly.

She smiled. “He said you’re the perfect little sissy housewife. Quiet. Locked. And always padded. He said it’s adorable how much you try to pretend otherwise, but deep down… you know your role.”

Jason whimpered as she slid a pair of lace-trimmed plastic panties over his diaper, sealing the humiliation into a single soft rustle.

“You’re not resisting because you don’t want this,” she added, helping him to sit up. “You’re resisting because you do, and it terrifies you.”

She pulled a frilly pink dress over his arms and began lacing it up behind his neck, tightly, so it could only be removed by her.

“But guess what, princess?” Lydia whispered, brushing his hair off his forehead. “You don’t have to pretend anymore. Not with me. Not with Greg. We already know what you are. And if you ever forget? Just look down at your wittle, PINK pampers!!”

She stood back and admired her work.

“Now get downstairs. He’ll be here in ten minutes. I want you kneeling by the door when he arrives—curtsy when you greet him. And remember what I told you: no talking unless spoken to.”

Jason nodded meekly, fully bundled in pink, the thick diaper pushing his legs apart with every awkward step.

Sissy. Locked. Diapered. Owned.

Exactly where he belonged.

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I love diapers more than anything in the world. I love wearing diapers 24/7 and having on control of bodily fluid. I love looking at other people wearing them as well and using them for there intended purposes too. It makes me SO horny!

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Looks good now fill it.

First time after 2years putting a diaper on, how does it look on me?

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Not if you don't have balls to hold it on.

Being a sissy is not about conforming; it’s about breaking free from societal expectations and embracing your true self.

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Who put that diaper on you they need more practice. Lol

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You can put that in my ass and put your seed inside me.

Reblog if you want to suck a trans cock 🍆💦🏳️‍⚧️❤️

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I like that I don't get hard or horny anymore

I enjoy watching you in chastity and never allowed to cum until you have shown that you TRULY deserve it. In chastity you are extremely horny and willing to do anything for sexual release. Makes you a good, hard working slave doesn't it???

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$3945

SO FAR NO ONE HAS FOUND ANOTHER NUMBER APART FROM (394) IN THIS BOX SO NO WINNER YET

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I would rather poop in my diaper than use a toilet. I'll go to kwik trip and stand in front of the toilet and poop in my diaper then change.

I think it’s only fitting the toilet can be seen in the mid left of the second pic 🫠

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I love Castro oil it makes a good messy diaper and cleans me out.