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My friend was wondering how the mittens work with the spike on them. I explained how I think they work but do you have any photos showing the mittens properly?

I actually get this question a lot haha, but always love answering it! These are inflatable latex mittens from Libidex (a great store for all things latex - one of my other big kinks 😉). The spike is actually a valve to inflate the mittens - it’s where you blow in 😋

You can see a closer view of them in this teaser for another video I did:

Check out my page here to see more content featuring the mittens! ❤️

Hope that helps! 🥰

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Mittened and messy for Monday! Do you think I’m secure enough? 🥵

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Plugged padded edged 🥵

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What do you think about my outfit choice for going on a walk? I didn't have time for a change before leaving! 😅

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First official video with the @theghxstmouse is out now on our ManyVids!

Should be up on clips4sale shortly as well

Watch as Miss Mouse attempts to hold in her enema during an unpleasant tasting dinner. 🫣

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Get ready with me !!!🥰🍂🤍

New video on jff !!!

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A Date Gone Wrong

CW: abdl, cuckqueaning, bondage, forced orgasms, humiliation, denial, fmf threesome, Male dom, fem dom, fem sub

“Is everything ok?” says a man looking down upon a half drank Mojito. Everything was going so well, he felt handsome sitting at a high top in his floral button up shirt wearing his favorite boots. He looked across the table at the beautiful woman wearing black sundress with sunflowers patterned across it. Who honestly shouldn't be caught dead on a date with a man on a phone but the phone call was apparently urgent.

“Yes, its just that I can't get her to go down for her nap” The woman on the other side of the phone says “she keeps um... humping her pillow”. While he couldn't she the person who the voice is coming from he could hear the smile creep across her face as she said it. He had to admit hearing that news made him smile too.

“Alright kiddo, I'm sorry that she's being tough for you, I will be home soon.” The man hangs up the phone and looks up at his date with apologetic eyes. “You know that situation I have been telling you about” the woman's eye brow raises “I think it needs to be handled”. Pulling out some cash to leave on the table, “I don't want to be presumptuous” the man says, “But is there any chance we can have round two at my place?”

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“Thanks so much for watching her tonight” the man embraces the apparent baby sitter and gives her a kiss on the cheek.

“I am not gonna lie, I had a great time” The babysitter blushes, “call me anytime, I would gladly do it again...” she says leaving room for something more but the redness of her cheeks seems to speak for her. The man smiles knowingly but decides to let her soak in her thoughts and waves good bye as he walks into the house with his date.

The man pulls out a couple beers from the fridge and hands one to the excited woman taking the opportunity to give the woman a deep long kiss. “I'm gonna go get her, I'll be right back”.

The man walks into the dark room, looking at the woman in what is seemingly an adult sized crib. She is pretending to be asleep, as soon as she heard the babysitter, oh wait, her girlfriend get off the phone with her daddy she knew she was in big trouble. He flips on the lights looking at the woman whose eyes glowed with fear but also lust. But it's probably not appropriate to call her a woman, I mean it's obvious that she was a woman at some point but sitting in a thick diaper that had a locking belt fastened around it and a small childish dress. Girl was a much more appropriate for the small mess of an adult that was in the crib. “Daddy you're home!” Exclaimed the girl as she grabbed the bars of her crib placing her hand in a spot hoping to hide her hard nipples poking through her dress. “How was your date?”

“Little one” He said looking at her with piercing eyes that truly meant he was not amused by her antics. “You know why I am home, what's going on”

“Listen... daddy...” She had dropped her innocent act as quick as she had picked it up. “It's just too much! I mean the diaper, my girlfriend, the chastity belt, the crib, her” the girl stopped mid-sentence looking at the woman now standing in the door way glowing so much in excitement that the man almost had to take her and push her against the wall and kiss her ear if it weren't for the sound of crinkling coming from the other side of the room. The man looked at the desperate girl who had started to bounce on her knees in a futile attempt to feel something but he wasn't sure she knew she was doing it.

“Yes her” the man said as he pulled the crib's sides down to let the girl out of it, “do you have something to say to her?”

But the girl wasn't there anymore she was thinking about the conversation she had with her boyfriend a month ago. You just do something to me her words echoing in her head Everything feels better when I'm not in control, you make me feel so small and I need more of it. I don't feel I am your girlfriend anymore, I feel like your little girl. It's what I need. The conversation even rang true as she looked at a beautiful stranger in her piss soaked diaper that was embarrassing enough if it didn't also come with a sense of belonging.

“Maybe sorry I am not old enough to control my body enough to be left alone for three hours” The girl snapped back to reality, feeling her daddy's grip tightening on her hair.

“I'm sorry Miss” the girl pleaded quickly “I didn't want to ruin your... date”. She barely could say the last word through the intense emotions flowing through her.

“I don't know, I don't think that's enough” said the man looking at the woman who had now moved closer to the frantic girl.

She took a second looking into the little girls eyes almost as if she was going to smack her across the face but instead she kissed the man which stung a lot more to the masochistic baby and said “Not even close” she said. And suddenly the girl was bent over the changing table quicker than she could think.

Now the girl had been restrained and stripped many times before and it was hard on her sweet little brain to keep up with but when two people were involved the whiplash she was feeling felt better than any orgasm she had received in her life. The woman was tying her hands to the hard point on the other side of the changing table and her daddy was undoing her chastity belt and removing her diaper. She was in bliss but that bliss would not last long as she feels a sharp pain on her ass. She knew by the sadistic way he kept hitting the same spot that it was her daddy. Not that she needed to deduce that because the woman had grabbed her face and was sweetly telling her how the horny girl had ruined her date and that she was a bad girl who shouldn't be playing with herself while her daddy was away. The smacks came harder and harder but now the woman had started to ask her questions and in desperation she wasn't even sure what she was saying. “Yes ma'am I am a dumb baby” “No ma'am I don't deserve sexual pleasure” “Yes ma'am I do find you beautiful” “No mommy, I am not old enough to have a boyfriend” “Yes mommy, I am too stupid to realize that I switched from ma'am to mommy” “Mommy please, how am I supposed to stop myself from humping when this whole situation is like a dream come true. It is Impossible to sleep when I want to cum so bad”

Silence...

The world had been spinning so fast and suddenly it had stopped, the poor girl didn't even remember what she said to cause this to happen. “Are you saying that if you came that the two of us could get back to our date” her mommy asked. The girl was so deep into little space that the only thing she could do was nod. It wasn't half a second before she felt a curious finger moving up and down her lips, searching for the tone of whimper that pleased her mommy the most. “Little girl, I am going to teach you how to cum and then you're getting put back in a diaper and going to bed do you understand?” her mommy had said.

It was her daddy's turn to look into her eyes as her mommy used a different tool from behind her. “You know what kiddo... we talked a lot about your fantasies and how you want to be kept in diapers and not let out” he kissed her lovingly “But sometimes you're too stupid to know what you actually want. I think cumming legs opened tied to your changing table might just be a little more embarrassing than just staying in a crib and watching us fuck.” He looked back at the woman who was looking at him in joy and ecstasy. “After all, watching us fuck is just hot. Cumming with all of our attention on you and we use you look a toy for entertainment. I can't think of anything more embarrassing” and fuck he was right. Like yes she had pleaded to be kept as a little girl and not allowed to do adult things but at the end of the day watching two hot people fuck is just enjoyable. It was safe, she could disappear in the background and soak in the sexual energy. But this was overwhelming, this was intense, she wasn't even sure how long this whole situation had lasted, she forgets when the last time she said words were. They came into here and built and built and built, pushing her to the limits, beating her, humiliating her, fingered her and now. And now she was cumming all over her magic wand while thanking them and telling them that she will never have sex again and she was orgasming at that thought.

The diaper change was uneventful, the now happily dropping little girl was giggling at the cozy diaper she was being put in. Her night was over, her new parents night was just beginning. As her daddy locked the crib back up he whispered a “I love you sweetheart”. He walked over to the door way and went to blow the girl one more kiss but she was already sound asleep.

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How are we feeling about this one yall

Clearly there’s some bits that need fixing but. I think it’s fun

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Who else loves a good set-up-to-fail situation? Between the mitts and the safety doorknob cover, they never had a chance.

Did this on a day where I wanted to draw but was stuck closely supervising a situation all fuckin day. So I did this intermittently and managed to end with a lil colored sketch

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REBLOG IF YOU ENJOY BEING HOODED AND GAGGED

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Is there anything more precious than diaper girls in tiny plaid skirts and big hair bows…

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I wonder how I stack up to the average 22 year old 😖

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“Arms in. Ankles out. That’s right, sweetpea. Just like you built it.”

You hated that she was right. You had built this monstrosity. Every plank. Every bolt. Every humiliating little measurement she’d barked out while you stood there, diapered and pink-cheeked, holding a cordless drill like a fool.

It had started when she asked for a pergola. You’d put it off. For months. Then the leaky sink. The shelves. The dog door. All conveniently forgotten.

So she gave you a different kind of project.

Now your legs are locked wide at the ankles, strapped into two thick wooden slots that make your sodden padding painfully obvious. You squirm, but there’s nowhere to go. Arms and legs bound, feet flat, cheeks burning. The seat creaks beneath you—still unpainted, still raw.

Just like you.

She hums behind you. Then the tray slides in with a sharp clack.

“There we go. My little handyman’s all strapped in. Can’t whine about your chores now, can you?”

She pinches your cheek, gripping it and forcing you to shake your head back and forth. “Noo!! You sure can’t!” She coos mockingly, giving you a little smack for good measure. You harumph behind your pacifier, careful not to let it fall out of your mouth, lest you earn another trip over her knee.

She sets a bowl of something gray and lumpy on the tray, then pops the pacifier out of your mouth with a soft click. Your stomach turns as you watch her pick up a spoon—not too big, so it doesn't go by too quickly, but not too small either. Just enough to make sure you get the full taste. She loads it up deliberately, the mush threatening to spill over the edges.

“Open wide, baby boy.”

You hesitate. She doesn’t.

Her fingers grip the sides of your jaw and she purrs, “Oooopen. Or should I get the feeding gag again?”

Reluctantly, your mouth parts. She shovels a sloppy spoonful in.

“There’s my big, helpful little man. Bet that mouth didn’t mind building this highchair once the cage went on, huh?”

You groan, barely able to swallow the mush without gagging.

She tsks.

“Aww. Does it taste yucky, pumpkin? Maybe you should’ve fixed the sink when I asked. Or changed the air filters. Or gotten off your lazy ass and shown me you could act like a grown-up.”

Another spoonful. It dribbles down your chin.

“So messy! Tsk tsk. Between your face, your ‘man cave’, and that soggy thing between your legs, you just can’t keep anything clean, can you?”

You glance down. The wood grain of the tray is unfinished—rough, sanded but unsealed. Your arms ache. Your thighs tremble. Your diaper crinkles shamefully with each breath.

“Oh, and since you’re such a natural at woodworking now,” she coos, wiping your chin with the back of the spoon, “Mommy’s decided what your next few projects will be.”

You blink.

She leans in, sweet as poison. “A changing table, for starters. Sturdy enough to strap down a squirmy little handyman who gets a little too handsy while his cage gets cleaned—and who’s clearly going to be needing lots of diaper changes, the way he fills them like it’s his job.”

You whimper.

“And a crib. Full-sized. Lockable. With bars you will install, since you’re so clever with those tools.”

You try to shift. Your diaper squishes. Her smile widens.

“I’ll be checking your cuts, of course. I don’t want my crinkly little carpenter getting a splinter while he’s curled up in his pretty nightie.”

Another spoon. Another whimper.

“Oh, and the pergola?” She sighs dreamily. “Still happening. But now you’ll do it with your pampers on full display, a pacifier in your mouth, and the only time you get to stop is for bottle breaks. No more ‘forgetting,’ right baby?”

You nod slowly, defeated.

“Good. Now open up. Here comes the choo-choo for my crinkly little carpenter. Chugga chugga—”

Your eyes close as the spoon slides between your lips.

She’s still humming. You can smell the fresh sawdust on your fingers.

You built this—not just the highchair, but the whole humiliating little world you’re now trapped in.

And she’s just getting started.

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giddy up baby girl 💕🎠

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assless chaps 🤝 diapered butt

(First play party was a success and my booty is blistered)