It's quite a feeling, humiliated and helpless as she squeezes your crotch, encouraging you to wet yourself... Telling you what a good little diaper boy you are. Despite all struggles you couldn't hold it any longer... Both of you could hear the hissing as you flood your diaper. Involuntarily you thrust your hips into her hand, a turned on horny little mess at this point. She laughs and teases you as she holds you in her lap, softly rubbing the front of your diaper. "I think I'll wait til morning to change you, but you can fall asleep in Mommy's arms tonight," She said as she pulled the sheets over both of you wiith soft kisses on your cheek and lips. Mommy's little boy.
My dream is to make the lewdest little nursery for my darling angel. Everything is pink and soft and cute, with padded floors so they can crawl around comfortably. Lots of stuffies and dolls to play with and a changing table with many, many diapies!
But everything is slightly lewd. The bigger stuffies have dildos strapped to their crotches and the smaller ones all have vibrators inside them. There's a TV for 'cartoon time' but it only shows an endless stream of hentai. The changing table has cuffs in case mommy needs to take care of a 'fussy' baby. Cute little picture books but they're all depicting the most deviant sex acts. A high chair with straps so mommy can lock the baby in for feeding time. A collection of chastity cages and belts patterned in bright pink and blues.
Of course there are cameras all over the room as well so mommy can watch my little darling while I'm working and can see you play with your pretty little self and hear you start to whine and cry when your diapie gets all full 💖
A weekend with Daddy... Nothing to fret about little one!
It took her a long time to trust him with such an embarrassing little secret as this.
Wearing adult diapers in your 30s, not just because it is an escape, but also because of how much it turns you on. Feeling helpless and humiliated, exposed and on display.
She hadn't told any boyfriend before, but she was glad she could trust him. Her fantasies were becoming a reality as she went into more detail over time, less afraid of judgment.
How much do you hold back from the one you share your life with, and what sort of toll does that take? How long has it been since you started putting up walls to hide certain parts of yourself?
True freedom in a relationship is to be unconditional. Conditional relationships are simply transactional, and sadly I believe some never move beyond that self serving stage.
It's a very rare relationship, and I miss it, but I do not seek the past.