#unconfinedly

[adultbabystories]

“Yes yes YES!” You heard someone shouting behind the door that you were leaning against. It was an unfamiliar voice, not Daddy’s.

Most of the time, you were supervised or confined to a certain space.

Sometimes Daddy just let you roam around the room when you were with him. Other times when he was busy or doing other adult stuff, he’d put you in your crib, high chair, or playpen. You were never alone,  if you were, Daddy ensured you’d stay where he placed you.

The only time Daddy let you unintended and unconfinedly is when he brought other men home. This is when he lets you have a little freedom. He never revealed exactly why he does it.

You would play in your nursery on the floor, when he is sitting not far from you, on his phone. His phone beeps in sounds you’ve heard before. You know what they mean. Not too long after the door’s bell would ring. He would get up and leave for the door. Muffled voices would reach you, then stepping sounds towards Daddy’s master bedroom, following a shutting of the door.

You’d sit there, on your padded half-soaked butt, all alone in your nursery. No supervision, no confinement.

A man would stand up. A man would take off the diaper that was forced on him, march to the bedroom, and end this charade.

But you are not a man anymore, you are just his baby boy. You crawled to the master bedroom and as you did, your small caged willy got friction from the wet diaper, trying to get stiff unsuccessfully. You came close to the door, not daring to knock it, just slowly pressing your ear onto the door. Still sucking on your pacifier, you’ve heard the moans and the grunts from within. Only words from the man you didn’t know came from the inside. You know that when Daddy is having sex, he is not making any talk or sounds, he is just going at it, looking at you while he’s making your body pulse with beams of pleasure all over. Wearing a wet diaper, and sucking on a pacifier, outside of his door, you longed for your Daddy’s look and body. You wished you were the one with him and not this stranger. But the only thing you could do is to stay silent, hold your breath, and wet your diaper a little more while listening to the voices that came from the bedroom.

This is the freedom you have.

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This is @diapered-247's definition of "freedom". (Diaper-Bois.com as 'dprboy4daddy')

[artofencampment]

Shahram Khosravi, On Pandemic and Borders, Four Rooms from Det humanistiske fakultet, UiB on Vimeo.

This conversation between Shahram Khosravi and Daniel Blanga Gubbay is part of Four Rooms: Three conversations and a reading session for unconfined thinking, an online independent program organised at the beginning of April 2020, starting from distinct aspects in the current global situation. The full program invited Elisabeth A. Povinelli (on Virus and Interdependence of Lives); Shahram Khosravi (on Pandemic and Politics of Borders); a reading session based on Astrida Neimani's Hydrofeminism; or On Becoming a Body of Water, guided by Paul Maheke; and a conversation with Denise Ferreira Da Silva (on The Logistics of Exclusion and Obliteration in Self-Isolation). In time of self-confinement, the four video conversations connected rooms in different locations in the world, and live-streamed to collectively - and unconfinedly - think the present. Four Roms is a program conceived and moderated by Daniel Blanga Gubby, and fictionally hosted as an online fictional hotel by the narrative of خان - The Khan.