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Always Here for You (Kylie)

Oh, look at you, trapped in your little sissy cage while your girlfriend is having the time of her life. Can you hear her moaning? Of course you can sissy! She sounds like a porn star! This has got to be the first time you’ve heard that before. I know she’s never moaned that loud with a loser like you - not even when she was faking it! That's what it sounds like when a real man takes care of a woman. Not like the pathetic whimpers you make when you prematurely ooze your loser goo. 

Aww, are you a sad sissy? Why baby girl? You know you would never be able to satisfy her like he can. You're just a little sissy cuck, meant to be locked away and forgotten while she enjoys a real dick. Don't worry though you sweet little Pampered Princess! Your Mommy might have left you behind but Cuckysitter Kylie will always be here for you! I'll make sure to tease you, and spank you, and to remind you of how much of a worthless sissy you are every chance I get! Then I’ll put you down in your cage and turn up your baby monitor so you can fall asleep to the sound of your Mommy being ravished by your new Daddy! Aren’t I thoughtful?

Eww Brandi, is that your diaper I smell? Ugh, you’re so gross! You always cry ‘No! No! I’m a man, not a little girl!” But, here you are, wearing a dirty diaper like a little baby. And you know what's even more humiliating? That you’re going to be sitting in it for quite a while! That’s right sissy! I won't change it until Mommy and Daddy are done. I think it’s only fair. You used to make her suffer through your pathetic attempts at being a real man, now you should suffer through her getting the sex she deserves! 

Uh-oh sissy! Did you hear what Mommy just said? She asked Daddy to save all the used condoms. What do you think she’s going to do with those, Brandi? And what does she mean “I think next time Sissy should get it from the source?” I bet that’s not good Brandi…for you at least!

Michael sat on the blanket wearing a super cute outfit and drinking cum from his bottle. His outfit consisted of a diaper, a cute spotty onesie, shortalls, rainbow thigh high socks and little shoes. It was a perfect look for him, completed by the smell of the stinky poopy mess in the seat of his diaper. It had been a couple of hours since he had pushed the squishy load into his diaper and it had gotten cold now so it didn’t feel as nice any more. But Michael was just a baby and had no way of getting out of the diaper unless Daddy wanted it off him. At this moment Daddy appeared, walking into the room, holding a new diaper and baby powder in his hand. “Time to change baby’s diaper!” Daddy said excitedly as he walked towards Michael. Michael giggled behind his bottle. “You like that bottle don’t you little baby?” Daddy said as he stood above Michael. The bottle was filled with a mixture of cum from Daddy’s big cock and cum from Michael’s little clitty. Michael loved his bottle. It tasted so good. Daddy knelt down and laid Michael down on his back. Michael giggled as Daddy took his shoes off and began to take his shortalls off too. It was time for a diaper change and maybe if Michael was very lucky, Daddy would fuck him while he changed him.

The late afternoon sunlight filtered through the curtains in soft golden streaks, bathing the room in a dreamy haze. Bennie lay sprawled on her side atop the bed, still dressed in her light blue work blouse and a pair of snug pajama shorts hastily pulled on over her diaper after she’d come home. Her chest rose and fell in gentle rhythm, the serene picture of someone deep in a much-needed nap.

Her Daddy, Matthew, entered the apartment quietly. The sound of the door closing and the jangle of his keys was muted—he knew better than to disturb Bennie’s precious post-work naps. After slipping off his shoes and setting his bag aside, he made his way to the bedroom. The sight that greeted him made him pause, a soft smile curling his lips.

Bennie had shifted in her sleep, now half-curled on her side with one leg bent and her hand lazily drifting over the back of her diaper. Even in her dreams, her fingers absentmindedly traced the soft crinkling padding, a small sigh of contentment escaping her lips. The faintest hint of a blush touched her cheeks as Matthew stepped closer, careful not to wake her too abruptly.

“Someone’s enjoying herself,” he murmured under his breath, a quiet chuckle rumbling through his chest.

As if responding to his voice, Bennie’s lashes fluttered, and she stirred, her hand now giving the back of her diaper a slow rub. Her eyes blinked open, the haze of sleep slowly giving way to the warm realization that Daddy was home.

“Mmm, Daddy?” she mumbled, her voice still heavy with sleep as she stretched out, her fingers grazing the waistband of her shorts. “You’re home?”

Matthew leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead, his hand smoothing her hair back from her face. “I’m home, sweetheart. Looks like someone had a good nap,” he teased gently, his gaze flicking to her still-resting hand.

Bennie’s cheeks turned pink, but she didn’t move her hand away. Instead, she gave him a sheepish smile, biting her lip. “It was a good nap. I might’ve been… um… enjoying my diaper a little bit.”

Matthew chuckled, sitting down on the edge of the bed beside her. His hand rested on her hip, giving her a playful squeeze. “Nothing wrong with that, baby girl. But I think it’s time we get you ready for ballet class, don’t you?”

Bennie’s eyes lit up at the mention of ballet, but she shifted hesitantly. “I guess so. Is my diaper okay?”

Matthew leaned over, gently tugging at the waistband of her shorts to peek inside. He gave her an approving nod, his smile widening. “Just a little wet. You’ll be fine until after class. Now, let’s get you into your leotard.”

He stood and retrieved her black leotard from the closet, holding it up with a dramatic flourish. “The star of the show needs to look her best,” he teased, making Bennie giggle.

She sat up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and lifting her arms so he could help her out of her blouse. The soft crinkle of her diaper accompanied every movement as Matthew guided the leotard over her head and down her torso. The snug fabric hugged her form, accentuating the outline of her diaper underneath.

“There we go,” Matthew said, stepping back to admire his handiwork. “My beautiful ballerina is ready to go. How does that feel?”

Bennie gave a little twirl, the leotard’s fabric stretching over her diaper with every movement. “It feels perfect,” she said, beaming up at him. “Thank you, Daddy.”

Matthew reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Anything for my little girl. Now, let’s grab your ballet bag and get going. We don’t want to keep your teacher waiting.”

David was so humiliated. He had been taken hostage and no doubt a ransom had been put on him but it was inhuman the way his captors were keeping him. They had put a thick diaper on him and had dressed him in girls clothes, a tight pink top and skinny jeans but with the diaper poking out. On top of that they had put a wig on him to make him look more feminine and put a piece of tape over his mouth which David didn’t realise said ‘Baby Slut’ on it. David was tied to the wall of a room that looked like a nursery with oversized furniture in it. Beside David at all times was a camera that seemed to be live streaming him. After being there for half a week David finally got his diaper changed for the first time. Once the diaper was off of him and his mess was cleaned off him as well the man doing it took his pants and underwear off. “Now, smile for the camera while Daddy fucks you,” the man said. To David’s dismay the man knelt down behind him and grabbed his hips. David tried to wiggle free but before he knew it he was being fucked in the ass by the man. Tears ran down his face while the man laughed and the camera filmed it all.

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The Last Chance Reform School and Clinic For Troubled Boys: The Clark Family; 3 Years Later

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It has been three years since Mrs. Clark’s son Mark was sent to The Last Chance Reform School and Clinic For Troubled Boys. During his first year their he was feminized and regressed into a teen sized baby girl. Near the end of his fist year at the school Mark became Melody as his mother gave the go-a-head for the school to preform SRS on him.

Unfortunately around the same time Melody’s parents had gotten divorced. Melody’s mother had been awarded custody of their new daughter and began reraising her. Over the three years since Melody was first sent to the reform school her mental state has been slow returning to that of a girl her age and is currently that of a preteen though still needing diapers.

“So how are things with you?” Sandra asked her bestfirend/sister-in-law over zoom.

“I’m doing fine. The school says that Melody is progressing nicely through her treatment. In fact she has a dance recital coming up next month.” Mrs. Clark replied.

“I’m guessing they’ll be expecting us to attend?” Mr. Clark asked his ex wife.

“Well YOU don’t have to come but yes. Melody specifically asked her teacher for 3 tickets so you and your sister can attend.” Mrs. Clark said a little annoyed.

“Moooooooooom!” Melody called walking into her mothers office in just her T-shirt and diaper.

“What is it Melody? Can’t you see I’m busy?” Mrs. Clark asked as her daughter grabbed her arm.

“Oh Hi Daddy! Hi Aunt Sandra!” Melody said looking at the computer screen.

“Hey Melody.” Sandra said stifling a laugh as Mr. Clark just looked away.

“Mom we’re going to be late for my dance rehearsal!” Melody explained turning back to her mother.

“It’s not for another 40 minutes sweetie. Well go in a few minutes.” Mrs. Clark told her mentally regressed daughter.

“But mom, I need a change before we go.” Melody said blushing a bit.

“Alright go get on your changing table I’ll be their in a minute.” Mrs. Clark said before turning back to her computer. “Sorry guys I have to go. I’ll call back when I get back.” She said before ending the call.

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I laid on my tummy on the soft carpet of Dada's home office, swinging my feet back and forth. I was busy coloring a picture for Dada, who was sitting at his computer, busy at work.

Trying to be a good girl and keep quiet while Dada worked, I suckled on my paci. The only sounds coming from my mouth were soft squeaks and happy whines as I looked at the pretty picture i was making. Every few minutes I would pop my paci out of my mouth to take a big drink of juice from my baba, only to put my pretty pink paci right back into my mouth.

After a while, I was almost finished with my picture. It was almost time for Dada to be off of work too, and I wanted it to be done before then so i could give it to him. I looked up at him and let out a happy whine as he looked down at me, reaching over to stroke my hair.

"Such a good girl. Daddy's almost finished, okay baby? Then I'll come and color with you."

"Otay Dada!" I mumbled around my pacifier.

I went back to coloring, looking up at Dada every few minutes. He seemed to be getting antsy, his foot tapping on the floor. He was probably ready to be done working.

Just as I was about to be done with my picture, he pushed his chair back from the computer, careful not to bump into me. I looked up at him with a frown. Dada usually didnt take breaks right in the middle of a project.

He saw my confused look. "Dada needs to go potty, babygirl. And speaking of potties, how is your diaper doing? Did my wittle baby go potty yet?"

I blushed and lifted my hands to cover my face as i shook my head.

"No? Hmm, that's not good. Its been a while since i changed you and you're still dry? Let Daddy double check, baby. Little girls are too small to know if they've made peepees."

I whimpered shyly, embarrassed as he stood and walked behind me. I went to move onto my knees so he could get a better view, but he held me still, lying on the ground. To my surprise, he straddled my knees, trapping my legs between his.

His big strong hands settled on my thighs and slid up, under my onesie and over my diapee, squeezing and pressing softly. "It seems you were telling the truth after all, you're all dry. We can't have that. Little babies like you should always have a wet diapee, isn't that right, Sweetheart?" he cooed at me.

I whimpered once more and nodded my head. Reaching over to grab my stuffie, i held onto it and rested my cheek against the carpet, laying flat.

"What's that?"

"Yes Dada," i said shyly.

"Good baby." He slid one finger under my diaper, sliding it along the inside leg cuff. "I think I know how we can take care of both of our problems. Daddy needs to go potty, and baby needs her diapee to be nice and soggy."

My cheeks burned with embarrassment and humiliation as I realized what Dada had in mind. I whined softly.

Dada's jeans unzipped loudly behind me and i felt him move a bit, sliding forward up my thighs. His finger lifted the leg cuff of my dipee and i felt him slide inside.

"Ready baby?"

Before i could answer, i felt him push deeper inside as he started to pee. Wet warmth spread over my butt and down between my legs. I whimpered and shifted as it began to soak into my diaper.

"That's my good girl. Just hug your stuffie baby, it's okay. Daddy's almost finished."

I did as I was told, holding still as his pee flooded my diaper. He started to gently pull back and push forward, and I gasped as his thingy bumped into my little kitty, soaking it in his warmth.

He slowly pulled out of my diapee and zipped his pants back up. I felt him bend down and I sighed happily as he stroked my hair, kissing my head. "You're the best little girl for Dada."

He stood slowly and sat back in his chair. "Daddy's almost finished with work, love. Once I'm done, I think my little princess deserves a reward for being so well behaved."

I squealed happiled around my paci and wiggled my now soggy bottom. "Fank you Dada!"

The big city really does have everything, doesn’t it? I mean, who’d have ever thought when I moved here last year that I’d be posing now in a frilly dress for you, smiling and wiggling and showing off my padded little behind…and all of my own free will? I mean, I can think of more fun things to do, definitely. But a paycheck sure is nice…

I’d never dreamed that there would be such a demand for stuff like this. Sure, I’m familiar with cat cafés and maid cafés; who isn’t here in Tokyo? But last year when I came here looking around for a job after graduation, a close friend of mine suggested I try out this place. “It’s kind of like a maid café, but different,” was all he’d said… And so I came and interviewed - and got the job the very next week!

At first it didn’t seem like much at all. The owner was super nice, though, and was completely up-front with me and the other new hires about the fact that we would be experimenting with a new kind of café. “People come to a maid café because they want to flirt and look at pretty faces while they’re being served,” he explained patiently. “And I thought, not everybody likes to be waited on; some people like to feel instead like they’re being busy and useful. So why not give people the chance to flirt and see young, pretty faces while also taking care of them?”

Those first couple of weeks were odd, believe me; I honestly almost quit a few times. But it got easier as I got accustomed to all this. Yeah, it’s like you imagine; we have to put on these frilly, babyish outfits as soon as we arrive, because the whole idea is to give the customer a chance to baby us. We’re assigned various ages to play; I’m usually asked to play age two, so that means I’m almost always in little onesies, dresses, sleepers, and of course…diapers. Oh, don’t worry - I don’t mind anymore! They took some getting used to, though, especially when we had to start actually using them and letting customers change us…

But what can I say? The Little Flower Café has supplied a new service, and the demand is clearly there - even though we maybe didn’t know it before. We get lots of older grandmas who just want to mother someone, but also younger guys, too…guys a lot like you, actually. I suppose they must like it for some reason, though I’m not quite sure what…

Anyway, enough about me! I shouldn’t be talking on the job, certainly when I’m supposed to be your kawaii little two-year-old for the next hour. Don’t you like it when I squat down and show you my ruffly little diaper bottom, sir…like this? I’m here to please you and make you smile, after all! Just tell me, sir - what else would you like to do with me this evening?

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I want a thick diaper like that! What type is that? What are some of the thickest diapers you can get?

“That’s it hubby, lick every drop off my pussy. He came a lot didn’t he?” “Now tell me how much you love showing everyone your pampers while you lick up my Bull’s cum”

**Squirm** *sigh** “I love it, Mistress” :/

You’re too little for Daddies lollipop young lady, if you need to cum, then you will have to cum in your wet diaper…..you have three minutes before bedtime, so you better hurry!

In the clinically white and eerily quiet nursery space, the two near strangers who had been held here for the past week stood nervously avoiding eye contact with each other and tonight’s nanny. Both captives wore footed onesies that gathered loosely around their legs and arms but pressed tightly against their bulky diapers, accentuating the thick padding they were imprisoned in. With the insufferable glee that all nannies here oozed, the nanny stared them down and asked, “You’re good girls, right?”

Neither of the girls took their eyes off the floor, but the more compliant of the pair, with her pink onesie and ribbons in her hair, who had warranted the harsher training on the first day after her lengthy fight to escape, nodded her head and squeaked an attempt at agreement. The subtlest change in the nanny’s stance sent a shiver through the silent girl all in blue and caused her companion to squirm in an attempt to shrink away into herself and out of sight.

“Ah ah ah, you weren’t going to speak there, were you?” Probed the nanny with unabashed delight in the reactions from across the room. When the girl in pink proved to be paralysed in adorable panic, the nanny broke the silence by continuing the questioning with, “Do I need to find something to keep your mouth too busy to talk?”

This conjured up memories of mouth soaping and unrelenting pacifier gags in the poor girl who had only tried to confirm her unquestioning submission to her nanny. She felt such powerful dread at the thought of these punishments that her eyes watered, her bottom lip trembled and a sudden and surprising rush of pee flowed into her diaper. Once she started peeing she couldn’t stop but that was a minor concern and didn’t hold her attention for more than a second. Her quick thinking and desperation lead her to fling her hand up to her mouth and slip her thumb between her lips. As much as it was a solution to the proposal she had been given, it was already a solidly ingrained comforting method that she now used when afraid or upset. Luckily her thumb sucking proved a perfect response for her nanny’s desire to quieten her.

“Aww, clever girl,” The nanny ecstatically praised the degraded and defeated girl as she desperately sucked her thumb and held back tears of worry and humiliation.

“You just keep your thumb in your mouth until I say so, ok?” This time there was no audible response whatsoever, just a tiny nod and a nervous, uncomfortable shuffle which the nanny put down to embarrassment, not being aware of the true, soggy reason.

With all this attention focused on one half of the captive duo, the other girl trapped in this nightmare had remained rigid and silent at her crib-mate’s side. She was internally chanting an unintelligible mantra based on a plea that the nanny wouldn’t shift focus to her. Despite her manifesting, almost praying to remain unnoticed, she was suddenly under the chilling gaze of the bubbly nanny who now made a demand of her.

“Give your baby friend a hug so she doesn’t get upset,” the nanny commanded in the usual delightful and sharp manor they all maintained. She hadn’t been broken the way her counterpart had since she had given in to the inescapable control of this place within hours of finding herself trapped in the infantile prison. Just as she would with any order given to her, she immediately obeyed her nanny and sidled over to the other trembling girl and gently slid her arms around her waist to hold her close. Instantly they both felt a tender warmness from the contact. This kind of closeness was deeply relieving in contrast to the way they were both so frequently touched by nannies who couldn’t be held back or reasoned with and had complete access to any part of them they wished. Physical touch with each other may still have been out with their control, but it wasn’t intrusive the way the nannies were. They were equally powerless here.

“That’s perfect! You two stay right there while I bring in the nice people who want to play with you. Don’t move a muscle,” The nanny almost sang the threatening instruction as sweetly as ever, inflicting painful anxiety on both captives. They had become very aware that this isolated torment they had been enduring was only the training and conditioning process before they began fulfilling their intended purpose. The exact nature of what would come next for them was unclear, but they both understood they would be confined to this life of babyhood from now on and every person they encountered would treat them like helpless babies or powerless playthings. As they stayed fixed to the spot, the nanny span around on one graceful leg to stroll out of the nursery area and fetch the infamous visitors. Before taking a step, an afterthought occurred to the nanny. Turning back to lock a sly gaze on the girls, the nanny added, “I’m sure I don’t need to say that your diapers better not be dry when they get in here. It’s silly, Of course neither of you could be dry right now. But still, it’s important to me you understand that.”

In unison, the girls shyly and shamefully flicked their eyes up to look at their nanny. Perhaps both of them were wet already. Perhaps not. As the nanny crossed the threshold and left the two babies alone in the nursery, they both stiffly stood absolutely still as their groins and bottoms grew warm.

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Zombie mode while filling my double dipped bottom

“Hey, there he is: your date for tonight! Ooh, aren’t you so excited to be going out with a boy your age, little Erika?”

Crikey, Erika’s mom looked almost as young as Erika did. Well, that is, except for the key difference that her blushing daughter was decked out in a onesie, an infantile hair bow, and what appeared to be nothing other than a diaper. The sight left me shocked, slightly amused, and actually a bit turned on, to be honest. Erika had confessed to me that she liked a kink she called “ageplay”, and said it was probably because her mom still tended to treat her like a little kid… I’d said sure, who didn’t like a bit of younger/older roleplay? But this? I’d never expected to see the hot, self-assured young woman I’d met in sociology class to turn out to be such a… well, such a baby.

But Erika’s mom plowed right on, eyeing me all the while in amusement. “Now, she should be all fresh and clean and dry, ready for a big night out with you, young man,” she smiled. “Once we get her party dress on she’ll be all ready to go! But please be careful with her, and make sure she doesn’t get in trouble, okay?” Geez, it sounded like I was going to be taking care of a toddler. And well…judging by that diaper, maybe I was…?

Perhaps she sensed my uncertainty about her daughter’s decidedly unorthodox underwear. Or perhaps she just wanted to shoot down any romantic aspirations I’d had in mind… “Erika’s father and I have a very strict policy for her, young man,” she stated firmly, her fingers maternally stroking the thick padding around her daughter’s crotch. “We don’t want her fooling around with premarital sex just yet, so that’s one of the very good reasons she’s going with you in her diapers. Not very easy to start a petting session when she’s all locked away in a babyish diaper, now, is it?”

I nervously nodded, resignedly waiting out this interminable awkward conversation - just as the flustered Erika seemed to be doing. “And,” her mom continued wryly, “Just in case either of you gets the idea that you can take that safeguard off and start getting physically intimate, we’ve taken additional precautions. I’m certainly not going to tell you how the remote signaling works, but if either of you even starts to remove her diaper, her father and I will know.”

She grinned and patted her daughter’s stomach. “And as for curfew, you’re going to want to get her back home by ten. No really,” she smirked, “I mean it. You see, I’ve made sure to load her up with a double-dose of timed laxatives that are going to have her cramping and filling that pretty little diaper of hers by ten sharp. That’s not exactly how you want your nice romantic date to end, is it? With a smelly little girlfriend waddling home in her messy diaper?” I shook my head mutely, aghast at the measures this lady was taking. Was she actually serious?

She smiled approvingly at my confused acquiescence. “Good, good. And remember - this is your chance to show us how well you can follow our simple rules with Erika. But if you break any of them…” she trailed off meaningfully. “Well, let’s just say that when your next date comes around, Erika won’t be the only one who’ll be put back in diapers. How’d you like that, hmm? How’d you like me to dress you up to match your sweet little girlfriend?”

I gulped, her sardonic laughter ringing in my ears. God, what had I gotten myself into?

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Being a good girl for daddy and using my diaper in my playpen🥰

Denied ♡

I knew I wasn't allowed to, but I couldnt help myself. I am just Daddy's dumb little baby, after all. And dumb little babies couldn't help themselves.

Which is why i was kneeling at Daddy's feet, whining and whimpering pathetically. He was playing a game on his computer and i knew better than to interrupt, but my kitty was wet and I wasn't allowed to touch inside is my diaper under any circumstances.

"Daddy, please," I begged for the thousandth time.

He smirked as he continued to play his game. "Oh baby," he said mockingly. "You know that little babies don't get play time unless Daddy says so. And Daddy didnt say so, did he?"

I whimpered as tears of embarrassment and need stung my eyes. "No Daddy. But... but..."

"But what, baby?"

"I can't hewp it. My wittle cunny is all wet Dada."

"Well that's just too bad, isn't it kitten? Daddy said no, that means no naughty time for you. Now be a good little baby and keep quiet for Daddy." He reached down and grabbed my paci that was clipped to my onesie and popped it into my mouth.

A tear ran down my cheek as he turned back to his game, leaving me a squirmy mess on the floor. The aching between my legs only increased and I began to move to hips. With no friction, it didnt relieve my frustration in the slightest. I saw Daddy glance down at me but he didn't say anything.

After a minute of uselessly grinding my hips against the air, i scooted closer to Daddy. His attention didnt leave his screen. I slowly crawled closer until i was right beneath him. Still no reaction.

I carefully mounted his foot and whined as his leg pressed against my squishy diaper, pressing it against my princess parts. Slowly, i began rocking my hips, grinding and humping against him, letting out small gasps and whines.

I felt Daddy move a bit as he paused his game, sitting back to watch me. Glancing up at him, i looked back down quickly as my cheeks burned in embarrassment. I tucked my face against his knee and whined loudly in relief.

I continued to hide my face as tears of humiliation leaked down my cheeks at the thought of Daddy watching me behave like such a naughty little girl. After only a few minutes of me humping Daddy's leg like the dumb little baby that he loved to remind me i was, i felt him shift in his chair.

Unwilling to look up at him, i whined. Moments later, i felt his strong hand stroke the top of my head. His fingers ran through my hair, and he gently grabbed onto a thick handful. I whimpered as he tilted my head back, forcing me to look at him.

With an amused smirk, he spoke. "Hi Baby."

"Hi Daddy," I whimpered out around my paci, slowing but not stopping my movements.

"What's going on down there, hmm?"

I just whined, unable to articulate what I was doing.

"Oh, now you're being shy?" Daddy chuckled. "That's okay baby girl. Daddy knows exactly what you're doing. Being a very naughty girl, aren't you?"

I just nodded.

"Look at you. Humping Daddy's leg, desperate for Daddy to play with your kitty. That's what you want, isn't it? You want Daddy to touch your wet little kitty?" he said teasingly.

"Yes pwease Dada," I begged.

"Awww, what good manners," Daddy commented. "No, baby. Naughty girls dont get rewards, and they certainly dont get cummies. If you had only waited until Daddy was done with his game, he was going to play with your kitty while we watched a movie, but I dont think you deserve that now."

I whined in protest, looking at him with puppy dog eyes. "Daddyyyy, please!"

"No, love. You disobeyed Daddy. And i think I know exactly how to make sure it doesnt happen again any time soon." He eased his foot out from underneath my cunny and stood. I moved to do the same, but he shook his head. "Babies don't walk. Crawl, baby."

I blushed and nodded, crawling behind him as he led me from his office to my nursery. He stood beside my crib and smiled down at me. "Come on, Sweetheart."

Daddy helped me up into my crib, folding the sides down so it more resembled a babyish bed. I rested my head on my pillow, and Daddy guided my wrists and ankles to the corners of the mattress, securing them into the fluffy pink restraints.

"Thats more like it," he said with a smile, leaning down to kiss my forehead. He climbed up, kneeling between my legs. His finger trailed up my thigh until he came to my thick diaper, gently prodding it. "Nice and squishy, as little babies should be. But i dont think that's the only thing wet, hmm?"

I blushed and shook my head, squirming slightly.

"I didn't think so. Not with all that pathetic humping you were doing." He pressed more firmly against the crotch of my diaper and i mewled. "You know, even though it was very naughty of you, seeing you act like such a needy little baby got Daddy pretty excited."

My cheek flushed red and I whined softly as I looked down at his crotch. There was an unmistakeable bulge.

He smirked and reached down to undo his belt and zipper. He slid his hand into his jean and palmed the front of his boxers. "Now, Daddies are allowed to tpuch themselves and play whenever they want. Babies don't. Do you understand?"

I nodded my head rapidly, whining as he pulled his hard cock out of his underwear, stroking it alowly.

"I'm not sure you do, little girl. I think Daddy needs to make sure that you understand that your kitty only gets attention when Daddy chooses."

I cried out in frustration, unable to look away from the scene in front of me. I didn't know whether i wanted Daddy to just give in amd touch me, or whether i preferred the punishment i was being subjected to. Except i did know. I wanted to be reminded of my place as Daddy's little baby doll.

Daddy smirked at me and let out a soft moan as he continued to stroke himself. I knew he was doing it to tease me. To show me how good it felt to be able to have that pleasure.

He moved forward and pressed his cock against the front of my diaper, rocking his hips into his fist, but still not enough pressure to give me any release.

Tears ran down my cheeks in frustration.

"What's wrong baby?" he cooed teasingly. "Do you need something?"

I nodded my head. "Yes Dada!" I pleaded around my paci, drool dripping down my chin.

"What do you need, cupcake?" He rubbed his slick tip against my diaper, smearing it around.

"I... i need Daddy to touch me," i whispered as i cried harder.

"No, you don't baby. You want it. You don't need it. What you need, is to follow Daddy's rules. You belong to Daddy, and you dont touch Daddy's things without his permission, do you?"

"N-no Daddy."

"Good girl," he sighed. "Now, Daddy is going to make cummies. But, baby doesn't get to feel Daddy's cock at all. And good girls certainly don't get cummy diapers."

He moved up my body until his cock was hovering over my face. I so badly wanted to stick my tongue out, but i knew better. And secretly, or not so secretly, I enjoyed the humiliation of being used to help Daddy masturbate with no pleasure of my own.

With a loud moan, Daddy said, "Hold still."

I did just that, closing my eyes as Daddy's warm milk coated my face all over. I did my best not to squirm. His special milkies were so close to my lips but i wasn't allowed to taste. It was torture.

After he was done, he sighed contently and leaned back to look at his handiwork. "So precious," he commented with a warm smile. He zipped himself back up and reached into his pocket and pulled his phone out. I blushed heavily as he snapped a picture. "Looks like Daddy got his cummies all over your paci," he said with a chuckle.

He pulled it out of my mouth for a moment and swiped it through the warm stickiness on my cheek, before putting it back in my mouth. "Just a taste, for being such a good girl."

4 diapees thick and ready for a day of adventures!🐰💖

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