Whoa! That Was A Loud One. Did Somebody Just Make A Big Poopie For His First Date?

“Relax. Have a seat if you like. Of course, I have some rules. Little boys must wear diapers if they are going to be sitting on the furniture. These are expensive pieces, and I just can’t risk you having a wet or messy accident on them. Don’t you worry, sweetheart. Auntie will put you in diapers and it will be our little secret. If you don’t have to go, then you don’t have to go, and there’s nothing to worry about. If you do have an accident, well, that’s what diapers are for. And if you have to go pee pee or poo poo and decide you’d rather just let go and let your diaper do all the work, well, like I said, it’ll be our little secret. So what are we waiting for? Let’s get you in a diaper ASAP.”

Padded Little Paradise

Naptime Thoughts

Image Credit: Ageplay247.com Quiet! You’ll wake her if you’re not careful. It’s her naptime, of course. She needs two, maybe three hours’ na

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Padded Little Paradise

When Mommy Takes Control

Image Credit: ABDreams.com “Aww… you like that, don’t you? You silly little thing!” A rustle. A quiet moan of agreement, muffled by the rubb

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“Aww… you like that, don’t you? You silly little thing!”

A rustle. A quiet moan of agreement, muffled by the rubber nipple between the naked young woman’s lips. A pathetic little wriggle and nod as, with eyes screwed shut and face drawn in a silent transport of humiliated ecstasy, she assented to the amused words of her caretaker.

“Goodness, just look at you! All naked and helpless for me, like the sweetest little baby!” Rhoda continued, her warm voice dropping into a sexy purr of delight. Her hand was working gently, pressing the thick cotton booster suggestively into her partner’s freshly powdered groin. “Anyone else would be completely, utterly humiliated to be treated like this, you know. But you’re not just anyone else, honey, are you?”

Her voice was dripping with loving condescension as she leaned forward, elegantly mascaraed eyes alight with pleasure. “What are you then, sweetie? Go on, tell me. What are you?”

A muffled, barely audible response, between shy and shame-filled moans of ill-concealed pleasure. “I- I’m a ba- a baby– Jus’ a baby-” She was wriggling under Rhoda’s touch, her naked body tensing in irresistible pleasure at such a shameful admission. “Jus’ a siwwy- wih’ul- baybee…“

Rhoda laughed then: laughed over the quiet crinkle of the outspread diaper, laughed over the pathetic little mewlings of her Little partner. “Oh, honey, you’re more than a little baby now. You’re my little baby – mine, and no one else’s. And you know what? You’re going to be my baby for good: forever and ever.”

She bent down and cupped one of her partner’s petite breasts in her hand, smilingly weighing it as if mentally comparing it to her own voluptuous curves. “Just look at how sweet and cute you are without your clothes, baby! So naked and little and innocent, so very, very babyish…”

She giggled and gave the exposed nipple a tiny tweak, eliciting a muffled gasp of ill-suppressed surprise and pleasure from her partner. “Such cute little baby boobies, too – so small and adorable! You know, I think they look so much better like this. We’re gonna leave them nice and naked and free from now on, of course. No more of those silly padded bras. No more trying to pretend you’re a big girl when you’re so clearly not…”

“Yeh- yefh, Mommee-” came the groveling response, and Rhoda chuckled once more, a rush of dominant pleasure coursing through her at the sound of such helpless submission. “Aww, good baby!” she commended, her hand working with renewed vigor between her partner’s splayed legs. “And you’re gonna learn to love your diapers more and more every day, too. Believe me – you’re simply not going to have a choice! You may think sometimes that you do… but, oh, sweetie…”

She broke off, chuckling with dark pleasure as her partner squirmed and writhed under her relentless touch. “Sweetie,” she resumed, “There’s simply no way you can resist me – not even if you wanted! I’m your Mommy now, after all, and I know what’s best. I know exactly how to deal with you… how to make you do every little thing I want… how to train you and teach you and remind you that no matter how big you once were, you’re going to be nothing but an adorable, helpless, brainless little baby by the time I’m done with you…”

The red-faced, labored breathing and the tight-drawn muscles of her partner testified to the groveling pleasure and rising arousal within. She was close now, and with every suggestive thrust of those fingers pressing the soft booster against her shaven and powder-covered pussy – with every condescending word that left her partner’s lipstick-covered lips – she was edging ever closer to one of the most gloriously shameful climaxes she could imagine. Soon she would be cumming: not from penetration, nor even from a vibrator, but from the sheer humiliation and throbbing pleasure of her partner forcing her to become a helpless, laughable, infantilized little toy.

But then… just as she was teetering on the brink of bliss… Rhoda stopped. And oh, the stifled wail of disappointment that escaped her partner’s pacified lips sent fresh shivers of pleasure rippling through her.

“Aww, such an excitable baby!” she crooned, shaking her head at the young woman’s plaintive whines. “You’re getting way too excited for a baby girl as little and innocent as you. But don’t worry,” she added, with a sly little giggle that set her partner a-tremble . “I’m sure we’ll eventually find a way to scratch that silly little itch you seem to have between your pretty little legs. Maybe after you’ve shown me just how well you can fill your pampers… how soggy, and saggy, and smelly such a sweet little baby’s diaper ends up when Mommy takes control…”

And in that moment, the mortified little wail of disgust from her charge sounded in her ears as one of the most beautiful sounds in the entire world.

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A while back I talked about making a diaper audio…. And here is my first attempt! 

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Bondage Story/Caption Index

The other day, a follower was chatting with me about my captions and stories with bondage and BD/SM themes, and it sounded like an index of some of those posts might be helpful. (Because – let's face it – Tumblr's tools for finding old posts are crap.) So here we go!

Obviously these stories also include a lot of other themes besides bondage, restraints, gags, etc., so do be forewarned. If you don't like hypnosis, pet play, forced regression, diaper use, etc., then maybe these aren't for you. But then again, in that case why would you be following me anyway?

Captions:

Rosie's New Role

Odette's Reprogramming

A New Career for Brielle

Shockingly Pleasurable

Medicating Melissa

Good Pet for Nancy

Drink Up, Little Effie

Gulp, Gulp!

Messy, Messy Carmen

Karma's a Bitch

Going Too Far

Regress and Re(s)train

An Unexpected Discovery

The New Doll

FaceTiming with George

Therapy for Jalisa

Binding the Blonde

Training the Dominatrix

Trouble with the Ex

How to Be a Good Personal Assistant

Anya in Charge

A Sissy's Education

Troubles for the Intern

Benny Gets Bossed

Good Night, Agent Addison

Dribbling Little Daphne

Bound for Max's Pleasure

Playing with the New Toy

Jeffie's Reeducation

Koko: Maid to Cum

Save Me, Charles!

Elaine's Intruder (Part One | Part Two)

Roxanne's New Patient (Part One | Part Two | Part Three)

Brittany's Baby

Beth's New Halloween Costume

Cheating Never Pays

Rules for Baby

Wife into Pony

Audrey

Christmas with Ashley

Mommy Knows How to Discipline

Jake's New Toy

Hush, Lucy, Hush

Fight, Little Baby

Stories:

The Date, Part Two

Diapered, Desperate, and Denied

Loose Lips

Hush, Little Stacy

A Surprise Checkup

Hindsight

Promises Kept

Whispers in the Night

Replaced... or Repurposed?

Silence is Golden, But Duct Tape Is Silver

Bonding Time, Part Two

Gagged and bound you lay there, straining yourself against the restraints in the desperate attempt to prevent what was unfolding in front of your eyes.

It should have been a normal evening with your rather vanilla partner. But unbeknownst to you, your mate had different plans. In hindsight, it should have been a warning sign when your partner suggested to spice things up with a little bit of kinky bondage, but you had been too intrigued by the idea to suspect a thing. Only after you were ordered to strip naked and had your hands and feet safely tied to the bed, it had finally dawned on you that something was not right.

When your partner proceeded to gag you with some plastic tape, it became a certainty. Your partner was showing no intent to engage in sexual activities with you. Instead, your mate just stood there, silently relishing the sight of your naked and bound body and the increasingly alarmed look in your eyes. Then, slowly and theatrically, your partner opened the cupboard and, making sure that you followed every movement, removed the loose floorboards where your secret stash of diapers and other fetish gear was hidden. With a devilish grin your mate produced one of the extra thick AB/DL diapers you had secretly ordered from a fetish site. “No need to look so surprised. I have known about your fetish for quite a while now. And your secret stash..”, here your partner paused for effect to let you gaze upon the boxes of diapers that now lay out in the open, “…was not that hard to find either. It is almost as if you wanted to get caught. You didn´t even clear your browser history after visiting all these fetish sites. Naturally, I was intrigued and wanted to find out more about these secret desires that you tried to keep hidden from me.”

While speaking, your partner slowly unfolded the diaper, expertly handling it, fluffed it up and proceeded towards your completely exposed midsection. “At first, I was not sure how to deal with this. But when I saw what particular fantasies you indulged in, it was like an epiphany. All these stories about grown men being forced to wear diapers and turned into diaper dependent and obedient babies. All these posts about diaper training and forced incontinence. I couldn´t help but imagine how you would react, if I turned your fantasies into reality. And I must confess, I rather liked the idea of having that kind of control over you. In fact, I nearly came when I thought about all the possibilities.”  

Petrified, you were unable to stop listening, bound not only by your restraints but also by the sheer shock of it, tangled in an inextricable web of conflicting emotions, ranging from fear and disbelief to – as shameful as it may be to admit it – a peculiar kind of arousal you had never felt before. Despite your best efforts to fight it, your body was already betraying your emotions and things started to move in your diaper area. All hopes to conceal your arousal vanished instantly when you saw the mischievous smirk in the face of your partner. “I see that you like the idea as well. Since you are obviously onboard with it, I should better hurry to get this diaper on you before you make the bed all sticky.”

Still holding the diaper, your partner produced a towel and proceeded to spread it out under your exposed midsection. Not daring to resist in your exposed state, you obediently lifted your bottom when you were told to do so. Only a few moments later, you were resting on the soft padding of your new diaper – the first one in a very long time that you hadn´t put on yourself. “As you may have noticed, I have already acquired some skills of my own when it comes to putting someone in a diaper. I had plenty of time to prepare, after all. Your favorite sites were quite useful in that regard. I have read up on nearly everything from diaper changes…”, here your partner paused again while fetching a bag with changing supplies from your stash, “…to the proper use of suppositories and laxatives.” As on cue, your mate revealed, with devilish glee, a pack of glycerin suppositories. “I have heard that these are quite effective when it comes to ensure properly used diapers. If I use three of these, you will be messing yourself like a baby in no time.” Relishing your apparent horror at this prospect, your mate gave you a warning look while playfully toying with your exposed genitals. “I know that you don´t like messing yourself, but there is nothing you can do to prevent it. I am in charge now and I am making the rules. You want to wear diapers and I am willing to grant you your wish, but on my own terms. If we are going through with this, we are doing it properly. You want to wear diapers like a baby, so you will be using them like a baby, in both ways and at all times. And if you try to resist…”, here the grip around your genitals tightened to a painful squeeze, “…I have to use a more hands-on approach to make you comply.”

Your fantasies were indeed becoming reality, but they had been just that – only fantasies. This was different, this was real – a fact that was most clearly demonstrated on your throbbing genitals a mere second ago.

“I give you one choice and one choice only”, you heard your partner say. “Either you fully commit yourself and let me turn you into my diaper dependent baby, or you forfeit the right to ever wear or mention diapers again in my presence for as long as we are together. As I have said, if we are going through with this, we are doing it properly, according to my rules and with me in charge. If you don’t want to commit yourself, that is fine, but then I will take no part in it. I couldn´t stand seeing you in and out of diapers at your leisure, when there is no way for me to enjoy it. All or nothing, the choice is yours.”

Torn between two completely different prospects of the future, you lay there, motionless, speechless, overwhelmed by the impossible choice you had to make. Sure, you had at least thought about wearing diapers 24/7 before. But you had never actually considered going through with it anytime soon, let alone right then and there. What would your life be like, if someone else found out? Surely you could not expect to keep it a secret, if you were confined to diapers at all times. On the other hand, a life without diapers seemed so bleak and devoid of comfort. Could you really just forsake it all? Wouldn´t your partner´s presence always remind you of your sacrifice and poison your relationship? And your partner, would you really want to break up your relationship because you could not decide on what was more important to you? Either choice came with uncertainty and the chance of regret.

“The clock is ticking. We can´t leave you like this all night, after all. Either you choose to become my obedient and diaper dependent baby and let me finish what we have started, or you decide against it and I will personally get rid off all baby gear and set you free. If you want me to go through with it, just nod and let me give you your very first suppositories as a sign of your commitment. It will be diapers only from then on. No more potty, no more underwear, only diapers. You will be my baby and I will make sure that it will stay this way.”

You shuddered hearing this. Especially the last part sounded rather ominous. Was it meant the way it sounded? Would there really be no going back?

“On the other hand, you will have my utmost attention and I will personally cater for your every need. You will be the most obedient but also the happiest diaper boy around. Just a little nod, and it will all become reality. Think about it. I offer this only once. If you decline, I will never speak of it again. We will continue our relationship as if this never happened, if you keep your fetish out of it. Otherwise, there will be no future for us together. It all depends on you. You have to decide and you have to do it now. I can´t put up with your indecision any longer. This needs to be resolved right now or you will never find the courage to choose which life you wish to lead. If I hadn´t cornered you like this, you wouldn´t even have dreamed about coming out to me. Now everything is exposed and lying openly on the table. There is nothing to hide anymore. You are already lying there under my control, gagged and bound and with a hard on at the prospect of being forcibly diapered after receiving some very fast acting suppositories. No need for any false dignity. You and I know both what you really desire. I am about to give it to you. What else is there to think about?”

Cornered like this, called out on your obvious and undeniable arousal in one of the most humiliating situations you could imagine and with a hard on that had grown even more at the prospect of a life in diapers under your partner´s control, you couldn´t really find any words to deny the truth of it. You were finally allowing yourself to admit it. You actually were craving this, had been for a long time, in fact. With a deep inhale through your unimpeded nose and one last thought about the significance of what you were about to do, you resigned yourself to your fate and, slowly but firmly, nodded.

“I had hoped for this and I promise that you won´t regret it. At the beginning, you may try to change your mind, but believe me, it will be worth it to have me as your guardian and caretaker. Once you have adapted to the new situation, you will be glad that you have chosen this way.”

Already starting to doubt your decision as you once again saw the obvious glee in your partner´s eyes, you steeled yourself for what was about to come. “And now to make it official and to confirm your commitment, let´s continue with your initiation. Just relax and open wide, and it will be over in a jiffy.”

Not in the mood for lame jokes but resolved not to question your decision any longer, you gave a muffled sigh and lay back to let it happen without having to watch it. Only moments later, you felt the tip of the first suppository penetrate your backdoor and winced involuntarily at the unfamiliar sensation. One after another was pushed inwards until all three of them were resting deep inside you.

Afterwards, your partner´s hands began to coat your genitals and your whole diaper area in a thick layer of barrier cream, followed by a hefty dose of baby powder. Only moments later, the diaper was folded around your properly pampered bottom and fastened tightly. It was not your first diaper of that kind, but it felt differently. You knew that you would be forced to used it very soon and that it would not be your decision when it would be changed. And it would only be the first one in a long line of diapers lining the way into your new life of diaper dependency. Against your will, your arousal grew even more at this thought.

“And now that you have accepted my offer and are finally back in diapers where you belong, let´s order some supplies for your training.” Eager at the prospect of what lay ahead, your mate, who had now become your caretaker, pulled a chair towards the tail end of your bed and sat down with a laptop to let you see the page shown in the current window. It was the page of the web shop where you had ordered your latest shipment of AB/DL diapers.

“Let´s see. We will definitely need some more of your favorite diapers. Or maybe some pink ones…, I bet they will look pretty on you. And, of course, some locking plastic pants. We need to make sure that you stay properly padded, after all. Oh yes, and some of those padded mittens that I can lock onto you. Hmmm…, while we are at it, what do you think about chastity? This extra small cage seems to be just the right size for you. I say, let´s take it. And, oh wow, have you seen these tunnel plugs? The extra large one looks amazing. Can you imagine having this one inside you? We absolutely have to take it. I´ll order the whole set so that we can gradually work up to it. And they even have catheters, isn´t that great? With this, you can start becoming diaper dependent in no time at all. Let´s see, what else they have…”

Silently whimpering with every new discovery because of their implications for your immediate future, you had no other choice but to passively observe your mate ordering each and every item needed to keep you in diapers for a very long time and to make sure that you would end up needing them in no time at all. Soon after, the first cramps kicked in as the suppositories started to do their work.

This would be a very long night and, judging from your partner´s shopping spree, this would only be the beginning.

(The picture that gave me the idea for this story was provided by mndiaperboi26 - https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/mndiaperboi26 - who gave me total freedom in regard to what kind of caption I create with it. This is the result. I hope that you like it!)