Story: Diaper Slave Clara – Banned from Amazon!


Diaper_Slave_ClaraABDL Story that was banned from Amazon for being too extreme, so offering it here instead. Standard RTF Format, so anyone can easily open and read it. 




When Clara’s husband beats her with his belt, she presses charges and sends him to prison. She didn’t expect his Russian Mafia family to seek revenge. They kidnap and ship her to Russia where they intend to train her to be a subservient wife to his husband when he is release from prison. At his insistence, they humiliate her by putting her in diapers and forcing her to use them. When she breaks their rules, she is punished severely with spanking, caning, bondage, enemas and other intense scenes. Will anyone save her? 


This story contains AB/DL(Adult Baby/Diaper Lover) themes, harsh punishments, bondage, spankings, paddlings, enemas, wet & messy diapers, public humiliation, girl on girl, boy on girl, kidnapping and other extreme situations. Do not read this book if you are not comfortable with this imagery.



Letter from Amanda

Here is another email I received today. This one is from Amanda. I hope you don’t mind, Amanda, but I fixed your spelling errors and some grammatical issues.

Just thought I would share my own true story of how I got into this fetish. When I was thirteen, I fell while rollerskating down a hill. I broke my right leg in two places, broke my wrist and my collarbone, and had over 120 stitches in assorted parts of my body. I also bruised my spine, which caused very severe incontinence. The doctors called it urge incontinence back then. Basically, by the time I felt the need to defecate it was already too late and I would mess myself. While the rest of my body healed, the urge incontinence did not go away at first. I had to wear adult diapers while they tried to figure out what was causing it.

The doctor had just assumed that it was caused by a bruise on my spine and had told my mom it would go away when the bruise healed. When it didn’t, he began looking for other causes. This, of course, led to a lot of very uncomfortable and humiliating medical tests. The very first test I had to endure was probably the most humiliating. I was lying on the exam table in the doctor’s office and a nurse came in with some supplies. My feet were placed in the stirrups and my diaper was unfastened. She inserted the tip of a disposable enema bottle into my ass and squeezed in the liquid. Then she just refastened the diaper and told me she would be back in a few minutes to clean me up. It only took a minute for the urge to hit hard and I filled the diaper.

I was crying from shame when she came back into the room. She comforted me and explained that I had to be cleaned out before the doctor could examine me. The whole time she was cleaning me up and changing me into a clean diaper. Then she left the room and the doctor came in a couple minutes later. He unfastened the diaper and started by sticking his finger in my ass and moved it around looking for whatever might be causing my problem. When he didn’t find anything that way, he stuffed an analscope(or however you spell it) into my ass and spread it open. It hurt like hell and I had to sit like that for about five minutes while he looked around inside my ass. After the exam, my mom was called back into the room and the doctor told her that he didn’t find anything and he was going to send me for an x-ray to check the rest of my colon.

The nurse made an appointment for the x-ray the next morning and gave my mom a giant bottle of red liquid that I had to drink that day, with orders not to eat or drink anything until after the x-ray. The red liquid was a half gallon of powerful laxative. I spent the entire day filling my diapers and wishing I was dead. It was absolutely horrible.

The following morning we arrived at the local hospital for the x-rays, but they had another surprise in store for me. It turns out the only way to take an x-ray of your intestines is to use a contrast material called barium. They had me lie down on a big stainless steel table and this really cute x-ray technician comes in with a big bag of white liquid hanging from a medical pole. He was very sweet to me as he explained that he was going to fill me up with that fluid to take the x-rays.

First, he unfastened my diaper, which was thankfully clean, and then rolled me onto my side. He then lubricated the enema nozzle and quickly inserted it into my ass. The nozzle had two inflatable bulbs on the end to keep it from coming out. One on the inside and one on the outside. He inflated them a few times and check to make sure it was a good seal. It was incredibly humiliating, but at the same time exciting. The thought of this hot guy doing these things to my body had me all flustered and turned around inside.

Next, he released the enema and let it flow into me. He spent a bit of time rubbing my belly and making sure I was okay while he waited for me to fill up. When the bag stopped flowing, it was time for the x-rays. He helped me roll onto my back and then he placed a lead shields over parts of my body that didn’t need to be x-rayed. He then disappeared into another room for a few minutes to take the x-rays.

Once finished, he came back into the room and lifted me off the table and helped me stand up. The nozzle was still stuck in my ass. He explained that usually they take it out and send patients to the toilet, but with urge incontinence I wouldn’t make it. He followed me to the toilet with the enema bag and stand in tow. He had me squat over the toilet as he pulled out the nozzle and left the room as I immediately began to release the barium solution.

He returned a few minutes later with another enema bag on a pole and a standard nozzle and explained that the barium solution needed to be washed out. I stood up and bent over the sink and he inserted the nozzle and held it in place while he gave me a clear water enema. This happened twice to ensure all the solution was cleaned out. After releasing the final enema, he helped me clean up and then he rediapered me. I should have told him I could diaper myself, but I was really liking the idea of him doing it. I think that was the point that it really became a fetish for me.

It turned out the urge incontinence was caused by nerve damage and it did eventually heal. After about a year, I had full control again. I would often fake minor relapses though, whenever the desire to be diapered became too strong. My mom completely believed it though, thanks to the doctor. He had told us that relapses might happen, which is what gave me the idea in the first place.

I hope you are able to print my story. And I apologize for the poor spelling. Spelling simply isn’t my strong suit. :)

Filed under: Letters

Letter from Andi

Here is a letter I received today from Andi…

Hello there. I read your recent post about how some people truly experienced diaper punishment as children. My story is a bit different, but completely true.

I grew up with a very loving mother and occasionally abusive father. I say occasionally, because most of the time he was a decent father. He supported the family, went to my extra curricular events, etc. However, every few months, he would go out drinking with his friends. He got very mean when he was drunk and my mother would lock me in my room on nights he went out drinking. She would rather he abuse her than me.

This is where the diaper come into the picture. Hearing him yell at my mom would scare me senseless and I would often wet the bed out of fear. This was a common theme on nights I was locked in my room, so she decided that diapers would solve that problem. Throughout my childhood, any night my dad would go out drinking, I spent the night diapered and locked in my room. As I got older, it became a fetish. I have no idea why. It just happened.

Currently, I am 43 years old and live with an amazing man that keeps me in diapers most weekends. He is strict, but caring and I love him completely. We are both huge fans of your web site. Please keep up the great work!

Your Truly,

Andi R.

Filed under: Letters

Been a while…

Okay, it’s been a while since I posted here. I thought I would just merge the blog into my main site, but people keep asking me to update this blog. I guess I will just post my thoughts and stories here. =)

Anyway, I’ve been meaning to talk about some things I’ve noticed after talking to many girls about how they came to enjoy diaper punishment. One in particular that I heard about the other day…

This girl was raised by her mother and had a single sister. When she hit puberty and started getting her period, she would often not pay attention to certain things and her pad would leak. This would inevitably lead to stains on the furniture. After the first couple times that this happened, her mother started forcing her to wear diapers during her period. She didn’t make her use the diapers for potty priveledges, except one time when she threw a fit about being forced to wear diapers to school. Her mother allowed her to stay home, but insisted that for that week she would not be allowed to use the toilet. Her mother relented on forcing her to mess after the first time, but insisted she use the diaper for #1 until her period was over.

Many people will insist that stories like this are not true. I, however, believe her completely. I have personally witnessed diaper punishment being used on friends of mine(hence the start of my own fetish). There are also a lot of similar stories from other girls. Of course, some might be made up fantasies, but very few of them seemed far fetched to me.

What people don’t realize is back in the day(for people age 30+ in general), parents often believed that children wet the bed because they were lazy, or acting out, or any number of other ridiculous reasons. They truly believed that the best way to get their kids to stop wetting the bed was to humiliate them into wanting to stop. Humiliation was also used often to punish kids for bad behavior. Some of these seem less harsh than diaper punishment(dunce caps, announcing their bad behavior in front of others, etc), but parents back then didn’t think diaper punishment was any worse.

There are, however, some points to be made about these anecdotes. The vast majority were not forced to use their diapers. The humiliation was in the form of exposing them to others while wearing diapers. Some were forced to use their diapers, but that really seems to be a minority. Also, most were not publically humiliated while diapered. They were most often only exposed to their family members, primarily as a means of instilling fear of similar punishment in their siblings.

That being said, I very much enjoy reading your own anecdotal stories of how you were diaper punished. Please keep sending them in. =)


Future Models…

Okay, I need some feedback. I get a lot of emails asking for certain things. Some people want to see new girls all the time. Others want to see the same girls over and over. At this point I think I am running out of authentic ABDL women for photoshoots and I want your opinion on the matter. Here are the options:

1. Continue with authentic ABDL women only. Even if that means shooting the same girls over and over. Of course I will continue to search for new ABDL girls, but currently the tank has run a bit dry.

2. Hire professional models that have no interest in the ABDL lifestyle. Of course the content would be as authentic as possible, but in the end they are just models. The benefit would be very attractive women.

3. Hire the ABDL women I have turned away in the past for multiple reasons. Not to sound harsh, but these reasons usually included being overweight, older than average or just not very attractive. My apologies if that offends anyone I have turned away in the past.

I have included a poll to the right side of this page where you can choose the option you would like best. Personally I enjoy working with real ABDL women. It makes everything much more fun, however, I will do whatever it takes to make DiaperedOnline the best it can be.

Thank you for your assistance.


Self Bondage with Tabitha #2

Tabitha sent me another email describing a recent self bondage adventure she had. Enjoy!


It’s been a few months since my first attempt at self bondage and I’ve had several successful runs with it since. I’ve come up with a bunch of ideas on my own and incorporated some of the ideas people have sent me. Then, a few days ago I was trying a new idea and had my second backfire… sort of.

I have spent a lot of time looking for time release padlocks, or something similar, with no luck. The ice cube tricks were great for single position self bondage and the mailing yourself the key trick is great if you just want to be locked in diapers for a day, but I wanted more restrictive bondage while still being able to walk around. This is what I came up with…

First, I created the key release mechanism through trial and error. A small shelf was installed high on my living room wall – about nine feet up as I have a ten foot ceiling in that room. On the shelf I placed a small desk lamp with a 100 watt incandescent light bulb pointing down onto a separate section of the shelf. In this separate section under the bulb, I placed a a candle that I had melted a string into. The string, in turn, was tied to the key and a small fishing weight. The lamp was then plugged into an electrical timer, so the light would turn on after the predetermined period of time and the bulb would soften the wax enough that the weighted key would fall to the floor. I tested this new contraption several times to make sure it worked and it worked flawlessly every time.

Next came the real test. Three bambino diapers came first with the two inner diapers slit for drainage. A locking pair of plastic pants covered those and was locked at the small of my back. Long socks and a short t-shirt completed my outfit, but not my bondage. A twelve inch long pair of shackles was attached to my ankles to make sure I could still walk around, but wouldn’t be able to climb on anything to get the key early. Last came a waist belt with eighteen inch chains cuffed to my wrists. This would ensure I could still feed myself and deal with emergencies, but not reach higher than my mouth to grab for anything. The timer was then set for 24 hours and I went about my day. I would be able to retrieve the key and free myself about 6pm the next day.

I was soaking wet by bedtime and very messy by noon the next day. By 6pm I was ready to get out and clean up. At 6pm, as scheduled, the timer clicked over and the light came on. After twenty minutes I began to worry as this had never taken more than ten minutes before. An hour later I was trying to think of a way to get the key down. All this worry just made things worse, because I’m one of those people that desperately has to poop when I get really nervous. This, of course, led to an even messier diaper. After four hours, I was sitting on the couch debating my options when the key suddenly fell to the ground. I unlocked myself, cleaned up and then went back to investigate why it took so long to fall. I climbed up on the stepstool and took a look. For some reason only half the candle was melted. The only thing I can think of is that candle was different than the others I had used in the past, as they had always melted completely within 5 minutes under the heat of a 100 watt light bulb.

Despite the issue, I intend to refine this method a bit more as I like it very much. Hopefully I can come up with a more consistent method. Of course, the knowledge that something might go wrong increases the excitement of self bondage. It’s mentally easier when you know you will be released at a set time. When something goes wrong, and you spend more time in that predicament than planned, it increases the danger of being caught. Good luck to all of you with your own self bondage adventures!


Letter from Zach

I’ve had an interest in diaper discipline for as long as I could remember. Always fantasized about finding a dominant woman that would keep me in diapers and humiliate me. After a lot of searching and several bad relationships, I found Stacy – the woman of my dreams – on a fetish dating site. She enjoyed being in charge and was very dominant without being over the top in the fetish lifestyle. She loved the thought of keeping me in diapers and punishing me when necessary. Amazingly she even had no problems with changing diapers – be they wet or messy.

When we started our relationship we discussed many details and agreed that she would be in complete control of every aspect of our lives and I would be her diapered subordinate. The only problem was a small detail I had overlooked about myself. Every time I orgasm, I lose all interest in being submissive and diapered. Sometimes it only lasts for a short while, but other times it can last for days. This is actually a common problem for many men, but it was threatening our relationship because I would become beligerent about submitting when the mood was gone. After a few rocky weeks, Stacy came up with a solution that initially scared the hell out of me. Enforced chastity.

Stacy purchased a CB3000 chastity device and wasted no time in locking it in place. It felt weird having something locked on me like that, but the really weird feeling came when I became aroused. The blood flowed, but my penis couldn’t grow any larger than it had room. It wasn’t exactly painful, but it wasn’t comfortable either. Regardless of my inability to get an erection, after two weeks of no orgasms I began having wet dreams and waking up with that same uninterested in submission feeling. Ever the researcher, Stacy found lots of information online about how withholding release would simply cause increased sensitivity to the point that simply touching the penis could cause an orgasm. Once again, she found an answer to our problem.

From that point on, I was subjected to weekly prostrate milking. Every Sunday, she bend me over the table and ties my hands down. My diaper and the CB3000 are removed. She dons a latex glove and inserts two fingers into my ass and begins massaging my prostrate. After about 10-15 minutes of this, fluids begin to drip from my penis. It’s an ejaculation without orgasm, which removes the added sensitivity from lack of release. Using this method, she has been able to keep me chaste for over eight months now. I am constantly turned on, but orgasms are forbidden.

She also uses this weekly ritual to allow me some time out of the device, which is recommended. I am still bound to the table and unable to touch myself, but it does allow for a temporary erection. After the milking is complete, she will place a butt plug into my ass since I will not be diapered for the next couple hours. She says she can’t trust me not to make a mess on the floor. After I’ve had time to air out and she has thorougly cleaned the CB3000, she will reattach it and put me back in diapers until next Sunday.

Such is my life. I will write more when the opportunity arises.

Filed under: Letters

First scripted session!

I had an interesting morning with a semi-local diaper girl. Usually when I do a diaper punishment session I call the shots, though I respect their limits. This girl was insistent on following something of a script however, and when I finally agreed we set up some time for this morning. Her script was not very detailed, so I knew this was going to be a short session. Regardless it turned out rather satisfying.

She shows up at my door at the appointed time and I invite her in. I bring up the subject of a safeword, but she insists on playing without one. So, I lead her up the stairs to my room where I had everything prepared. I stripped off her clothes and laid her across the bed on her back. Three bambino diapers were placed under her ass – the two inner diapers being slit to allow drainage through to the third. Her legs were then raised and three glycerin suppositories were inserted as deep into her ass as I could push them with my finger. One at a time I fastened the diapers as tightly as I could without ripping them. This was followed by a pair of locked plastic pants she had brought with her. I placed one of my own padlocks through the chain in the small of her back. One of the two keys was placed inside an envelope I had previously addressed to her apartment. This was later dropped in the mailbox to be delivered to her place in a day or two.

Next I stood her up and started threading a long nylon rope around her body. The rope was tied in such a way that she could be suspended from two hooks in the ceiling with most of her weight resting on the part of the rope that went between her legs. Once suspended a few inches off the ground, the rope between her legs was pulled very tightly against the triple thick diapers, forcing them into her ass crack. The point of this bondage was to prevent her from messing while the suppositories gave her intense cramps. As per her script, she was gagged and left suspended in that position for three hours. Every ten or fifteen minutes I would tease and torment her by tickling her feet or smacking the back of her thighs with a paddle. Despite the obvious discomfort, she seemed to be in a great headspace. I’m pretty sure she even had an orgasm at one point.

After her three hours was up, I let her down and removed the gag. I made us some lunch and we sat down to eat. In the middle of lunch, the suppositories she had been holding all that time did their job and she made quite the stinky mess. We discussed how things went and she was very pleased. After lunch, she got dressed – still wearing the triple thick and now very messy diapers –  and headed home. She will be locked into those diapers until the key I dropped in the mailbox reaches her. She only lives about 90 miles away, but today is Sunday so she won’t be receiving the key until Tuesday. I realized after she left that she probably didn’t realize there is no mail service today.

Scripted or not, I learned some new tricks today. That was a lot of fun and I hope she comes back again. Maybe she will eventually allow me to video tape it.


Letter from Jared

First of all, I just want to say I love your blog and your site. Thank you for all your hard work bringing those of us into diaper punishment some real content to enjoy. I also wanted to share one of my own experiences and hope you are able to post it on your blog. A lot of people will not believe the following story, but I assure you it is very true. Some of the details might be hazy as it’s been quite a few years since it played out, but the general story is accurate.

When I was nineteen, my dad kicked me out of the house because his new girlfriend didn’t like me. He said I was old enough to earn my own way and gave me two days to be out. Without many options, I stayed with one friend after another while working a minimum wage job at a gas station. After a few months wearing out my welcome with friends, I went to stay with another friend and his mother. She was very accomodating and told me I could stay as long as I needed. She often pushed me to go to community college and get some kind of degree so I could get a real job and support myself correctly.

After a few months, her son Ben(my friend) decided to join the military and went off to boot camp. With him gone, I figured I would have to find a new place to live but his mother(Mary) insisted I could still stay as long as I needed. However, with Ben gone she began to act a little differently than normal. She became very abrupt and would give me a list of chores to do every day. If I was slow of failed to finish them to her satisfaction, she would say things like “You’re lucky I don’t beat your ass”. It was confusing at first, but after a couple weeks she told me that she had found my stash of femdom porn and read the fantasy stories I had written about being dominated by my friend’s mother.

I was quite embarassed, but she insisted we discuss it. After a lengthy conversation she was convinced that despite my hesitance about the subject, it was actually something I was very interested in. So, she told me that my room and board was now contingent on my ability to obey. The new rules were that I would do as I was told when I was told, I would enroll at the local community college and I would quit my job at the gas station so I could focus on schoolwork. Failure to follow her rules would be met with harsh punishment.

To emphasize how serious she was, she ordered me to drop my pants and lie across her lap. I wasn’t sure how to react at first, but the look in her eye told me she was very serious. I slowly dropped my pants around my knees and moved into position over her lap. She grabbed my right arm and twisted it behind my back to hold me in place. Then she pulled my underwear down and in a disgusted tone admonished me for the skidmarks she found there. After a tongue lashing about hygiene, she proceeded to lay into my ass with her hand. After fifty swats I was fighting tears and struggling to get off her lap, but with my feet unable to get leverage on the floor and hands useless I just had to endure her punishment. I lost count, but somewhere around one hundred swats she told me the spanking would continue until I gave in and cried. This first punishment was less about inflicting pain and more about putting me in a vulnerable headspace. A few quick swats later and I was sobbing.

After the spanking, she led me to a corner and placed me there like a child with orders not to move until she said I could. My pants and underwear were now around my ankles and my ass was on fire. I continued to sob to myself in the corner as I contemplated what was happening. This had always been a fantasy of mine, but the reality was not quite the same. The spanking hurt and I dislike pain, but as I stood in the corner I became aware that just thinking about what just happened had given me a raging hardon. After a couple hours in the corner, she told me I could pull my pants back up and finish the list of chores she had given me earlier in the day.

The next few weeks saw a lot of changes around the house. I was no longer employed and was waiting for the next semester of community college to start. I spent most of each day doing my chores the best I could. I only earned one more spanking in that first few weeks when I forgot to trim the grass at the bottom of the fence when I mowed. That spanking was more about punishment than putting me in my place. I was just a quick fifty swats and an hour in the corner. This few weeks did lead up to the next stage in my submission though.

One of the biggest issues she had with me was my hygiene. I showered every day and brushed my teeth regularly, but apparently I had a problem with properly wiping my ass. No matter how much I tried to get clean, I ended up with skidmarks in my underwear. So, one day she decided to teach me a lesson and told me if she saw one more skidmark she would put me back in diapers for a week. The very next day she found a skidmark…

Apparently she expected me to fail, because she was already prepared. She walked right into her room and came out a minute later with an assortment of items – baby powder, baby wipes and the largest disposable diaper I had ever seen. I teared up at the thought of wearing a diaper when it became clear she actually intended for me to wear it. My pants were already around my knees, because she had just checked for skidmarks a few minutes before, so she ordered me to remove the pants and underwear and lie on the floor. I wanted to run away, but knew better and did as I was told. She unfolded the diaper and placed it under my ass, then pulled out several wipes and aggressively cleaned my entire ass and pubic region. Once I was clean to her satisfaction, she sprinkled on liberal amounts of baby powder and then pulled the diaper closed and taped it tightly into place.

I was stifling tears from this new humiliation as she told me that I would be in diapers for one week and my toilet priviledges for that week were revoked. The look on my face gave me away as she clarified that meants I had to use the diapers for everything. The tears began to flow freely at this revelation and I began to sob. She simply stated that I was acting like a baby and I should just accept my punishment like a man.

It was a tough week which led to much more intimate domination. It seems changing my wet and messy diapers helped her jump whatever hurdle was holding her back from the more traditional style of female domination. Rather than simply being a maternal figure that ordered me around and punished me when necessary, things took a much more sexual turn. She began buying items at the local adult toy store and practiced using them all on me. The first items she purchased were restraints, butt plugs and a strapon dildo. These types of items were all center stage in my fantasies, but once again reality was quite different. The fantasy of being bound was incredible, but the reality was that several hours in tight bondage was very uncomfortable. Couple that with a huge butt plug in your ass that makes you constantly feel like you have to take a dump and it really sucks. On the flip side, however, after an intense domination session my fantasies are fueled tenfold. Hate it when it’s actually happening, but love it afterward.

Anyway, after a week in diapers I was allowed to go back to my normal clothes. This didn’t last long though, because Mary realized that she very much enjoyed having me in diapers. So, diapers became a permanent part of my wardrobe simply because she liked them. I got used to hiding them under my clothes and before long I didn’t even give them a second thought. That was just my life for the next three years. It all ended when my friend Ben became injured while serving in the military. He came back home so his mother could help care for him as he recovered. We couldn’t continue this relationship with him around and he was going to be around for a long time. I had gotten my degree by this point, so I found a good paying job and moved on with my life. I’ve had a couple of femdom relationships since, but none quite as good as Mary. Maybe some day I will find that again.

Filed under: Letters

A Day with Ona

Ona contacted me quite some time ago, but was having difficulty finding the time to come see me. Well, this last week she finally found a full day to herself and made the long drive up to see me. She has been craving some serious diaper punishment for a long time and we discussed her desires by email at length. To be honest, we emailed back and forth for so long I was beginning to wonder if she was really a he just looking for some cyber. Unfortunately, that is all too common.

I was quite pleased when she did finally show up at my door. We had discussed her fantasies at length many times, so I got right down to business. I ordered her to strip down and when I found her in panties instead of a diaper, she had already earned her first punishment. First I got her into a diaper and berated her for disappointing me so early. Then I gave her a onesie and a pair of shortalls to wear and let her know what a big baby she was for not following the rules.

Her apprehension was apparent as I prepared the enema bag and led her to the back room where the pillory was waiting. Afraid she might back out, I rushed her along and got her locked into the pillory. I had the gag ready in case I started to hear stronger apprehension. Once locked in, I exposed her ass, lubed up the nozzle, inserted it into her and inflated it. She took a full 1.5 quarts of clear water rather quickly. I was tempted to refill the bag and keep going, but didn’t want to overwhelm her the first time.

Once the nozzle was removed and the diaper pulled back up into place, she was clearly fighting the urge to release into the diaper. I told her if she could hold it for fifteen minutes, I would release her to use the toilet, but within a few minutes I could see the telltale signs of leakage. Before long she was wearing a very wet and messy diaper.

After a few hours waddling around in a messy diaper, I hosed her off with cold water in the shower and then filled her ass with a large butt plug  in case there were any remnants of the enema left. I didn’t want to smell a dirty diaper while I tried to eat. After inserting the plug, I gave her a good paddling so she would be extra uncomfortable when she sat to eat dinner.

By this time, our time had come to an end. She had to get back home to work the next day. She confessed she almost gave in and used our safeword at times, but was glad she didn’t and promised to come back as soon as possible. I look forward to it.