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. =)
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!
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.
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.
This morning I had another great session with Addie. I really wish she was comfortable with photos and videos, but alas I must respect her wishes. Anyways, I had something extra special planned for her this time. She has expressed interest in the dangers of public play, meaning she wanted a situation where she was not obviously diapered in public but in a position that she could expose herself.
When she showed up this morning, I had everything ready for her. I stripped her down, laid her on the bed and placed a Bambino diaper with two stuffers under her ass. Then, I pulled out a large 10″ cock shaped dildo, lubed it up and slowly inserted it into her ass. The base of the dildo was much thicker than the tip, so it stretched her out to the point of pain once it was completely inserted. The diaper was then pulled up and taped into place. Once she was diapered, the dildo had several inches of space to slide out of her ass before being blocked by the diaper. This ensured the dildo would stay in place, but not always completely inserted to the painfully thick base. Addie was then dressed in a cute blouse and a pleated skirt that was just barely long enough to cover her diaper while standing. We then walked three blocks to the nearest shopping center.
Once we arrived at the shopping center, I would give Addie simple tasks to complete like grabbing an item from the bottom shelf. She had a choice of either bending her knees and kneeling down or bending at the waist. Kneeling down would cause the diaper to tighten on her ass and force the dildo almost completely into her ass, but the diaper would remain hidden by the skirt. Bending at the waist would allow the dildo to move less, but would pull the skirt up and expose her diaper to anyone standing behind her. Every time I gave her a task to complete, she would glance around first. If nobody was nearby, she would bend at the waist. If she saw someone, she would kneel down and force the anal intruder deep into her ass.
We shopped for about an hour and then headed home where I removed the dildo, but replaced it with several glycerine suppositories before refastening the diaper. I then locked her into the pillory for a couple hours while I got some work done. Once she had sat in a very messy diaper for a while, I released her from the pillory and gave her clothes back. We talked a bit about the day and she was very appreciative of the experience. She then left for home still wearing the very messy diaper. She is coming back again in two weeks, so I need to come up with another great scenario…
A dear friend of mine, and a favorite diaper girl online, has decided to open her very own site. Yes, she is doing it in hopes of making a little extra money, but that doesn’t change the fact that she is very gorgeous and very real. Check out her great new site and leave a comment for her.
I’ve posted before about things spoken of at fetish parties regarding ABDL topics. Since these people know of my interest in the subject matter, I get a lot of people coming to me to tell me stories related to my own fetish. Well, I was a fetish christmas party the other day and this professional dominatrix I’ve spoken with on a few occassions comes up to me and starts a conversation.
She tells me about how she has a stable of personal slaves and her newest one is one of three live in slaves. He is kept in diapers, per his own request, and wears a maid uniform. Reticent about the diaper thing at first, she found a good workaround to changing his wet and messy diapers. She makes her other slaves do it. I thought it was an ingenious idea. Maybe the idea will catch on and more of you submissive diaper maids will find dominant women to serve.
A few preview photos of the lovely Russian diaper girl Marina. =)
The email I posted the other day about things going wrong during playtime reminded me of something that happened a few years ago. My ex and I were having some weekend fun and I gave her a choice of helping me with the yardwork in only a diaper and shirt or spent the afternoon in the pillory while I did it. She opted for the pillory rather than possibly expose herself outside. I gave her three suppositories, taped her into a thick diaper and locked her into the pillory in our bedroom. I told her I would let her out after I finished the yard work.
About an hour later, while I was mowing the part of the yard furthest from the house, I saw her mother pull up and head for the door. I ran up to intercept her, but it was a big yard and took me a couple minutes to get there. By the time I got to the door, she had let herself in. I ran in the front door and found her in the kitchen. She said she had forgotten her cell phone after visiting that morning. As I showed her out, she commented that she thought someone had stepped in something and dragged it into the house, because it stunk so bad. Little did she know it was her own daughter’s diaper that was the smelly culprit. LOL
I just got this email from Tabitha about her first try at self bondage. She gave me permission to share it and I think some of you may have some insights for her. If you have any ideas or suggestions for future self bondage projects, please post them. She is looking forward to reading what you have to say.
I finally tried some of the self bondage you turned me onto. After reading some of the threads you suggested and going over some ideas in my head, I came up with a plan. Unfortunately, it didn’t quite turn out the way I had hoped…
The self release trick I decided on was to tie a string to a handcuff key with a big knot at the other end. This was routed around the chair in such a way that the end of the string was released, the key would fall low enough that my handcuffed hands could reach either the key or the string and unlock myself. The knotted end was placed under a large 44 oz cup of ice water with a long twisty straw that could easily be reached by my mouth.
The trick here was that in order to release the key to unlock myself, I would have to drink enough of the water in the cup that I could tip the cup over by manipulating only the straw. To ensure that I didn’t drink it too quickly and ruin the entire experience, I filled the cup with ice first. This way, regardless of how quickly I drank the water, I would still have to wait for the ice to melt and drink it as well.
I started off by inserting three suppositories into my ass to ensure a very messy diaper, followed by a thick bambino diaper with three of their stuffers inside. Next, I sat on the tall wooden chair I had prepared for this proceeded to tie my ankles to the legs of the chair and then tied a long rope around my midsection to keep myself seated. Once I was sure the key would fall correctly when the cup was moved, I handcuffed my wrists together behind the back of the chair.
It was already an uncomfortable position, so I got to work drinking the water and waiting for the ice to melt. After about twenty minutes, I could feel the suppositories working and the cup was only half empty. A few minutes later, I had a cramp in my bowels and began to fill the diaper. The thickness of the diaper prevented any kind of eruption, so it was just a slow release of poop. It actually made my ass burn a bit, which I guess was caused by the glycerine in the suppositories. I already wanted out, but the cup was still half full of ice. I spent the next hour trying to tip the cup over with the straw while I continued to mess my diaper further every few minutes.
After nearly two hours in this position, the cup was finally empty enough to tip over. However, the one thing I didn’t think of sent me into a panic. Because the cup was filled with ice, it had a lot of condensation on the outside. This dripped down onto the table and soaked the string with water. When the cup tipped over, the string didn’t budge. I nearly had a panic attack as I started tugging against my bonds. I really didn’t want to yell for help…
Luckily, after another hour, the puddle of condensation dried up enough to allow the key to drop and I was able to free myself. All in all, I think back at the experience fondly, but know that the next time I will need to find a more foolproof method.
Thanks again for giving me the idea! ;^)