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…
I was just going through my end of the year paperwork, making sure Uncle Sam gets his share of my life, when I noticed something about the members of Diapered Online. There is a lot more female members than even I would have expected. From what I can tell, approximately one third of all the people that signed up during the 2009 calendar year had female names. That doesn’t include the five or so percent that had names that could be either male or female. Assuming some of those might be men signing up with credit cards in their wive’s names or some such, I would also have to assume an equal number of the men’s names could be women using their husband’s credit cards.
To me, this is just more proof that there are a lot more ABDL women out there than most people think. Luckily I am in a position to meet and interact with a good many of them, as you can see on Diapered Online. And the women you see on Diapered Online are just the women that are local enough or willing to travel and have their material posted online. I have diaper punished even more women than what you see on the site, but they are unwilling to have their material posted. I really do have the best job in the world.
This is a cool letter I got from Roger. I think it’s a great story, even though it’s not particularly diaper punishment related.
I noticed that most of the letters and such I see posted online about how people came to develop their diaper fetish as children. Figured I would relate my story, as it happened in adulthood for me.
Several years ago, I developed a tumor in my prostate and the doctor insisted surgery was the best option. The tumor turned out to be benign, but they removed it anyway. During the surgery, however, the surgeon nicked the wrong nerve and afterwards I experienced total urinary incontinence. Here I was, a 30 year old guy that couldn’t control his own bladder. To make matters worse, the incontinence I experienced was such that I didn’t just piss myself all the time. I simply felt no urge to go at all and when my bladder would fill up, the flow would start. This type of heavy wetting made slim undergarments pointless. I ended up wearing full fledged adult diapers usually reserved for bowel incontinence.
Self pity was the new rule and my wife saw it very clearly. She wanted to make sure I still felt like a man, so she began to incorporate the diapers into our sex life. She would curl up next to me in bed and start rubbing my crotch through the diaper and telling me she thought the diaper was sexy. I knew it was an act, but she refused to give it up. Before long, I had simply accepted the diapers and she continued to treat them like a sexy outfit.
Since she was particularly fond of giving blowjobs, we quickly learned that the only way to avoid a disgusting accident was to make sure I wet the diaper right before sex, thereby ensuring I would have an accident during sex. She would often place her hand on my crotch and coax me to pee when she was feeling particularly horny. She would rub just below my belly button until my bladder emptied. After wetting, she would remove the diaper and wipe me down in a very sexy manner and then either climb on top or go down on me.
After nearly a year, my body managed to recover enough that I regained some control of my bladder. I could now sense when my bladder was getting full and could run to the restroom to use the toilet. Diapers were still necessary when not near a restroom for another several months, but I am now completely continent again. Regardless of my newfound control, I still wear diapers all too often. We had such great times when they were needed that we now use them to keep our sex life smoking hot.
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.
The following is a letter from Laura detailing the type of diaper punishment she needs. Enjoy!
Finally, I will meet you Master to have my session with you. I enter your house and as soon as you recognize me, you will ask me to get down on the floor so you can put my collar on, ordering me to crawl following you to the other room. In that room you have a pillory ready to be used . Along with some adult diapers, short nightie, paddle, vibrated butt plug and a huge water bottle that is full of kinda warm water mixed with some yogurt.
Our session will start with me getting naked except for my panties. After that a really hard spanking will take place on my bare butt while my panties is hanging on my knees. Until my master is satisfied with the red marks on my butt, he will keep giving me some hot swats.
Later, I’ll lie on the floor and he is gonna put me on a thick diaper then he will put me in that pillory . I’ll stay there of a whole hour. Each 15 min, Master will come and slightly open my diaper from the back so he can pour a big cup of that warm liquid. Then he will tease me with massaging it with his fingers so he can make sure that I’m all wet down there. After the next 30 min, the diaper will look really wet which calls for another thick diaper and maybe a third one of it if Master thinks so.
When the hour ends, I’ll be out of the pillory with a heavy diaper on. Master will ask me to stay in it for the next 3 hours . While I’m on my 3 hours, I’ve to do the chores that Master asked me to do, You can imagine how hard it is to work with those wet diapers expecting your Master pouring another cup at any moment. Since I’m not used to wet my diaper cause it’s my fantasy, I have to hold it till the 3 hours end. But who knows what I can do? that’s why Master warned me not to let it go. If so, it will feel the humiliation of a REAL wet diaper for another hour with a but plug doing it’s tricky thing from time to time. That’s not it, if I can’t hold it while I’m working . I’ve to agree on another session of unexpected punishment with no rules or limit because Master knows better !
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.
Here is a nice video of Candy parading around outside in a thick diaper and short skirt. She plays on the swing set, which really shows off the diaper under her skirt. =)
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A few preview photos of the lovely Russian diaper girl Marina. =)
The following is a true life account of the diaper punishment I endured from the ages of ten to thirteen. I have told this story before and have had many people claim it couldn’t possibly have happened. You just need to keep in mind that I am 41 years old and grew up in the seventies. Things were much different back them. Children were spanked often and I don’t mean a pat on the butt. I mean a butt blistering, can’t sit for a week ass whooping. Many parents also used humiliation as a form of control or punishment. If you didn’t grow up in those times, you are lucky.
Anyway, I started puberty when I was ten years old. There were a lot of things in body going through changes. It somehow affected my bladder and led to me wetting my bed. The first couple times it happened, my mother just told me accidents happen and not to worry about it. After four wet beds in two weeks though, she was not pleased. She insisted I was simply too lazy to get out of bed and use the toilet, so she began to punish me when I wet the bed. It started off with spankings, but when the bedwetting didn’t stop she escalated to diaper punishment.
One day at the grocery store, she walked down the baby aisle and started perusing the baby diapers. She grabbed a big box of the largest size Pampers(yes they came in a box back then) and commented that hopefully they would fit me. Knowing that she intended those diapers for me, I was suddenly struck by intense embarassment at walking around the store with diapers in the cart. Of course, in hindsight, most people would assume I had a baby sibling, but my ten year old mind insisted everyone knew they were for me. On the way home, she told me that from now on I will wear diapers to bed every night. And if I wake up wet, I will wears diapers the entire next day as well. If I stayed dry for one solid week, I would not be required to wear diapers to bed anymore.
It only took a couple days before I wet the bed again. Of course, this time I wet the diaper. When Mom found out, she told me that I knew the rules. She also added that diapers were expensive, so she would change me after I pooped. As per my daily routine, that poop came shortly after breakfast. I didn’t think there was any way I would be able to poop in a diaper, but the cramps didn’t give me much choice. When I went to tell Mom what I had done so she could change me, she told me she was busy with her needlepoint and would change me when she was done. That was two hours later.
Many people tell stories about how they weren’t allowed to cover their diapers or were purposely humiliated with public displays, but that never happened to me. I wore normal clothes every day, but I had a diaper on under my pants some days. Unfortunately, that also included school days, though she would always change me promptly after a messy diaper on school days.
This went on for over two years and I never did manage to stay dry for an entire week. In fact, at some points, I was diapered for a week or more thanks to nightly wetting. The wetting slowed down as my body began to settle into it’s post puberty stage and stopped altogether when I was almost fourteen. According to my therapist, and it makes sense to me, my diaper fetish and desire for diaper punishment was most likely triggered by the diaper punishment treatment during the most formative period of my sexual life – puberty.
Unlike most people, I was not very good at hiding my diaper fetish from my mother. Either I was just lazy or, as my therapist seems to think, I intentionally left my cache of fetish stuff in an easy to find location hoping to get caught.
You see, my mother was the snooping type and found my first stash when I was thirteen years old. In my stash, I had a several stories I had written about being forced to wear diapers and being treated like a baby against my will. I also had a few baby diapers that were far too small for me, but I used to just rub myself with them when masturbating. Being the snoopy mother she is, she made sure to read everything I wrote and then told me how disgusting and disturbing it was as she spanked me. She found my new stash a couple more times over the next year and both times I got the same treatment.
When I was fourteen, I made a huge discovery at a local second hand store. I found my first ever bag of adult diapers. They only cost two dollars, but I was too embarassed to carry them up to the register and pay for them, so I stuck them under my coat and walked out the front door. Big mistake. It was clear I was trying to steal them and they dragged me back into the store. The cops came and called my mother and she had to come down and pick me up. She had to pay for the diapers I tried to steal and I knew I was in big trouble.
When we got home, I got the worst spanking of my life. Then, to my surprise, she handed me one of the diapers and told me to put it on. It was incredibly embarassing to be putting on a diaper in front of someone that clearly didn’t approve of my fetish, but I knew better than to disobey her. As I taped the diaper into place, she grabbed a pair of sweatpants from my room and had me put them on backwards. I wasn’t sure why she wanted them backwards until after I had them on. She pulled the drawstring tight around my waist and tied it tightly in the small of my back. She double knotted it and tugged it hard to ensure I couldn’t untie it myself. I was basically locked into my diaper. She was clearly still upset with me, but said nothing until she sent me to bed at eight o’clock.
When I woke up in the morning, I needed to pee as usual. It was at this point that I realized I didn’t know if she intended for me to pee in the diaper or ask her for help. Not wanting to make another mistake, I found her in the kitchen and told her I needed to use the toilet. She just looked at me and said “You’re wearing it”. Clearly she intended for me to use the diaper. When I began to pout, she shot me a dark look and insisted that I was only getting what I always wanted. Realizing she was right, I went back to my room and wet my first diaper since babyhood.
After breakfast, it donned on me that diapers weren’t just for peeing in as the urge to have my after breakfast bowel movement set in. Once again, not wanting to piss off my mother, I let her know that I needed to go number two. At this point, she gave me a long speech about how I had crossed the line by stealing diapers to feed my disgusting fetish and that the only way she could think to break me of it is to give me exactly what I wanted, so I could see that it isn’t as fun as the fantasy. I took this to mean I was meant to have a messy diaper as well.
Ten minutes later, I was sitting in a very wet and messy diaper. When my mother smelled it, she told me to play outside until lunch, because I was stinking up her house. As I walked out the door, she told me if I was good she would change me at lunch time. As much as I had fantasized about just this, reality was clearly not as good as fantasy. It was embarassing and uncomfortable and I just sat outside fearing that my friends might show up and find out I was wearing a messy diaper. I wanted this to end and swore to myself I would never fantasize about diapers again.
At lunch time, mother came and got me. She took me to the bathroom and untied my pants. Then, she had me lie on the floor as she untaped the diaper and wiped me clean with a dozen wet paper towels. Once clean, she told me to take a shower while she finished fixing lunch and to wait for her in my room after my shower. At this point, I figured my diaper punishment was over and that I would get either a spanking, a lecture or both after my shower.
Instead, I was met with yet another diaper. I began to tear up when I realized I would be spending another day in a diaper, but my mother just explained that my punishment was to wear diapers until the diapers I tried to steal were gone. She then made a point of counting the diapers in the bag and announcing there were still nine diapers left, which meant nine more days in diapers with one diaper change a day. She followed with a comment that more diapers could be purchased if I didn’t do as I was told. This time I was not given a pair of pants to wear as mom told me to come down and have some lunch. In fact, I spent most of the next nine days wearing nothing more than a diaper and a t-shirt.
The embarassment of wearing diapers in front of my mother quickly wore off, but I was still mortified at the idea of being found out by my friends. Spending one embarassing day in diapers was enough to make me swear off my fetish, but ten days in diapers had the opposite effect. Because I had gotten used to wearing diapers in front of my mother, I began to enjoy it again. Of course, I didn’t tell her that, but I was incredibly tempted to do something stupid so she would buy more diapers. The only thing that stopped me was the knowledge that she would probably take the punishment up a notch and maybe send me to the park in a diaper with my pants or something. In hindsight, I know she would never do that, but in the mind of a kid I figured it was likely.
On the tenth day of diaper punishment, mom took me to the drug store. She shopped for the normal stuff she usually bought, but then took a stroll down the adult diaper aisle as she carefully glanced at the diapers on the shelves. She picked up on bag and commented that they must be extra thick diapers, because there was only a dozen diapers in that huge bag. I began to wonder what rule I had broken to earn more time in diapers and began to panic at the thought of being embarassed in front of my friends. She realized what I was thinking and quickly told me that these were going to be put in her closet for the next time she found dirty stories in my room.