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Letter: First DaddyDom Experience

It was mostly what I expected, but I honestly underestimated everything. You see, I am straight but wanted a DaddyDom experience for several reasons.

First, having someone that is stronger than me and actually capable of forcing me to do something is a mindfuck I can’t fully explain. I have seen pro-dommes before, but I always knew that I could just walk away at any point and it kind of soured the experience a bit.

Second, even though I’m straight, I’ve always been drawn the humiliation of being dominated by another man. Knowing that whatever he does is not something I want, but something he requires of me. This aspect actually scared the shit out of me when I agreed to meet this guy. How would I legitimately respond if he insisted on something sexual?

There are other reasons that I wanted to have this experience, but I won’t bore you with the small details.

We decided to meet at a coffee shop in town and he told me to be wearing a discreet diaper under my clothes. I chickened out on the way to the coffee shop and pulled into a public restroom to remove the diaper. I just had this ridiculous fear that it was all a set up and some frat boys were going to make some huge scene or something.

Luckily that didn’t happen and I saw him sitting at a table drinking coffee when I arrived. We made introductions and then sat down to talk. It was just small talk at first and he said he wanted to make sure I wasn’t a mental case before inviting me to his home. Apparently he has had those issues in the past. He is in his mid 60s, but in decent shape and seemed very normal. He accepted my mental state as well and invited me back to his place.

His house was a few miles away and I followed him in my car. When we went inside, he told me to strip down to my diaper. I stripped off my pants and when he realized I wasn’t wearing a diaper, I told him about my freak out. He just told me not to make excuses and pulled me into the living room by my upper arm.

He sat down on the arm of the couch and pulled me over his lap. He began spanking me really hard. His spanking was definitely much harder than any pro-domme I had been to and it hurt like hell. While I rather enjoyed the humiliation of being pulled over his lap, the pain was just excrutiating. By the time he finished, I was begging him to stop through sobs and tears.

After that, he moved to the middle of the couch and had me straddle his lap. He pulled my head into his shoulder to cry, while he reached around with both hands and rubbed my butt. I felt really awkward in that very intimate position, but it also felt good. After a few minutes of that, I felt his finger slide it’s way to my asshole and just sort of massaged it for a moment. Then he told me we needed to get it clean out.

He took me to the attic where he had all of his kink stuff laid out. He put leather restraints on my wrists and then attached them to a chain hanging from the ceiling. He pulled up on the chain until my arms were straight up in the air. Then he put leather restraints on my ankles and connected them to a wide spreader bar. I felt very exposed and vulnerable, which was awesome.

He left me there for a few minutes as he went downstairs and came back with an enema bag and an inflatable nozzle. He hung the bag from my wrist restraints and then pressed the lubed nozzle into my ass until it was all the way in. Then he squeezed the air bulb about ten times, which made me feel like I desperately needed to shit. Without saying anything, he flipped the stopper and I felt the water running into my ass. It felt weird at first, then I felt pressure. There was a lot of pressure and I began to sweat immediately. At one point I thought I was going to burst open, then suddenly the pressure was gone.

It only took about two minutes for the bag to empty, then he just left it there and told me to hold it while it did it’s job. While I stood there, he pulled out an Abena L4 and wrapped it around me. He taped it up tight and then used duct tape to wrap around the top of the diaper about three times.

After that he removed the chain from my wrists, but pulled them behind my back and locked them together. Then he helped me kneel down, which wasn’t easy with the wide spreader bar. He gave the nozzle a couple more squeezes, which made me yelp. Then he pulled out his penis and told me he would remove the nozzle after I made him cum.

It was time to see if I could go through with it, which turned out to be a particularly easy answer. I was already deep in subspace and I would have done anything he asked at that point just to have the nozzle removed. I just opened my mouth and tried to do the best I could, but I failed miserably. His dick kept sliding out of my mouth and then I had to bob my head around to find it. Not having use of my hands was a serious pain. He ended up just holding my head and fucking my mouth, only to pull out just before cumming and squirting it all over my face.

He took a minute to wipe his dick and put it away, then he released the pressure on the nozzle and pulled it out from the thigh band of the diaper. I thought for sure I was going to erupt into the diaper, but nothing happened at first. He removed the spreader bar and helped me stand, then made me stand in the corner. As soon as I stood though, I felt gurgling in my colon and released a huge mess into the diaper as soon as he pressed my nose into the corner.

It took about an hour to release the entire enema, as it kept moving down my colon in steps. Just when I thought I had finished, another bit would hit my lower colon and I would have to release it. The smell was horrid, but the subspace was awesome.

When he came back to get me, he slid a pair of pink plastic pants over the diaper, removed the restraints and pulled a short, pink t-shirt over my head. Then he took me downstairs and told me he would change me after I scrubbed the kitchen floor. He gave me a bucket of water and a hand brush to work with, so I got down on my hands and knees and did as I was told.

It took me a couple hours to clean the floor, then he changed me right in the middle of the kitchen. I was surprised he was willing to change a messy diaper, but he clearly enjoyed that part. After cleaning every nook and cranny, he slid a good sized butt plug into my ass and wrapped me in another L4 diaper with two huge stuffers(I need to get some of these btw).

After that we cuddled on the couch for a bit. We only had half a day for the first visit, because he had to go to work. He sent me home in the super thick diaper and plugged, with orders not to remove it until tomorrow morning. I am trying my best to do as he said, but the drive home really agitated the plug in my ass. I’m a little worried about hemmorhoids, but we’ll see if it subsides while i’m not moving.

Overall, I would say it was a good visit and he says he definitely wants me to come back again. He said I just need to work on losing a bit more weight, so I have that motivation to help me. He wants to remain anonymous, but I know he will read this, so I just wanted to say thank you. 😀

Article: Enema Training for Diaper Boys & Girls

As many of you know, I’m a big fan of using enemas on the girls that come into my care. I am asked often about usage and such, so thought I would share my take on enemas in diaper training.


– Always make sure your enema equipment is cleaned thoroughly before and after use. Make sure it is allowed to dry out completely after each use to avoid bacterial growth.

– Never hang a bag more 24 inches above the rectum when in use. Water is very powerful. Hanging the bag any higher can cause pain and be potentially dangerous.

– Use sufficient lube when inserting nozzles for obvious reasons.

– Never gag your sub while administering an enema, as one common side effect of enemas is nausea.

– Do not administer more than one or two enemas a week, as it may lead to dependence on them. Multiple enemas in one session is relatively safe, however.

Other than that, enemas are surprisingly safe and effective. There are many studies that show the benefits of enemas if you care to check them out.

Cleansing Enemas:

Cleansing enemas are exactly that. Designed to clean out the bowels prior to anal intercourse, strap-on play or simply to prevent messy diapers at an inopportune time. They vary from full bag enemas up to two or three quarts to smaller Fleet or Bulb Syringe enemas. While most people just use water for cleansing enemas, you can add a small amount of Castile soap to the mix for a thorough cleaning. Of course, with a soapy enema, a clear water flush will be necessary afterward.

2_Quart_Enema_Bag_EThe two quart bag enema is a staple for any enema user. They are relatively inexpensive and easy to attain. You can find different versions at most retail stores(Walmart, Pharmacies, etc), online at Amazon and specialty enema stores. Bags sold under $10 should be replaced fairly often, but many specialty bags can last for many years will regular cleaning and care.




The bulb syringe is a very good way to administer the exact amount of water or solution that you want to use. Since clearing the bottom part of the colon is all that is really necessary for anal play, this is often the easiest method for cleaning.







The disposable enema is a mainstay for anal enthusiasts, as you don’t have to worry about cleaning equipment. They come in three varieties; saline, mineral oil and bisacodyl. For cleaning, saline is almost always the best choice. Mineral oil and bisacodyl are more effective for other types of enemas.





Training Enema:

Training enemas are for when your diaper boy or girl tries to resist using their diapers. Rather than wait for the discomfort to overwhelm them, you can ensure a very messy diaper yourself. Enemas that promote desperation are usually your best bet and focus on teaching your sub that they are not in control of even their basic bodily functions. It is often necessary to use some form of bondage to prevent them from rushing to the toilet. Handcuffs, straitjackets, locking plastic pants and cages are a great option.

enema-bagBag enemas will ensure a very full and messy diaper, but can often be too much for many diapers to handle. If you choose this method, I would suggest very thick diapers with stuffers and tight plastic pants. Many subs are capable of holding clear water enemas for extended periods of time, so I suggest adding small amounts of glycerin to the mix to speed the reaction.


Disposable enemas are great for quick training. If you notice your sub is resisting their training, a mineral oil or bisacodyl disposable enema will lead to a very messy diaper within thirty minutes. Saline is hit or miss for many subs and doesn’t always illicit a response.






Mini-Enemas are great for training. They come in a very small tube, which is squeezed right into the butt. Strong contractions come relatively quickly, which leads to a very solid bowel movement within fifteen or twenty minutes. By far the best choice for when you want your sub to experience a solid load in their diaper.

Punishment Enema:

Punishment enemas can vary from mild to extreme, depending on the method. The trick is to create discomfort for your sub – not pain. In general, most punishment enemas are simply retention enemas, where your sub is unable to release his/her bowels until the punishment is over. However, some punishment enemas are based on size or temperature of the enema.

31VNMI8fulL._AC_UL320_SR246,320_Retention enemas usually require a method of preventing evacuation. An inflatable nozzle is usually the best option, however, butt plug nozzles can serve in a pinch. Simply insert the nozzle, inflate it to proper size(will vary base on your sub) and release the enema. Make sure they hold the enema for a predetermined amount of time(15-20 minutes is sufficient). Then remove the nozzle, pull up their diaper and wait for the release. Retention enemas tend to cause much larger and much longer releases, which is an additional aspect of this punishment.



1_b546388ccbf2c0b21a158a73b41a995dLarge enemas can be used for punishment as well. While two quarts is usually sufficient for an average enema, three or four quarts can often be given as punishment. The larger the enema, the more the sub will cramp and feel bloated.

For larger enemas, I would highly recommend very thick diapers with stuffers and tight plastic panties. This might also be the time to actually allow your sub to use the toilet. Don’t say I didn’t warn you!




2_Quart_Economy_Enema_ECool water enemas can be particularly harsh. If you go this route, be sure the water is cool – NOT COLD – for safety reasons. Cool water enemas will cause intense cramping, so should be considered a very harsh punishment. Your sub will be exhausted after a cool water enema, so keep that in mind.

Article: Effective Diaper Domination

This article originally posted at Original Institute.

I got to thinking very early on how have males get away with it for so long. Leaking spunk everywhere I mean. Wet Dreams, wanking, the mess they leave when they ejaculate on clothing, the bed clothes, worse, on you and me.

If we women made a quarter as much sticky mess as the average male does, male society would have introduced standards to demand we, ‘take measures’. Panty pads, tampons and the like are indicators of the way society thinks. Hide it away, keep it secret but men get away with the whole nine yards. I read the following article many years ago and it got me thinking and not to say a little hot.

I claim no credit for the following and as you read on you will see most of the pictures have a female sub in mind mores the pity. That aside if you change the genders around I thoroughly recommend the content and ideas and it is great to see a true role reversal can take place.

Of the many ways to capture and dominate your favourite sub, male or female, is the use of diapers which also offers unique potential. Unlike traditional bondage equipment, which cannot usually be worn in public, diapers are generally hidden and if discovered (intentionally or by accident) are presumed to be present due to medical necessity. Therefore there is considerably more flexibility with diaper bondage and less chance of undue attention from the authorities.

Traditional bondage serves to restrict a sub’s mobility. Since it is in the very nature of human beings to move, each time a sub attempts to find a more comfortable position, it is reminded that the Top has removed this privilege and that it is under the Top’s control. But aside from having been restricted, the sub’s sense of self is generally intact. If invasive devices such as dildos are used, the sub may feel penetrated by the top but this effect is limited in its duration by bodily functions, among other considerations.

Diaper bondage is unique in that while the sub’s body is not normally penetrated (but this can be added easily) it is the sense of self that is under control of the Top. Toilet training is a cornerstone of our psychological processes. So much has been written about its ramifications for adult life that little need be mentioned here. The effect of diaper bondage is to defeat toilet training, almost always against the sub’s will. The injunctions against wetting and/or soiling oneself are the strongest known to us. Therefore, when a sub is confined to diapers for an extended period, these injunctions are confronted within the subconscious of the sub’s mind, causing anxiety, turmoil and identification of the Top as a parent figure.
This serves the Top’s interests well. The parent figure in our psyche is a giver of comfort, nourishment, and a dispenser of discipline. Since most children learn that rebellion against the parent’s authority is futile; a child posture in the sub can be pleasing for the Top. One of the objectives of effective diaper domination is to use discomfort and embarrassment to push the sub to a point where it will appeal the Top’s use of diapers and control can then be further enforced.

A sub in diapers is no less dependent on the Top than if it were in bondage. As soon as the diapers are pinned and the plastic panties in place the sub realizes that she or he has been deprived of the most basic and private decision of adult life — when and how to relieve oneself. It will not, at first, occur to the sub that attempting to refrain from elimination will be futile, that it is the Top’s plan and desire that the sub suffer forced incontinence. The sub will, instead, be initially concerned with the strange feelings of the diaper such as the bulk between the legs which alters its walk and the growing heat caused by the plastic panties. The second concern of the sub will be its appearance. We are an image-based society and the sub will have cultivated a personal image, which includes some degree of vanity. Forcing an obviously diapered adult to mingle with the public forces the victim to re-evaluate this image, causing more anxiety and distress. The Top may take some assurance that anyone who guesses the cause of the bulges under the sub’s clothing will presume an innocent reason, but the sub has no such comfort. Every strange look, every whispered comment will torture the sub with the suspicion that someone has guessed that he or she is wearing diapers and therefore less of an adult.

The most common objection to the use of diapers is that the sub’s genitals are bundled out of reach and use by the Top. While this is true, it is only an obstacle when the session is intended to remain indoors. As soon as privacy is lost, so too is the opportunity to fondle the sub intimately. Diaper bondage offers the prospect of intense psychological effect on the sub during intervals when even traditional bondage would be impractical.

Males and females react differently to the prospect of being forcibly confined in diapers. While this likely has its roots in male vs. female ego, there are some simpler explanations. Males depend on being able to see their genitals to confirm their presence and state. Women’s genitals are hidden and she must rely on internal sensations to judge their condition, therefore it is not a new sensation for her to be denied visual contact with her organs. A second point is that all women of childbearing age are, in essence, incontinent for several days each month. The menstrual cycle is a closely guarded subject normally amongst us women and we are often raised with injunctions to the effect that we are not to give any indication that we are menstruating, discuss the subject with men, or otherwise acknowledge it as a normal bodily function. “Discretion” is the key word as the woman chooses the pads or tampons necessary to preserve her clothing. A recent tampon advertisement criticized napkins (sanitary towels) for “feeling like diapers”, and no doubt this is true, considering that both disposable diapers and feminine pads must feel alike to the sensitive vulva. Therefore for a woman the prospect of being diapered offers little novelty. She is used to having to care for an uncontrolled release of fluid from her body and taking great pains to conceal the activity from everyone else. This helps to explain that female diaper fetishists are rare (but much sought after by males of the same persuasion).

Males lack this training in incontinence and its camouflage. They also lack the convenience of full skirts to hide the bulges under clothing. Even the slimmest diaper on a male will cause obvious changes to his outline. And since, as has been demonstrated, this outline is a key element of his self-perception, it is here that the Top begins to make inroads in domination.

Masters and Mistresses wishing to obtain the basic necessities for diaper domination will not have to look far. There is a wide range of adult disposable diapers available at most drug stores. While effective for their intended use, such diapers are usually not absorbent or thick enough to serve well in diaper domination. Plastic pants can be had from medical supply stores and are a definite necessity both for their practical and psychological properties. Disposable adult diapers may be supplemented with unbacked disposables which permit drainage into the outer diaper. This adds extra bulk between the legs, which is necessary to provide the discomfort that is a fundamental element of the process. On the subject of discomfort and disposable diapers of all types. Most manufactures go to great lengths to ensure the wearer feels comfortable and ‘dry’ in their products and this is done by them using a special ‘dry’ top layer. It is important that your sub can actually feel when they wet themselves (imagine that!). The use of a simple single thickness cotton liner or a thicker cotton diaper insert is all that is required to conveniently defeated this innovation. Do not be tempted to use the 100% polyester liners that are sold as they too are completely non-absorbent, and so provide just as an affective stay-dry layer as already fitted.

Cloth diapers are easily made although they can be purchased – See LINKS PAGE for suppliers. Generally about four can be made from cutting up a single size flannel bed sheet. Normal baby pins can be used but some purists purchase women’s kilt pins to provide a larger, more babyish fastener. Two toddler disposables, taped end to end, and placed inside the cloth diaper increase absorbency and offer protection from soiling. Purpose made pads like the Abri-let Maxi by Abena. Different sizes are available but this one being 16 x 61 cm makes it ideal for this purpose and they can be used on there own if desired for light protection. Pads of this nature are normal offered by the maker with and without plastic backing so check before ordering.

Whatever the materials used the primary objective for the Top using diapers on a sub are discomfort, visibility, efficiency, and security. Here we can use the five basic senses to guide our play very effectively … sight, hearing, touch, smell and taste.

Discomfort serves to remind the diapered subject that she or he is indeed in diapers and will, sooner or later, be forced to use them for eliminations. All diapers are uncomfortable to an adult unused to wearing them but this discomfort can be increased through a variety of simple measures.

The first discomfort enhancer is bulk. Here we are using the sense touch, especially between the legs. Bulk can be accomplished by adding extra diapers to the crotch of the diaper (cloth or disposable respectively) thus forming a soaker panel which is rigid enough not to be compressed by the sub’s walking action. In fact, it will force the sub to walk slightly bow-legged in a manner best described as a waddle. The sub will be unable to escape this pressure between the legs, which in the male especially can be quite uncomfortable. When walking the male’s inner thighs will chafe on the diaper and when sitting the extra bulk will be pressed against his genitals. This latter effect is especially useful for long trips on public transit when the male has no choice but to sit and endure whatever his Top has put on him. So the first sense we can use is touch but it can be used in other ways additional restraints, flogging or patting the diapered butt for example.

The second discomfort enhancer again associated with the touch sense is heat. The presence of plastic panties will cause a trapping of body heat and the resulting perspiration will with little effort make a diaper damp and uncomfortable. The amount of heat retained can be increased by doubling up with disposable diapers and adding an extra pair(s) of plastic panties or bloomers. These measures, in turn, can be amplified by coating the diaper area with Vaseline, which impedes perspiration. (Do not get any Vaseline on plastic articles as it will cause them to crack and harden). Consideration may also be given to restrictive clothing such as girdles. It should be noted that most disposable adult diapers become very itchy when worn for extended periods. Therefore extended confinement in them, especially with some of the other measures discussed, will have your sub squirming and begging for relief within hours, whether it has wet and soiled or not.
The remaining discomfort enhancers are used occasionally, for special sessions or punishments. Mustard plaster on the rear cheeks is effective as a long-term punishment since the resulting burn will last several days whether the sub is diapered or not. Shaving the pubic hair is favored as a routine discomfort enhancement since the sub is unable to scratch at the predictable itch and is usually forbidden to touch its diapers and plastic pants. Plus shaving your subs pubes makes cleanup easier too!
Butt and vaginal plugs, especially those with harnesses are often used to create a background haze of discomfort and forestall soiling when it is not desired. A sub diapered in this manner will appear dazed and distracted, which may attract more attention from the public. Such devices are especially useful when the sub may normally be required to change its own diapers say on an aircraft, thus providing itself some limited comfort while being constantly reminded that you the Top is still in control.

A Top’s second consideration when confining a sub to diapers is visibility and here we use the sense of sight. While adult diaper manufacturers have worked strenuously to make their products less obtrusive, these efforts must be defeated if the sub is to suffer humiliation in public (real or imagined). In summer this is often accomplished by the use of shorts with a male sub that are too small to cover all of the plastic panties. Thus the sub must confront the reality that his secret is always open to viewing should anyone look closely enough. In winter the sub should be forced to wear pants that allow the diaper bulge to show prominently and no top coat should be allowed.

Diaper visibility in female requires different strategies. Skirts that are short enough to allow brief glimpses of the bulging plastic panties are fine for summer. Shorts with very wide leg openings are also useful, especially if the female is to be taken shopping for shoes, in which situation the clerk would get an unimpeded view of her diapered crotch. In winter a female could be forced to wear a garter belt and stockings under a skirt that is both too tight and slit too high to conceal either her garters or her plastic panties. If the stockings are seamed, with reinforced heels, she will attract a lot of attention from males, to add to her distress.
When at home, both male and female subs should not be permitted any covering over their diapers unless it is of a disciplinary or control nature. The shirt-and-diapers uniform is common to toddlers because it offers the ability to instantly discern the condition of the wearers diaper, no less is true of the diapered sub. A secondary benefit is that the sub is forced to see its diapers all the time, knowing they cannot be removed or altered without intervention from you the Top. In this state of undress, the sub should be forced to perform chores, which may result in them being observed by strangers. These can be in the form of retrieving the morning paper, hanging out the laundry, or being outside sunbathing for a suitable length of time. A diaper provides a much more modest cover for the lower body than any swimsuit bottom or G-string would do so in the end what is the problem? Visibility can be further increased by the use of coloured and/or patterned panties which catch the observers eye more readily.
Some activities require additional clothing. A sub sent to do the laundry in a Laundromat or apartment laundry should be dressed in too-small shorts and
a shirt that is cut short enough to ride up the back as soon as the sub bends over. This exposes the top of the plastic pants, especially if they are coloured as the sub’s instinctive reaction is to keep pulling the shirt down which merely attracts more attention. Sight is sometimes the most overestimated sense of the five. In fact, in familiar surroundings, it often fails to give as much input as we expect so constant efforts in this area must be made. Ever looked for your keys only to have someone else find them right out in the open where you already looked? Sight ‘takes for granted’ the things it expects to see in an environment so you the Top needs to ensure the state of the sub is beyond question. When sight of your sub is blocked, however, its other senses heighten to make up for the loss. This is part of the fight or flight response. Peripheral vision, that is, seeing something out of the corner of the eye, can become very acute when a sub is under stress and it can be very unnerving to see something move in and out repeatedly from their field of vision, especially when they are restrained or blindfold.

The selection of the subs plastic panties should not be overlooked. Here again many manufactures design their panties to be quite. To defeat this is easy and I would recommend panties or bloomers made from a polyurethane (plastic) material called Euroflex. This is a particular favourite of mine. Ultra soft, translucent, very thin yet extremely strong with a rubbery feel. Plus they crackle when worn and although they are more expensive than normal plastic they tend to last longer. See the links for either Plastic Pants Com or LLMedico lower down for details.
Disposable diapers and well-worn plastic pants can be noisy and here we are looking at the sense of hearing. The crackling sounds can be quite loud and attract attention from passers by in shopping malls and airports. In addition, these materials are noisy to take off and put on, so if your sub must change its diaper in a public washroom it will not be possible to for it to do so discreetly. Hearing is also important to the general scene certainly in the way you as the Top gives commands. Sounds like the rustle of rubber or plastic, water running, the clank of metal all heighten awareness. The Top thinking to phrase simple questions like, ‘how are our plastic panties then?’ ‘Have we soiled our diaper then?’ can be effective on two levels. The first is the simple question which must of course be answered fully, do not accept a simple yes or no. The deeper one is induced by the use of words like ‘our’ and ‘we’. You the Top, are further reinforcing your control as the sub will be well aware that only it is directly effected by the diaper and the ‘our’ and ‘we’ only serves indicates who controls the regime. When a person is subject to sensory deprivation, hearing is, an open door to the subconscious. The subconscious is the place where dreams are made, and it detests gaps in information. If it has only half a story, it will make the rest up… so, if your sub can’t see you, but perhaps can feel you near, and hear you laugh. The mind will make up the reason you are laughing.

Another element to noticability is smell. Adult diaper companies do not yet add fragrances to their products but this is no impediment to the ambitious Top. Males are especially susceptible to the torment of being sent out into public with the sweet fragrances of scented Vaseline, baby powder and lotion preceding him like a cloud. There are two available from which enable you to recreate those familiar aromas from childhood. Mommies Diaper Fresh Scent and Mommies Powder Fresh Scent are two scents designed to make a diaper or just about anything you want smell just like original baby diapers or the sweet, aroma of baby powder. Any sub subjected to these will be very aware of perfumed cloud that surrounds them and have no way of avoiding it! Of course, if desired, the sub can be made to soil itself (laxatives and suppositories are useful) and this is the most humiliating visibility factor of all. As a punishment glycerine suppositories are very effective. Simply restrain your sub diapered on a bed spread-eagled, administer 3 –4 suppositories and simply leave them to it for an hour or so with the command they must remain clean or else. It is effective and your sub will need punishing for that I am sure. Having added extra bulk, several pairs of plastic panties and perhaps double diapers, the competent Top has already addressed many concerns for efficiency. However long trips, extended punishment periods or the deliberate cultivation of diaper rash require innovation. In situations where the sub must be capable of changing its diaper, such as on an aircraft, it is possible to keep the sub wet and safe at the same time. You have a choice of using either a cloth or a disposable diaper to accomplishes this. If a cloth diaper is used, fit it as normal but sew the cloth diaper on so the sub cannot remove it (you may wish to insert a butt plug before doing so) but do use pins to take the strain off the thread. If a disposable is being used, pierce the outer plastic cover with numerous small cuts to allow drainage and secure it on with several around the waist passes of wide packing tape or better still silver duct tape. Make sure the tape is very snug because the diaper will sag when wet, allowing the sub to remove and replace it. In both cases an additional cloth or disposable diaper is now fastened over the first diaper and plastic or rubber pants added. When necessary, the sub can be sent to change its self with the instruction not to remove the first diaper. They will not become dry, nor will they have an opportunity to play with themselves. The sense of smell can be further used by the simple reuse of soiled waterproof pants. (I always keep a pair of wet panties handy for this reason and for use as a punishment by fitting them over my subs head-make the punishment fit the crime?) The sub will initially be comfortable after their diaper change but will be reminded constantly of their eventual condition. Obviously don’t forget to reinforce this by reminding them of this by using the hearing sense to constantly remind them of their ‘smelly’ condition. Taste is probably the least used sense in diaper bondage. It is however closely related to smell, and in fact, it is not possible for your sub to taste when it cannot smell. Pinching the nose closed works to help get your sub to swallow noxious medicines like castor oil, try it.
If efficiency is a concern, the use of bloomer style plastic pants may be effective. These extend part way down the leg and while helpful in preventing occasional leaking, are very uncomfortable, especially in summer. These pants are often used for punishment purposes. When placed on females wearing a short skirt or a male in white cotton shorts it is almost impossible to conceal them properly.

The element of security is concerned with the ability of the sub to alter or escape the punishment of wearing diapers. This is unacceptable and must be prevented at all costs. There are two strategies, to secure the diaper, or to secure the clothing, which covers it.

Securing the diaper allows the sub to be kept in the state of half-undress described earlier. It is also useful if the sub is to be displayed to the Top’s friends or is sleeping away from home and the customary bed restraints. It allows the sub’s hands to be free, permitting the assignment of chores. Generally a chastity belt design is used with a wide crotch band secured to a sturdy belt. The lock may be discreet or not at the mistress’s pleasure. Such a device increases the discomfort of the diaper, makes soiling more unpleasant and can forestall attempts at masturbation through the diaper. It may be used on both males and females but the former will suffer more from its effects. Among its disadvantages are that it can tear the plastic pants and that a male can sometimes gain access to his genitals through a leg opening unmonitored allowing urination.

Securing the clothing which covers the diaper is more efficient in preventing masturbation but can be less convenient in other areas. Total body cover suits can be locked at the neck with a small lock and are deliberately made to prevent access to the genital area. This will prevent the sub from removing the garments you have put on it and also playing with itself. Many types of this sort of garment are available as they are used in hospitals and the like. Home made items can be trimmed and styled as you like and if based on shorts, chains at the cuffs will prevent access from that point. Such chains can be discreet, if necessary. Further reading on this subject HERE .

An alternative is to use pantyhose on both males and females. A stout pair of control top should be used. The garment is placed on the male and then a fine wire or chain is passed through the waistband and locked. The male cannot get access from the leg openings and there is the additional benefit of compression from the girdle-like panty. Males especially are humiliated by being made to wear pantyhose. Forcing your male to go out in public wearing only shorts over his hosiery or alternatively wearing slacks can enhance this but also sandals which reveal his secret to all whom happen to look down. Since there is no plausible reason for a male to be wearing hosiery, the potential for extreme embarrassment is high. If pantyhose are used on a female, use of the seamed variety will be effective; bloomer style panties would add to her distress, especially if the skirt was short. A point to remember though that any cloth garments can be ripped and sharp instruments like scissors can make short work of removing even the most secure garment but you will know that interference has taken place and can react accordingly.

Once the sub is securely bound in diapers and plastic pants the Top’s concern turns to measures, which will aggravate the sub’s condition. Excessive fluid intake, diuretics and laxatives are the most common measures adopted. In the case of fluids, the properly diapered sub, left alone, will have no choice but to wet its diapers. This can be rewarding for the Top especially during the first few occasions when diapers are used. The sub fights its toilet training all the while knowing that the inevitable cannot be forestalled. Unfortunately, subs usually become accustomed to wetting within a few weeks and there is no longer any entertainment value for the Top in this act. At this stage the Top may wish to insert a catheter into the sub before diapers are applied, thus forcing true incontinence. Again, the initial results are pleasing, since the sub is rendered into a true incontinent state. Remember that prolonged use of catheters can cause infection and that these devices forestall ejaculation in the male.

The decision of whether or not to force a sub to soil itself depends on the preferences of the Top. Remember the sub can perform the necessary cleansing operations and be punished if the cleansing operation is not thorough. Forced soiling can produce spectacular results in a novice sub and should be experienced at least once to judge its value. Since all subs attempt to avoid the experience of soiling, some encouraging measures may be required. Generally the process of moving the bowels will be enhanced with the additional fluid intake, but if immediate results are required, 3 or 4 glycerine suppositories work wonders. An alternative is to begin feeding bulk laxative to the sub approximately 24 hours before diaper confinement is to begin. Each administration of the laxative reminds the sub of the punishment to come and the fact that it will be made to soil. This may result in whining and begging-off on the part of the sub, which the Top may wish to address once the session has begun.

A soiled diaper on an adult gives off a distinct aroma. Unless severe humiliation, in the form of knowledgeable attention from the public, is desired, soiled subs should be kept at least 15 feet aware from innocent by-standers. One of the most rewarding aspects of forcing a sub to soil while diapered is the knowledge that it confronts one of the major injunctions of psychological development and causes tremendous anxiety in the sub. A wet diaper can feel like a wet bathing suit but the adult sub will not have experienced the sensations of a dirty diaper since being a small child. The knowledge that it has messed itself and is unable to do anything about it until you the Top agrees, will torture unmercifully.

Soiling is most traumatic for a sub during the first hour after messing. During this time the sub will be aware of little else but the condition of its diaper and the strange sensation of its own effluent being spread about inside it. However beyond this initial phase, there is little to be gained by prolonged confinement in the messy diaper unless a rash is desired or the sub is being forced to sleep in its mess as a punishment. Cleansing operations are generally easier if attempted as soon as possible.

Sub’s will become accustomed to soiling if subjected to the procedure on a regular basis. A Top wishing to avoid this may choose to make the process more uncomfortable or difficult with the use of butt plugs, chastity-type retention belts, or tight clothing. Forcing the sub to soil while in semi-public places or in the presence of friends of the Top is also very effective. In the latter case the sub may be secured outside for a time in consideration of the comfort of the guests.

Diaper domination makes use of some equipment, which might not be found in routine male training situations. Fortunately this equipment is light and portable and therefore lends itself to travel and over-night use.

The most important aspect of diaper bondage is that the sub must be rendered helpless to adjust, change or remove its diapers. The security devices discussed earlier are effective but are not always appropriate. The most common long-term bondage appliances are rigid mittens, which limit the use of the hands and restrictive clothing.

Medical restraints are available without question from medical supply stores or you may fabricate them. Any design that keeps the hand from being able to grasp and prevents use of the fingers and which may be fastened securely is acceptable. Without the use of its hands or fingers, the sub is helpless to affect its diapered condition. The sub may be left alone in the house suitably restrained and able to perform only limited functions. It may, for instance, be able to answer the phone but dialling out is impossible. Sub’s in this condition will certainly attempt masturbation in the form of rubbing themselves through their diapers. Since the sensations produced if correctly diapered in this manner merely remind the sub of its diapered condition, it may be allowed. The sub may also be told that evidence of masturbation (most obvious in the male) will be punished severely. A useful tell-tail of masturbation, if the sub is in disposable diapers, is the condition of the paper wadding which makes up the diaper core in the area of the genitals. It this is This is a sure sign that masturbation has at least been attempted. There are various products on the market which can aid in this and Checkmate is effective and recommended. The use of only mittens to restrain a male can produce unexpected and yet pleasing results since the sub feels quite free but yet is prevented from the one thing it wants most, to be out of its uncomfortable diapers.

Restrictive clothing is used most often when the sub is being put down for the night. A straight jacket is the most effective garment to use but any thing which securely encloses the diapered area and or restricts the wearers limbs is good. One-piece sleepers are most effective here since the sense of confinement adds to the effects of having been forced to wear and use diapers. If rigid mittens have not been incorporated into the garment they may be added to prevent the sub from removing the garment during the night. Sleepers should if possible cover the feet, be cut generously in the crotch and fasten at the back of the neck. The ability to lock the main zipper is handy but not necessary if mittens and a simple tie are used.

A brief word about punishment—always make it fit the crime.

One of the primary advantages of diaper domination and bondage is that a “scene” may be protracted over several days or weeks without undue wear on either the mistress or the sub. Since, aside from being kept in diapers, the sub is able to function normally; there is no need to end a scene in order to provide for nourishment or rest. Therefore scenes can be integrated into normal life, such as the sub being made to attend cocktail parties, sporting events, theatre, and social evenings while in diapers. Each of these situations presents the sub with a different set of potential opportunities for discovery. Longer outings will, of course, require a change of diapers and the diaper bag being present is often a major embarrassment in itself. Regular and frequent physical checks of the diapers should be made with the aim to humiliate and enforce in the mind of the wearer your control over his or his body. Don’t forget the senses, hearing? Ask questions in the third person like, ‘how are our rubbers then?.’ Do we need changing?’ ‘Are our plastic panties uncomfortable?’ Follow these with lots of pats on the butt, fussing and adjusting or pulling up of the garments.

Diaper domination is most effective when the sub is kept sexually aroused but denied orgasms. Oral servicing of you the Top will see to your needs but I can not stress highly enough that your sub should be kept sexually frustrated. The unusual sensations on and around the genitals will help, as will often the enforced humiliation. I would strongly advise that you be prepared to stimulate your sub when rewards are due just to the point of orgasm as this will reinforce the pleasure/pain aspects of true diaper domination. If you are concerned that your sub is achieving orgasm I would suggest an increase in the padding used and/or the use of a chastity device. For female subs these, when used under a diaper even a relatively simple belt will prove very frustrating to the wearer and thus very effective. For a male sub I would recommend only the CB2000 device at the moment. The wise Top will show compassion when it is called for, but will never allow it to be the occasion for relaxing the routine of diaper discipline or for moderating the punishments that the recipients constantly attract.

Once you start your must be determined in your task and not ease off. Your sub will most certainly try to challenge you and try and avoid the discipline. This is where harsh and strict punishment needs to be applied and with maybe a little Petticoat Discipline which works well for both sexes. If Diaper Domination is done correctly the final result will be a charming, decorative, demure and compliant sub who will be a credit to you.

Letter: StepDaddy

For as long as I can remember, I have had a diaper fetish. When I was very young, I was always jealous of the younger children that wore diapers. As I grew up, I became envious of my friends that wet the bed and were given pullups to sleep in. A few times I even wet the bed on purpose, hoping my mother would buy me pullups, but she only told me it was just an accident and not to worry. Perhaps if I had kept it up for a long period of time, but I always chickened out after the first night.

As I got older, my desires turned a bit darker and I began to fantasize about spanking, being embarrassed and forced to wear diapers. The first time I heard of an enema, I was hooked and added that to my mind locker of fap fodder.

When I was 15, my mother married my stepfather – Rich. He was a good man, but it only lasted a couple years. My mom was simply too high maintenance for him, so they split when I was 17. Then, a couple months after my 18th birthday, I got accepted to go to college in the city where he lived. My mom couldn’t afford an apartment and didn’t want me to work while in school, so she worked out an arrangement with my stepdad to live with him.

After my first semester, my grades were abysmal. College was a bit more work than I expected and I spent most of my time living it up with my new friends in the city. My mother was furious about my failing grades, but so was Rich. I spent all of that break at my mom’s being bitched at, so I couldn’t wait to get back to the city.

When I did get back, I had a big surprise waiting for me. Rich had searched my room, expecting to find drugs or something to explain my failure. Instead he found my stash of adult diapers and ABDL porn. I remember how flushed I felt when I saw my box of porn on the dining room table and Rich just standing next to it. I honestly thought I was going to pass out.

I was expecting a lecture, but Rich threw me for a loop when he spoke: “Is this really what you want? To be spanked and put into baby diapers? If that’s what you need to get your act together, tell me now.”

Not sure what he was saying, I freaked out and started crying. I wasn’t sure if he was going to have me committed to a mental hospital or was making an offer. When I began bawling, however, his demeanor changed and he gave me a hug.

After a few minutes, I calmed down and begged him not to tell anyone. That’s when he told me he was serious about getting my act together. If I needed the stuff in my stories, he would make that happen.

I had really mixed feelings about that for several reasons. These desires were very strong, but they were also very sexual and he was basically my dad. The other thing was that he had always found me attractive. From the time I met him at 15, I would occasionally catch him staring at my tits or ass. It was never creepy or anything, but it was definitely a thing.

When I didn’t answer right away, he told me to put the box away and we could forget the whole thing, but he wanted to be clear that if I changed my mind I only needed to tell him. I spent the next few days completely avoiding him, other than the obvious meal time interactions.

Thinking about it, however, was something I couldn’t stop doing. This was something I wanted more than anything I could imagine. If he was anyone else, I would have jumped at the opportunity. As the days passed, I kept wearing down that mental block.

Almost a week later, I decided to bite the bullet and at dinner I told him I was interested in his offer. He told me that I should go find one of my stories that best described what I wanted or to write one if none of my stories fit the bill. There was at least three dozen stories in my box though, so I just searched for one of the few that didn’t have anything sexual in it. As much as it was a sexual thing for me, that was a completely different barrier I wasn’t prepared to cross.

He read the entire story as we ate dinner, then put it in the middle of the table until we were finished. He told me to put the dishes away and then meet him in the living room. When I got there, he took hold of my wrist and pulled me over to the couch, where he sat down and pulled me over his lap. It felt so awkward, but so amazing at the same time.

His hand smacked my ass a few times, but not very hard. I reacted, but more out of anticipation than pain. Every smack hit a little harder and harder and I could tell he was testing the waters. After a few dozen smacks, he pulled my yoga pants down to my knees. There was a pause when he did it and I could tell he was worried if he was crossing a line, but all I knew was how amazing it felt.

Under the yoga pants, I was wearing a thong, so he began to spank my bare ass in earnest. Again, harder and harder as the spanking continued. It hurt like hell, but I was loving it at the same time. It was my first spanking that wasn’t self inflicted, so I was learning as I went as well. All I knew was that I wanted to cry and he didn’t disappoint. Good thing I chose a story that highlighted the idea that all spankings should end in genuine tears.

My ass was burning when he stopped and the tears were flowing down my face and I was blubbering like a baby. He helped me up and just pulled me close for a hug as I cried into his shoulder. Before this, I had never known anything about aftercare or that I would need it after an actual spanking. He seemed to know, however, which was a very good sign.

After I stopped crying, he grabbed a tissue and wiped the snot from my face and helped me to blow my nose. I felt so young at that moment, that I knew I had made the right decision. He told me to go to the bathroom and wash my face and then meet him in my room.

When I got to my room, he was standing next to the bed and had pulled a diaper and powder from my box. It was one of my last three Molicare diapers, but I didn’t care. He patted the bed to signal that I should lay down. When I did, he pulled off my panties and I suddenly felt very vulnerable and awkward. He, on the other hand, seemed completely unfazed and simply unfolded the diaper, lifted my legs and slid it under my butt.

After a big puff of baby powder, he spent a full two minutes trying to line up the diaper, so the tapes would properly.  As soon as he pulled the diaper tight, I could feel my pussy getting wet and I was glad he couldn’t see through the diaper. Once the diaper was on tight, he told me it was bed time and tucked me in. It was only a little after 8pm, but that was part of the story I had shown him – 8pm bed time every night.

I waited for a few minutes after he left the room before I stuck my hand down the front of my diaper. That night I gave myself half a dozen orgasms and soaked the diaper without releasing my bladder.

Over the next few months, we explored this new part of our lives. It took me a few weeks before I was comfortable with him changing my wet diapers and a few months before I was comfortable with having messy diapers changed.

Rich was basically the perfect Daddy. He kept me in diapers and used just the right amount of humiliation to keep me in check. When I was good, he spoiled me. When I was bad, I was punished. Spankings were common, but it wasn’t long before mouth soaping, corner time and even enemas were added to the routine. I wore 24/7, even to school, but was given money for a wardrobe that adequately hid them from prying eyes.

About six months in, my sex drive was in full swing and I finally decided to stop thinking of him as my stepdad and started thinking of him as my Daddy. I surprised him one night by asking if we could cuddle and watch a movie, which we did all the time, but this time I snuck my hand into his pajama pants and started playing with his cock. He didn’t even flinch.

We have now been together for almost six years and I wouldn’t change my life for anything. My mom still thinks I just live here rent free, but she never visits so it doesn’t really matter.

~ Danielle ~

Story: Barbie’s Diaper Discipline

“Piss yourself little baby!” Amber shouted in my face. This was the third time since I wet my pants on the field trip that they have bullied me into wetting my pants at school.

I struggled to break free, but all four girls had me pinned against the schoolyard fence.

“You gonna cry Piss Pants?!” Another girl growled as she held my chin in her hand and stared right into my eyes.

As tears formed in my eyes, all four girls broke into laughter. As my tears turned into outright bawling, Amber twisted me around and shoved my face into the fence, leaned in close and whispered loudly into my ear.

“Piss yourself right now or we’re going to throw you off that bridge.” Her eyes glanced in the direction of the walkway bridge that crossed the highway.

I didn’t need any more provocation than that. Relaxing my bladder, I felt the hot pee running down my leg and soaking my pants. Once again the girls burst into laughter as they released me and walked away.

“Does Baby Barbie need a diaper?” Amber’s comment was met with a renewed bout of laughter from everyone that had gathered to watch my ordeal. My name is Barbara, but everyone calls me Barbie.

While everyone around me made humiliating comments about my wet pants, I walked slowly back to the school to find the nurse – with the all too familiar tingle between my legs.


“You really need to go talk to the Vice Principal.” Nurse Barton insisted. She knew exactly what was going on, but Amber and her friends would never be punished unless I spoke out against them.

“That will just make it worse.” I insisted. It was a good excuse to keep my mouth shut, but the truth is I didn’t want it to stop. For some odd reason, I rather enjoyed being teased and humiliated by the girls. This type of thing happened once or twice and week and it always gave me the fuel I needed to masturbate once I got home.

“I understand that you’re afraid, but it’s never going to stop unless you stand up for yourself.” She said as she handed me a pair of school sweatpants to change in to.

I know she meant well, and I appreciated it, but I couldn’t exactly admit the truth. My only real fear was that Amber might actually go too far and throw me off a bridge or into traffic, but I knew it was all just big talk from a bully.

“You want me to call your Aunt to pick you up?” She asked after I finished cleaning up.

“She’s at work. It’s fine. I can’t miss class or my grades will slip. I’ll be fine. I promise.” I answered.

My aunt wasn’t actually at work. In fact, she didn’t work at all. She was a bum that lived off the life insurance my mother left when she died. At 18, I should have been given full access to my own money, but my aunt’s lawyer had managed to manipulate the courts to change it to twenty-five or upon graduation of college – whichever came first.

“All right dear. If you change your mind, you know where to find me.”

I made my way back to class and saw the stares of knowing eyes as I moved toward my seat. Amber was sitting across the room, obviously trying hard to hold back laughter.

“We have a quiz today Barbie. I hope you brought your Pampers… I mean papers!” Amber commented loudly and the entire room broke into a fit of laughter.

The teacher, Mr. Walters, just looked around confused. “Hush up everyone. Barbie, please find your seat.”

I blushed bright red with embarrassment, but at the same time I felt that familiar stirring in my loins and I realized I was getting wet with arousal. Desperately I wanted to touch myself and bring myself to orgasm, but I had to stem the tide until I got home.


Over the next few weeks, Amber and her cronies pinned me down and humiliated me several more times. Twice more I was forced to piss myself during lunch and every time Nurse Barton insisted that I go tell someone.

As bad as it looked from the outside, I was actually having the time of my life. I even prodded Amber a couple times in the hopes that she would step up her game and do something even more humiliating.

I finally got my wish, when they caught up to me on the way to school one day. Using duct tape, they secured me to the flag pole in front of school a full hour before anyone else arrived. Then they pulled my pants down to my ankles and wrapped a baby diaper around my crotch. It was too small, so they used the duct tape to make sure it stayed in place.       The final piece was to pin a sign to my chest that said ‘Call Me Baby Barbie’.

After admiring their handiwork, they stepped back and took several photos with their phones and began texting the photos to everyone in the school.

“Have fun!” Amber shouted as they walked away and left me there alone.

It was a little scary to be left there alone, unable to free myself, but at the same time it was amazingly arousing. My pussy was getting wetter than ever and I actually emptied my bladder into the diaper to make sure nobody would realize the real reason the diaper was wet.

Several students arrived over the next twenty minutes and all of them chuckled at my situation, but kept walking. I think most of them wanted to help, but feared the repercussions from Amber and crew. It wasn’t until the first teacher arrived that I was finally released.

Unfortunately, this time Amber had gone too far for the teachers to ignore it and I was called into the Vice Principal’s office after cleaning up. They had a video tape showing the entire incident, so it was no longer a matter of me remaining silent.

Everyone’s parents were called in for an emergency meeting. Amber and her friends were given the option of being expelled permanently or agreeing to 100 hours of community service and two weeks suspension. Their parents all jumped at the chance to avoid expulsion and agreed to the deal.

I was more than a bit disappointed that the humiliation was sure to stop. Even after their suspension, I doubted they would risk expulsion just to bully me. I just had to resign myself to the memories of those times.


A few days after that incident, Amber’s mother, Carol, came to my house to apologize for her daughter’s behavior.

“I know words cannot make up for all of the horrible things my daughter has done to you, but I wanted to offer my sincerest apologies for what has happened. Rest assured that Amber is getting the discipline she so desperately needs. I hope you will consider joining us this weekend for Amber’s 18th birthday party. Can I expect you there?”

At first, it seemed like a bad idea. The last thing I wanted was for Amber to be all apologetic for how she treated me. I wanted her to despise me, tease me, bully me. But then I figured maybe it would be a good chance to poke the beast and make sure the bullying continued. She would just have to be a little more careful about getting caught.

“Sure. I’d be happy to come.” I answered with a fake smile.

“Great. I don’t think it would be the same without you. Don’t worry about a gift. She is getting plenty already and she doesn’t need any more.”

“Sounds good. Thank you for inviting me.”

“Absolutely. And don’t worry about Amber’s behavior. She is learning a valuable lesson about bullying. I think you will be pleased by the change in her attitude.”

I could only hope that was not the case. Despite how Amber felt about me, I basically considered her my best friend. I just wish I had more friends like her.

After Carol left, I retired to my room and masturbated to the thought of Amber finding a way to utterly humiliate me at her birthday party. So many ideas of how that would transpire passed through my mind as I brought myself to several intense orgasms.


A few days later, I found myself getting ready to attend Amber’s party. It was shaping up to be a bad day, as I knew she would just apologize and everyone would be satisfied with the result. Everyone except me. Even if I pushed her buttons, I knew it was unlikely the bullying would resume. The entire thought process was depressing, but I had promised Carol I would attend.

I got to their house a few minutes before noon. Several guests had already arrived and the front door was wide open. All of Amber’s friends looked at me like I was crazy for being there and I had to agree.

As I made my way through the house, I noticed that Amber was conspicuously absent. Carol was busy setting out snacks when she noticed me in the living room. She just gave me a nod and continued with what she was doing.

“Everyone dig in! There’s lots of snacks, sandwiches and drinks. Don’t let it all go to waste. Eat up.” Carol spoke loudly, so everyone could hear.

“Where is Amber hiding?” Another woman asked.

“She’s trying to avoid the party. I’ll get her in a few minutes.” Carol responded.

The majority of the guests crowded around the table and began loading food onto paper plates. I held back, waiting for it to die down a bit before I partook. However, I did grab a soda to satiate my thirst.

I felt a bit out of place, as everyone else seemed to know each other. Even the other students from school weren’t people I really knew. They all had people to talk to and I just felt like a wallflower. I just stood there, eating finger foods from my plate, as I watched everyone else.

Twenty minutes later, Carol spoke up.

“I’m going to bring out Amber. I’ll be back in just a few minutes.” She said, before disappearing up the stairs.


“Oh my…” “What the…” “Holy…” Was just a few of the muttered comments I heard, before I looked around to see what elicited such a reaction.

It only took a few seconds to follow everyone’s gaze to the stairs. Looking up, I saw Carol dragging Amber down the stairs by her ear. The reaction from the guests, however, was due to the fact that Amber was wearing a large adult diaper and a short pink t-shirt.

Amber’s left hand was holding onto her mother’s arm in a vain attempt to reduce the twisting on her ear, while her right hand desperately tried to pull the shirt down to cover the diaper. Neither seemed effective, as Carol easily led the girl down the stairs and the shirt was far too short to cover her shame.

Everyone just stared in silence and awe as Amber was dragged into the living room in front of all of the guests.

“I see everyone has noticed Amber’s new wardrobe. This is her punishment for being a bully and nearly getting expelled from school. Apparently I didn’t raise her right the first time, so we’re giving it another try.” Carol announced.

“Shameful.” A woman near the table spoke up. “She deserves it.”

“I agree Annie.” Carol responded. “But Amber here says she isn’t feeling well. I think she just didn’t want to come down to the party, but we’re going to make sure she’s okay.”

Carol twisted Amber’s ear once again as she led her to a wooden chair that was sitting near the corner of the room. She sat on the chair and pulled Amber down until she was lying across her lap, diapered butt in the air.

I had noticed the diaper bag sitting near the chair earlier, but didn’t realize it was for Amber until Carol reached inside. She pulled out a rectal thermometer and made a scene of putting a disposable cover over the tip. Reaching around Amber’s hips, she began to unfasten the tapes on the diaper. Amber reacted by trying to hide her face with her hands.

With the tapes on one side of the diaper released, Carol had no problems pulling the diaper down just low enough to expose Amber’s ass. The room was dead quiet as she guided the thermometer between her ass cheeks and inserted it right into her rectum. Muffled sobs came from Amber as the thermometer was left in place for a few moments to get a reading.

“Just as I suspected. No fever.” Carol announced as she pulled the thermometer from Amber’s ass.

The thermometer cover was wrapped in a tissue and placed on the floor next to the diaper bag as the thermometer was dropped inside. Carol once again reached into the diaper bag and removed a small white tube. She twisted the cap to remove it and inserted the tube into Amber’s ass. She squeezed whatever was in the tube into her colon and then discarded the tube.

Once again, Carol reached into the diaper bag, but this time she pulled out a large wooden hairbrush. A bit of noise erupted in the crowd as some of the guests realized what was coming.

“No fever means we have a liar on our hands and liars get spanked.” She said to nobody in particular.

“Damn straight.” Came a single comment from the other side of the room.

Amber’s right hand immediately swung around in an attempt to cover her ass. Clearly she also knew what was coming. Carol just grabbed her by the wrist and twisted her arm up to the middle of her back and held it there.

Without warning, Carol suddenly began swinging the hairbrush hard and fast. It landed square on Amber’s ass as she alternated from cheek to cheek in no specific pattern. Amber struggled, but Carol seemed quite adept at holding the girl in place. I counted up to sixty blows, but Amber’s loud bawling and sobbing made me loose count.

The spanking went on for several minutes and nobody could pull their eyes away. By the time Carol finished, Amber’s ass was bright red and speckled with welts. As calmly as when she started, Carol just put the brush back into the diaper bag and busied herself with refastening the diaper.

Amber was still bawling her eyes out when Carol lifted her to her feet. The girl seemed to be out of breath and she began rubbing her ass through the diaper as soon as her arms were free to do so. Carol just pushed her nose into the corner and told her to stay put.

It wasn’t until after a few minutes of staring at Amber in the corner that I realized my panties were soaking wet. That was easily the most amazing thing I had ever witnessed and I was suddenly very envious of Amber. I had to pull my gaze away and focus on food to avoid being singled out for staring.

Just as I was finishing my plate, a loud fart echoed from the corner where Amber stood. The room once again went quiet, as everyone turned in surprise. A moment later, another loud fart echoed through the room.

Amber’s sobbing was suddenly renewed, as we watched her spread her legs ever so slightly just before a particularly loud and wet fart issued forth. This time, however, it was followed by a loud groan from Amber as a visible bulge suddenly appeared in the seat of her diaper. Putting two and two together, I realized the tube Carol had squeezed into her ass must have been a laxative.

“Ewww.” “Gross.” “My god!” Were all heard from the crowd, as Amber relented to the pressure several more times and created quite the large load in her diaper. Carol, on the other hand, seemed unaffected and perhaps even pleased.


As everyone watched Amber, Carol made her way across the room to me.

“Come with me.” She said, as she took me by the hand and guided me to the den.

In the den, she offered me a seat on the couch and then sat in the chair across from me.

“I hope this shows you that I’m very serious about making sure Amber leaves you alone. I only regret that I hadn’t found out about the bullying sooner and for that I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay. I don’t blame you.” I assured her.

“I appreciate that, but I do accept responsibility. I should have raised her better.” She spoke softly.

“From what I can tell, you’re a great mother.” I spoke honestly, even though my reasons for thinking she was a great mother were different than was expected.

“You don’t think I’ve gone too far with this punishment? I believe in the punishment fitting the crime, but I second guessed myself so many times before I decided to just do it.”

“Not at all.” I insisted. “I wish I had someone that cared enough about me to do that.”

The confused look on Carol’s face made me realize I probably should have worded that differently. A bit of a Freudian slip there, as I basically just told her that I wanted that type of punishment. I hoped she didn’t catch it, but she was too clever.

“Do you not get appropriate discipline at home?” She asked.

I swallowed hard before I answered.

“I live with my aunt. She only cares about the money my mom left in her life insurance. She doesn’t care about me at all.” I was beginning to get a little emotional talking about it and I had to fight back tears.

“I’m so sorry. Every girl needs to feel like she’s loved and cared for. You deserve so much better.”

Her words triggered a lot of pent up emotions and I began to sob quietly. She moved to the couch next to me and pulled me close for a hug. I spent several minutes crying into her chest as she stroked my hair.

Once the crying ceased, she spoke again.

“Is that why you never said anything about the bullying? Because you didn’t think anyone would care?” She asked.

“Not really. It’s hard to explain why.” I suddenly felt very close to this woman and I wanted to tell her everything, but I was so afraid.

“Take your time. Help me to understand. Nothing you say is going to bother me. I promise you that.” She promised.

“Well. Um. I guess… I kinda liked it.” I admitted. “Does that make me weird?”

“Not weird at all. Sometimes, when people are neglected, they seek attention in any way they can get it. It’s perfectly normal. In fact, it could have been really bad. Some of them turn to drugs, crime or worse.” She explained.

Suddenly I didn’t feel quite so ashamed about my need for humiliation and I wrapped my arms around Carol in appreciation.

“I wish you were my mother. Amber is so lucky. I wish I was her.”

Carol held me close and patted my back as I slowly recovered from my meltdown. After a few minutes, I was feeling much better and sat up on my own. Carol handed me a tissue, which I used to wipe the tears from my eyes.

Carol seemed pensive as we sat there and I began to feel a little uncomfortable. Convinced she was angry with me, I had to ask.

“Did I do something wrong?”

She seemed surprised by the question.

“No. Not at all, dear. Just lost in thought.” She answered with a forced smile.

“Is there anything I can do?” I offered.

She just smiled at me for a moment before answering.

“Do you really wish someone would discipline you the way Amber is being disciplined?” She asked with a shaky voice, clearly unsure if it was an appropriate question to ask.

My heart skipped a beat at the thought of being subjected to what I witnessed that day. Part of me was screaming YES, but another part of me didn’t want anyone to know that I wanted that.

“Sort of…” I answered, unsure of how to respond.

“Sort of?” She asked in a tone that made it clear she needed a better answer.

“Well, I really do, but I don’t want people to think I do. I don’t know if that even makes sense.” I answered flustered.

“It makes perfect sense actually.” She said with a smile.

“Then I think you understand better than I do.” I responded jokingly.

“Then let’s be clear. If I can give you that…” She pointed toward the living room to imply Amber’s punishment. “… without anyone knowing you wanted it, it is definitely something you want?”

The realization of everything was hitting me at once and I was suddenly unable to speak. Instead I just nodded affirmatively, which was met with a broad smile from Carol.

“Very well then. You go to the bathroom and wash your face and go enjoy the party. I have some things to do.”


Upon returning to the party, I saw that Amber still stood in the corner, but there was now a very clear brown stain visible in her diaper. Carol had not yet returned from the den, but made an appearance a few minutes later.

Carol mingled for a few moments, as she grazed on some of the food. Several women praised her on her choice of punishments and agreed that the punishment should always fit the crime. She made a show of checking Amber’s diaper and then took her place near the chair again

“Excuse me folks. You’ve all witnessed part of Amber’s punishment, which I thought was well deserved. Bullying is never okay and should always be severely punished. Bullying can lead to some very dire situations.”

Someone clapped at her statements and then everyone else joined in. She just smiled and waited for it to end.

“That being said, I have learned that Amber is not the only guilty party here. It turns out someone has perpetuated a ruse against my daughter and her friends designed to get them expelled from school.”

My heart began to race when I realized what was happening. I was suddenly very much regretting my conversation with Carol. When she made her offer, I assumed it would be something in the future. After I had time to mentally prepare myself.

“Barbie, can you come up here please?” Carol looked at me expectantly.

I just froze in place as my heart felt like it was about to beat out of my chest.

“Barbie. Now please.” She spoke again.

When I didn’t move, she walked toward me and took a firm grip on my left ear. Twisting it hard, she pulled me across the room to the chair.

“Manipulators don’t make it very far in this world and I think Barbie needs to learn that lesson the hard way. So, she will be joining Amber in her punishment.”

Carol sat on the chair and twisted my ear again until I positioned myself over her lap. My dress was flipped up to reveal my panties underneath, which she pulled down to my knees. She reached into the diaper bag and pulled out a fresh cover and the thermometer.

“To be fair, we need to make sure Barbie isn’t feeling under the weather as well.” She said to the room.

I felt her hand prying my cheeks apart and then felt the thermometer being inserted into my ass. She held it there for a few moments to get a good reading, while I desperately tried to compose myself.

“Fit as a fiddle.” She announced after removing the thermometer.

Once again, she rummaged through the diaper bag and removed another of the small tubes she had squeezed into Amber’s ass. It dawned on me that I would soon be filling a diaper myself and I felt all of the blood rush out of my face.

As soon as she squeezed the laxative into my ass, I could feel it working. It was an odd sensation, but I didn’t have much time to focus on it. Carol removed the hair brush from the diaper bag and rested it on my ass. She reached around to grab my right arm and twisted it up to the center of my back. In this position, I realized that I could not interfere with what was about to happen. Her body blocked my left arm and she held my right arm in a vice like grip.

“OUCH!” I shouted as the first swat of the brush struck my left cheek. “OOOH!” I shouted when it struck my right cheek. I had never been spanked before and I quickly realized this was not what I expected. This was just straight up painful. All of those fantasies I had about getting spanked suddenly seemed so unrealistic. After ten swats, I was struggling to get off her lap, but she held me tight.

“Please stop! I can’t take it!” I begged, but was ignored.

I don’t know how many swats I received, but I guessed it to be the same as Amber. Halfway through, I had broken down and began bawling and sobbing myself. I now very much regretted my conversation with Carol, but I wouldn’t be able to tell her I changed my mind until we were alone. My ass felt like it was being attacked by a horde of angry fire ants when she finished.

Carol helped me stand up, then removed my panties and dress right there in front of everyone. I stood there, wearing only a bra, modestly trying to cover my pussy. Carol pulled a large disposable diaper from the bag, along with a bottle of baby powder.

“Lay down.” She ordered.

Not wanting to be spanked any more, I did as I was told. I winced when my butt touched the floor, but Carol just reached out and took hold of both my ankles in one hand and lifted them into the air. With my butt an inch or so off the ground, she slid the diaper under me and sprinkled baby powder all over my ass.

My legs were brought down and spread wide to accommodate the diaper. I blushed as everyone could clearly see my most intimate bits. Carol sprinkled even more powder all over my pubic area, before putting the bottle away. The front of the diaper was pulled up tight between my legs and she took her time lining up and fastening the tapes.

With the diaper now firmly in place, she stood me up and pushed my nose into the corner opposite Amber.

“Keep your hands in front of you and your nose in the corner unless you want another trip over my lap.” She warned.

I stood there, still reeling from the painful spanking. Only fear of another beating prevented me from trying to rub away the pain. It only took a moment for the humiliation of what was happening to sink in and it hit me hard. My thoughts were pulled away, however, when I felt the laxative fully kick in. All of a sudden, I desperately needed to shit and that was not something I was prepared to deal with. Even though I knew it was hopeless, I clenched my cheeks together and hoped for the best.

As the pressure built, cramps started to form in my belly. Desperately needing to relieve some pressure, I tried to release a little bit of gas, but it turned into the loudest fart I had ever felt in my life. It seemed to echo against the plastic backing of the diaper, which just made it worse.

The room went quiet when that first eruption hit and I could feel dozens of eyes on me as another cramp forced a second loud wet fart. Moments later, I realized the gas had been expelled and all that was left was shit. Another massive cramp hit and I felt it all trying to escape at once. I could feel it pressing against the diaper as it escaped my ass and then felt it squishing up between my ass cheeks and down into my crotch.

As the shit forced its way into the front of the diaper, I felt the first truly unbearable humiliation of my life. The sobbing returned and I wanted nothing more than to crawl inside a hole and hide. At that moment, I was certain I would never recover from such utter loss of self.

My bowels continued to empty as the bawling continued for several minutes. It occurred to me that my face was pressed painfully against the corner, so I pulled back ever so slightly. Immediately, I heard loud footsteps, then Carol grabbed my arm and twisted me around.

“I told you to keep your nose in the corner!” She admonished.

I didn’t have time to apologize as she pressed my nose into the corner and began swatting the seat of my diaper, squishing in the huge mess and provoking more sobs. Her hand came down hard on the seat of the diaper about twenty times before removing her hand from the back of my head and walking away.


I’m not sure how long I was in the corner. Carol came to get me after a while and pulled a t-shirt over my head. Then she took me by the wrist and led me outside to the backyard, where I saw Amber standing next to the picnic table that held her birthday cake.

I stood next to Carol as she lit the candles on the cake and then led everyone in a rendition of the birthday song. After Amber blew out the candles, I was relegated to a small table in the corner where I had to sit in my own mess in silence.

After dishing out the cake, Carol took me by the hand and led me to the table covered in wrapped gifts. One of Carol’s friends handed Amber the gifts, one at a time. All eyes were on Amber as she slowly unwrapped the gifts. As she tore off the wrapping paper, it was revealed to be a package of adult diapers. Several people chuckled and I could see tears form in Amber’s eyes.

Box after box was opened to reveal more and more humiliating gifts. There was a gift set of baby bottles, an adult footed sleeper, a set of very large pacifiers, and other items designed for infants. When the pacifiers were revealed, Carol made a show of removing two of them and popping them into mine and Amber’s mouths with orders to keep it there.

Every time one of her gifts got a chuckle from the crowd, I felt that familiar twinge of regret for getting myself into this mess. As much as I wanted to just walk away, I had to avoid any more of those spankings.

After the gifts were opened, Carol announced that it was time for our nap. She took us both by the wrist and led us back into the house and up the stairs. We stopped at the first door on the right and Amber was ordered to wait for her mother in the bathroom. Then, Carol led me into what was clearly Amber’s room. Right there in the corner was an adult sized medical crib with steel bars.

“Hop in.” She ordered as she motioned to the bed.

I had to stretch to climb in and when I did I could feel the huge load shift between my thighs. Apparently she wasn’t planning on letting me clean up before my nap, which worried me.

“I had a chat with your aunt after our talk. She agreed to let you stay here for as long as I’ll have you. So this is going to be your life for the next few months. How does that sound?” She removed the pacifier from my mouth to allow me to answer.

“Months?! I thought this was just…” I let it trail off, unsure if I should speak.

“Just what? Today? I planned to keep Amber in diaper discipline until she finished her hundred hours of community service. I think it’s only fair that it applies to you as well.” She explained.

“That’s too much. I can’t-” My argument was cut off when Carol popped the pacifier back into my mouth.

“It’s a little late for that. For the next few months, this is your life. Get used to it. As much as I want to help you grow and give you the humiliation you love, I also need to make sure you learn what discipline is really about.”

Her words made her intent quite clear and I was suddenly very fearful. I felt tears welling up in my eyes as I began to understand the weight of what I had gotten myself into. Months in diapers was not what I had expected. It all hit me like a ton of bricks and I began to sob yet again.

“A few months in diapers will do you some good. You’ll see.”

Every word she spoke just made my stomach churn. I felt like I had been tricked into this, but I knew better and I hated myself for letting this happen.

“Oh and the rules are simple. No toilet privileges. Diapers only from here on out. You will be changed twice a day; once before breakfast and again before dinner. If you ask for a diaper change at any other time, you will be punished. You aren’t allowed to cover your diapers in the house and you’re only allowed to wear what I give you when we go out. Other than that, you just do as you’re told and everything will be fine. Understood?”

“Yes, ma’am.” I muttered through the pacifier.

The rail on the side of the crib was pulled up and I heard a click as she closed a latch near the top. Looking up, I realized it was a keyed lock and I was now trapped inside the crib until released.

After she left the room, I had a lot of information to process. Many thoughts ran through my head as I cried quietly to myself. The filthy mess in my diaper was beginning to itch and I realized that none of this currently aroused me. Despite my discomfort, it only took a few minutes to cry myself to sleep.


“Wake up sleepyhead.” I opened my eyes to see Carol standing above me.

I yawned and stretched out as she pulled back the blankets and pulled me to my feet. My diaper felt heavy and I was worried it would sag so far as to fall off, but she seemed not to notice. I followed her out of the room and down the stairs, where Amber and her friends were sitting on the couch. All four girls just glared at me as Carol led me to the middle of the room to stand before them.

“Amber, as I explained earlier, it has come to my attention that Barbie here has been intentionally inciting you to bully her in an attempt to get you expelled from school.” Carol explained.

Amber just nodded her head, grasping onto this excuse for her behavior. Suddenly she was redeemed and I could see a smirk cross her face.

“Girls,” She spoke to Amber’s friends, “you’re all very lucky that I learned of this when I did. I had already made arrangements with your mothers to dish out the same punishment to each of you, which you would have received instead of Barbie.”

The three girls had varying looks of anger and fear in their eyes at the realization that they were almost subjected to the same humiliating treatment.

“Now that the truth is out, there are going to be some changes around here. Each of you was given one hundred hours of community service for the part you played in the bullying. Barbie here will be completely all four hundred of those hours in your place. Until she has finished every last bit of community service, she will be living here and will be subject to the same diaper discipline I had in store for Amber.”

All four girls had a mixed look of contempt and mischief on their faces and I knew this was going to go from bad to worse.

“I already ordered several things for Amber’s punishment. We already have the crib. The high chair, changing table and a few other items are on the way. Those will now be for baby Barbie.”

All four girls chuckled at the baby reference, which made me blush.

“Amber, as I promised at your party, we will go shopping tomorrow and get you some appropriate gifts for your 18th birthday. How does that sound?” She asked.

“Sounds good to me.” Amber responded in a cheerful tone.

“Great. I’m going to get Barbie cleaned up, then I will take you girls out to dinner to celebrate Amber’s birthday the right way.”

“Sweet!” “Nice!” “Mmmm….” Were all spoken by the girls in unison.

“And Amber, in light of the spanking you received earlier today, I think it only fair that Barbie accept responsibility for that unfortunate event. Would you like to return the spanking after her diaper change or shall I?”

I looked at Carol in fear and hoped that she wouldn’t let this happen, but she just ignored me.

“You mean I can spank her?!” Amber asked in a rather excited tone.

“Of course you can. You are the wronged party.”

“Heck yes! I want some payback!” She almost shouted.

Carol just smiled at her daughter and then turned to me.

“Lie on the floor.” She commanded.

I squatted down and lay on the floor as ordered. As soon as my butt hit the floor, a waft of stench escaped the confines of my diaper and all four of the girls pinched their noses in disgust. Carol retrieved the diaper bag and pulled out a small box of baby wipes.

The tapes were all unfastened and she slowly pulled back the front of the diaper to reveal the brown mess beneath. The girls gagged a bit and then looked away. Carol seemed unphased as she used handfuls of wipes to clean every bit of mess from my crotch and between my ass cheeks. The filthy diaper was rolled up and set aside.

Reaching into the diaper bag again, she retrieved the hairbrush and handed it to Amber.

“Have a seat in the chair.” She told her.

Amber moved to the chair and sat down expectantly. Carol tried to pull me to my feet by my wrist, but I refused to budge. There was no way I could handle another beating with that infernal brush. Realizing I was being stubborn, she simply reached out and took hold of my ear. One quick twist and I jumped to my feet.

She dragged me to the chair and pushed me over Amber’s lap. She twisted my right arm up to my back and let Amber take a firm grip on my wrist.

“How long?” Amber asked, not sure of limits.

“Until you feel she’s had enough.” Carol answered matter of factly.

“OUCH!” I screamed as the first blow landed hard on my right cheek. Then again on my left. Over and over she brought the hairbrush down harder and harder on my ass. Still sensitive from my earlier bout with the hairbrush, I was in tears and begging her to stop within a minute. She didn’t.

Several minutes went by and I was covered in sweat. My ass felt like it was literally on fire. And yet the assault continued. Finally, I just didn’t have the energy to fight it anymore and just sort of collapsed into her lap and waited for it to end.

Once the fight left me, Amber no longer felt compelled to keep hitting me and lost interest. Without warning, she just pushed me off her lap and I fell to the floor. My hands went directly to my ass to try to rub away some of the pain, but it didn’t help. The blubbering and crying had me out of breath as I struggled to compose myself.

“Keep an eye on her while she cries it out. I’m going to get something to clean her up.” Carol said as she headed for the stairs.

The girls just sat on the couch whispering to each other and giggling during Carol’s absence. By the time she returned, I had managed to calm myself considerably. She had a small bowl of warm water and a wash cloth, which she used to wipe the sweat and tears from my face.

“Let’s go get you dressed.” She said as she reached out to help me to my feet.

Leading me by the wrist, she picked up the diaper bag and then headed upstairs to the room where I had napped. She only needed to gesture to the bed for me to know what was expected, so I took my place on the bed in anticipation of another diapering.

Carol removed a fresh diaper from the bag and then a large pad and baby powder. The pad was placed inside of the unfolded diaper before she slid it under my butt. A generous amount of baby powder was sprinkled on my butt and crotch, before the front of the diaper was pulled up.

As she situated the diaper for taping, I realized the pad made the diaper twice as thick. I could feel the added bulk between my legs and knew it was going to make walking awkward. Once the diaper was tightly taped, Carol paused to speak.

“Enjoying yourself?” She asked with a smile.

“No.” I responded as tears returned to my eyes.

“No? This is what you wanted and this is what you’re getting.” She insisted.

“But it hurts… so… bad!” My words were broken up by my sobbing.

“You poor thing. I know it’s not exactly what you expected, but it’s exactly what you need. Trust me. In a couple months you’ll be thanking me.” Her words cut through my mind like a sword and the sobbing intensified.

“I just want to go home. Please let me go home.” I begged after taking a moment to fight back tears.

“This is your home now. This is the only time I’m going to tell you this, so listen close. I am doing this for you. I know you don’t like the spankings and you’re probably not going to like a lot of things that happen around here, but I know you better than you might think. Once you accept that you have no control over any of this, things will get much easier. Trust me.”

Her argument seemed sincere, but I still just wanted to go home. The burning sensation in my ass was still present, which really soured me on this entire experience. How could she possibly think that I would thank her for beating me?

“All right now. We have to get you ready for Amber’s birthday dinner. Stand up.”

As I stood up, I realized just how thick the diaper was. I couldn’t even touch my thighs together and I waddled a bit as I walked across the room behind Carol. Shuffling through the closet, she chose a light pink sun dress for me to wear.

After pulling my t-shirt over my head, she replaced it with the sun dress. The hem was just low enough to cover the thick diaper, but barely. If I had to bend over, squat or reach for anything, my shameful state would be exposed to anyone looking.

“Can I wear something bigger?” I asked, hoping she would show pity on me.

“Do you need another trip across my lap before we leave?” She asked angrily.

“No ma’am.” I answered quickly, swallowing hard.

“That’s the only warning you’re going to get. You wear what I put you in and you don’t ask for anything else. Understood?” She admonished.

“Yes ma’am. Sorry.” I responded, thankful to avoid yet another spanking.

She pulled a pair of low cut frilly socks from the dresser drawer and a pair of canvas shoes from the floor. After she put them on, she moved me over to the dresser to stand in front of the mirror. The bulk of the diaper was actually visible through the dress, but I guess that was sort of the point.

Carol began brushing my hair and parted it right down the middle. Each side was pulled into a pigtail and tied off with little pink bows. The combination of pigtails, frilly socks and thick diaper under my dress really made me look like an overgrown two year old.

Part of me wanted to cry, but the other part of me couldn’t help but think about how humiliating this would be in public. I felt that familiar twitch in my pussy and I found myself coming back around to the idea of being here. The fear of being beaten was still persistent, but the joy of humiliation was all I cared about right now. How many people would notice the thick diaper I wore? Would they stare? Laugh? Worse? Images of a crowded restaurant standing around me, pointing and laughing, filled my head and I felt that familiar wetness between my legs.

Satisfied with my outfit, Carol took me by the wrist and headed downstairs – diaper bag over her shoulder. The girls were all ready and waiting, but couldn’t resist a chuckle at my expense. As soon as they did, they looked fearfully at Carol, fearing they would get in trouble for ‘bullying’.

“Don’t worry girls. You can tease baby Barbie all you want. She deserves it.” She smiled broadly as she spoke.

All at once, the girls burst into laughter as they discussed my ridiculous outfit, which only intensified when Carol pulled a large pacifier from the diaper bag and popped it into my mouth. I knew the pacifier would draw attention to me and wandering eyes would inevitably find the diaper bulge under my dress, but refusing would only lead to another spanking.


Carol ushered everyone out the door and into her minivan. When I reached for the seat belt, she slapped my hand away and fastened it for me. We drove across town to a family style Italian restaurant. As we walked in, so many eyes seemed transfixed by the pacifier still in my mouth. Only a couple people seemed to draw the correlation and were staring intently at the diaper bulge around my pelvis.

“Can we get a children’s menu for her?” Carol asked the hostess as she pointed at me.

“Those are only for…” She began to speak, then gave me a once over. “Oh. Sure thing.” She concluded quickly as she added a children’s menu and crayons to the pile of menus.

Of course our table was all the way in the back of the restaurant and being Saturday evening, it was quite busy. Even though there was a bit of background noise, I was acutely aware of the crinkling sound my diaper made as I walked through and I was positive everyone else could hear it as well.

The hostess placed the kid’s menu and crayons in front of me and handed out the rest of the menus, then asked for our drink order. When she looked at me, Carol ordered for me.

“Apple juice for her please.”

As they went over the menus, all I could do was sit there and try my best not to notice all the people casually glancing at me and clearly noticing the diaper under my dress. When the hostess returned with our drinks, my apple juice was in a plastic cup with a lid and straw. Carol hadn’t asked for it, so it drew a chuckle from the girls.

“I’m sorry. Was that wrong?” The hostess asked, suddenly worried she made a mistake.

“Not at all. You got it perfect. Thank you.” Carol assured her.

A moment later, the waitress showed up and asked for our order. After the girls ordered their meals, Carol spoke up.

“I’ll have the Eggplant Parmigiana and she will have the mac and cheese with hot dog slices.” She said, ordering from the children’s menu for me.

A minute or two after the waitress left, we all noticed a foul smell and I realized someone nearby had farted. When I noticed the girls looking at each other slyly, I realized it was one of them.

“Ewww. Mom, I think Barbie pooped in her diaper.” Amber spoke a little too loudly and several people at nearby tables turned to look at us.

“Don’t say poop in a restaurant, Amber.” Carol told her daughter.

“Barbie, did you mess your diaper?” Carol asked me as she turned my direction.

I shook my head no, but my face was beet red from the attention of the other tables.

“You better not be lying. Stand up.” She ordered as she pulled me out of my chair by my wrist.

I stood up and she turned me around so my back was to her. With her left hand between my shoulder blades, she pushed my torso forward a bit as she reached up under my dress with her right hand and pulled back the waistband of my diaper. By doing so, she lifted my dress high enough for everyone to clearly see the thick plastic diaper.

“I don’t think that’s appropriate.” A woman at a nearby table spoke up.

“My apologies.” Carol spoke. “She is being punished for bullying other girls, so I’m just making a point.”

“Oh. I see. Well, bullies should be taught a lesson. Carry on.” The woman responded with a visible glare in her eye toward me.

Carol made a little show of peering down the back of my diaper and then giving it the all clear. When she pulled the dress back down to cover the diaper, I noticed the other patrons were now finding my plight funny rather than confusing. Apparently people really dislike bullies.

I sat back down and kept my eyes down. Seeing people stare at me was just becoming too much. The tingle in my crotch had turned into a four alarm fire and it took all of my strength not to shove my hand down the front of the diaper.

I tried to push those desires out of my mind as I waited for the food to arrive. The girls chatted with each other and seemed to have gotten bored with teasing me for the moment. The slight reprieve was welcome, as it really gave me a chance to think.

When the food arrived, Carol pulled the pacifier out of my mouth and placed it on the table in front of me. She put a straw into my juice cup and handed me a spoon to eat my food. The mac and cheese was delicious, but I’ve never been a fan of hot dogs. Not wanting to risk punishment in such a public place, I ate them first and washed out the taste with the mac and cheese.

I finished eating first and my mind wandered again to my desires. The wetness in my diaper was evident and I knew I would need to release my bladder to hide the evidence of arousal. As I shifted in the chair to find a comfortable position to pee, I felt the diaper rub against my pussy and I had an instantaneous orgasm. Not wanting to draw attention to myself, I sat perfectly quiet and held my breath until it passed.

A bead of sweat traveled down my face as the orgasm finished and I spread my legs slightly as I released my bladder. As soon as I began to pee, I wondered if the diaper would absorb it all. I had been holding it all day and the flow seemed to be non-stop for a full minute. I knew better than to question Carol about it though, so I just hoped for the best and was rewarded with a very warm, leak-free diaper.

As we were leaving, I realized the wet diaper had expanded quite a bit. My waddling was even more pronounced as I navigated through the restaurant. Outside, we piled back into the van and headed home.


“Time to get you ready for bed, little one.” Carol said as we walked in the door.

She took me by the wrist and led me back up to the room with the crib, where I was undressed down to my diaper.

“Bend over.” Carol ordered as she placed her hand between my shoulder blades and pushed me gently over the edge of the crib.

My breasts resting on the bed and my legs dangling over the edge of the mattress made me feel particularly exposed. She turned and left the room, so I maintained that position until she returned a few minutes later.

“That suppository wasn’t very thorough, so we’re going to get you cleaned out right.”

She was carrying a full, red enema bag with a long white hose. A large, black nozzle hung from the end of the hose. I had gotten an enema once as a child when I went to the emergency room for abdominal pain. I remembered how unpleasant it was, which brought me right back to the edge of tears.

The bag was hung from the foot board of the crib. The nozzle and a tube of lube were placed on the mattress next to me. Carol reached around and unfastened the top tapes of the diaper and slid it down just below my ass.

Carol picked up the nozzle and I watched as she smothered it with lube. The fingers of her left hand parted my ass cheeks and I felt the tip of the nozzle pressing against my asshole. She twisted back and forth several times until the tip slid past my sphincter. I grunted loudly when she quickly forced the rest of the nozzle deep into my ass. I was rewarded for the outburst with a sharp slap to my ass.

There was a bulb attached to the nozzle that I didn’t understand, until she picked it up and began to pump it. I felt the nozzle grow inside of me and I realized she was inflating it. Several times she squeezed the bulb, until the size of the nozzle once again made me yelp. Seemingly satisfied with my discomfort, she gave it one more squeeze, then tugged on the nozzle to make sure it was secure.

The inflated nozzle felt massive inside of me and I had this overwhelming feeling of needing to move my bowels. That sensation quickly faded, however, when she released the clamp on the tube and I felt the warm water flood into my colon. Within seconds, I felt the pressure build and it just kept building as the bag slowly emptied. By the time it was half empty, I broke down.

“Please stop. It’s too much. Pleeeeeaaaasee….” I begged.

She ignored me and made no move to even slow the flow. When the bag was finally empty, I had only a moment of relief before she spoke.

“You need to hold that for fifteen minutes.” She said.

At that point, the tears began to flow down my face and I was positive there was no way I could hold it for fifteen minutes. Fear got the better of me and I made the mistake of trying to reach around to remove the nozzle.

Carol grabbed both of my hands and pulled them up high on my back and held them there with her left hand. With her right hand, she began spanking me yet again. For the remainder of the fifteen minutes, she held my hands firmly and smacked my ass hard every ten seconds or so. Luckily, the pressure from the enema settled after the first few minutes, however the swats still hurt like hell.

“Hands above your head and keep them there.” Carol demanded as she let go of my wrists.

I did as told and waited for this all to be over. I felt the air being released from the nozzle just before she pulled it from my ass. The diaper was pulled back up quickly and the tapes refastened tight around my waist.

I felt my belly rumble and I knew another messy diaper was inevitable. Carol put away the enema supplies and then returned holding several things from the closet.

“Stand up and turn around.”

When I turned, she held out a pair of clear plastic pants for me to step into. As she pulled them up my legs, I realized they were quite tight and fit very snugly over the diaper. Next, she held out a pair of pink and yellow footed pajamas. She pulled them up my legs and over my arms before zipping it up to my neck. The pajamas were also snug, which made the thick diaper very obvious.

“Night night time.” She announced.

It was still early and I realized she was putting me to bed before 8pm. After I crawled into the crib, she pulled up the side rail and locked it in place. Just as she turned to leave the room, my belly rumbled and I released a loud, wet fart.

“Sleep well.” She said with a sly smile as she turned off the light and shut the door behind her.

The pressure in my colon was still present, so I decided to just get it over. I turned over to get on my hands and knees and just pushed. So much watery mess was released that I really worried about the diaper containing it all. There wasn’t much choice though.

After about thirty minutes of randomly releasing liquid bowel movements, I felt like I was finally finished and tried my best to sleep. I figured the best way to pass the time was not being awake to endure it. Even though I had napped earlier, the events of the day had me exhausted and I quickly fell asleep.


The problem with going to bed early is waking up early. Especially when you’re locked in a crib and have no choice but to wait for someone to let you out. The boredom of waiting I could have handled, but the disgusting mess in my diaper was another story.

Shortly after waking, I realized my bladder was strained to the limit. I had involuntarily been holding it in, but now I was out of options. Again I positioned myself on my knees and relaxed as much as could. As soon as the stream of urine started, I could feel it churning up the mess already contained in the diaper.

As gross as it was, I felt that familiar twinge of arousal as I slowly emptied my bladder into the shitty diaper. By the time I finished, I wanted nothing more than to finger myself, but I knew that was impossible. Instead, I lay down again and tried to doze a bit to pass the time.

I drifted in and out of sleep over the next few hours, but kept having very arousing dreams. Finally, it was too much and I found myself desperately trying to rub myself through the diaper. As thick as it was, it took some doing, but I managed to grind myself into my fist enough to reach orgasm.

“Oh my god! Gross!” I was startled by the sound of Amber’s voice from the doorway.

I turned to see her staring at me and realized she had witnessed the entire thing. She just gave me a disgusted look and walked away. I must’ve turned purple from the embarrassment at being caught masturbating in a messy diaper. A moment later, Amber returned with Carol behind her.

“She was masturbating when I came in here.” Amber tattled loudly.

“Is that true?” Carol asked as she looked directly into my eyes without blinking.

As much as I wanted to deny it, something told me it would just make things worse. I nodded affirmatively and looked away in shame.

“Well now. Amber was coming up here to let you out, so I could change you. But, since you seem to like your messy diaper so much, you can just stay in it until your chores are finished.”

The idea of being in this same diaper any longer disgusted me. As aroused as I was ten minutes ago, I was now just worried about rashes and infections. Thinking about it wasn’t helping, since I didn’t have a choice, so I tried to concentrate on other things.

Carol opened the crib and pulled my feet to the edge of the mattress and lifted me out of the crib. She removed the footed pajamas and replaced them with a simple t-shirt, exposing my diaper once again.

“Breakfast is ready downstairs. I want you to eat the plate that is set out for you, then wash the dishes and clean the kitchen. After that, you need to clean up the mess left over from the party. When it is finished to my satisfaction, I will change your diaper. Understand me?”

“Yes, Ma’am.” I responded.

With that, we headed downstairs and I was acutely aware of the sludge sliding around inside my diaper. The diaper was already extra thick and the added liquid just made it even more swollen. I waddled more than walked and the itching was starting to increase.

In the kitchen, I found a plate of pancakes, eggs and sausage. I sat softly on the chair and felt the mess squish around yet again. The food was delicious and I finished it quickly, then set about washing the dishes. Unfortunately, it wasn’t just breakfast dishes. It was also all of the dishes from the party.

After an hour of washing dishes and cleaning the kitchen, I moved onto the rest of the house. The mess wasn’t terrible, so it only took me another two hours to finish. However, by the time I finished, the itching in my diapers was incessant and driving me insane.

Carol took her time going over the house, making sure I finished to her satisfaction. She paused a few times to point out things I missed, but finally agreed it was done. She led me back upstairs and into the shower to get cleaned up.

First, she removed my shirt and then pulled the plastic pants down and off. She placed an open garbage bag on the tub floor between my feet before unfastening the diaper and letting it fall into the bag with a thud. The nasty smell instantly filled the room and Carol turned to flip the fan switch on.

She removed the bag and tied it closed, then turned on the water and waited for the temperature to be right. The detachable shower head was then used to slowly cleanse the poo from my diaper area.

“Bend forward.” She demanded.

As I leaned forward, the shower head was pointed directly into my nether region. I could feel the effluent being washed down my legs, but the spray directly on my pussy and ass almost gave me an instant orgasm. Carol seemed to not notice as she used a scrubber to get every last bit of mess from between my legs. Once the shit had been washed away and disappeared down the drain, she lathered up a shower pouf with body soap and cleaned me from head to toe.

Now clean, Carol dried me off with a large, fluffy towel. It felt good and quite different than the last day of humiliation. As much as I enjoyed the humiliation, it had exhausted me and this little bit of comfort was a welcome change.

Back in the room, the towel was removed and I was once again laid on the bed. Carol unfolded another thick diaper and placed a stuffer on top of it. After sliding it under my butt, she grabbed a tube of rash cream and spread liberal amounts between my ass cheeks and around my pussy. Then a healthy dose of baby powder was sprinkled onto the area. The diaper was pulled up tight and the tapes fastened.

Once again I felt the familiar tingle of humiliation and wished I was somewhere private. Carol seemed to read my body language, as she laid down next to me and began to rub my pussy through the thick diaper. I didn’t know what to think of it at first.

“It’s okay sweetie. Enjoy yourself. Mommy knows what’s best for you.” She spoke softly as I felt her pressing harder against the diaper.

I didn’t need any more motivation than that, as I gave into the feelings and allowed myself to build to orgasm. My body trembled as I approached my first orgasm and continued to shake as it seemed to last for several minutes. Carol kept rubbing the entire time and I quickly began to build to a second. The smile on her face and referencing herself as Mommy triggered something inside of me and I had three massive orgasms in a row.

She stopped rubbing and reached around my waist and pulled me close. She held my head against her breast with one hand and lightly stroked my back with the other. For the first time in my life, I felt complete bliss and I began to cry tears of joy.

“That’s my girl. Get it all out. You’re in a safe place now.” She assured me.

I cried for several minutes and just held her close as she cuddled me. When I finally composed myself, she allowed me to sit up and gave me a tissue to dry my eyes.

“I know the last 24 hours has been hard. I wanted to make sure the first day was the hardest, so you would have a reference to judge by. Your aunt is really not a good person and I want to make sure you get the discipline and love that you need. This is the last time I am going to give you this option, so I want you to think about it. Do you want to stay here and be my baby girl? Or do you want to go back to your aunt and leave all of this behind?” She asked.

Up until now, I had resigned myself to living with my previous choice and regretted it. Now that the choice was mine again, it suddenly wasn’t so simple. Did I want this to be my life? The more I thought about it, the more I realized that this was exactly what I wanted. As much as I hated the spankings, her assurance that the first day would be the hardest had me wondering if the risk was worth it.

“I’m going to give you some time to think through it. If you decide you want to stay, you need to know that there won’t be another choice. You will be required to follow the rules or risk punishment. I am going to send the girls out for the day and will wait in the living room. When you’ve made your decision, come downstairs. If you are still in your diaper, I will take that as a choice. If you are dressed to leave, I will understand.”

She didn’t wait for any response from me as she left the room and closed the door.

I’m not sure how long I lay there weighing my options. The pros and cons were not so clear as I considered a complete loss of freedom for something as trivial as sexual stimulation. Were my desires for humiliation and control more important to me than all of my other interests? Finally, I decided on a proper decision and headed downstairs, wearing only the thick diaper. Carol smiled as she saw me walking down the stairs. Halfway down the stairs, I paused and spoke.

“I want this. I really do. But, I also have other interests. If I make this choice, will I still be able to pursue them?” I asked in a very nervous voice.

“Of course sweetie. Part of this is helping you to grow and expand. Those interests won’t just be allowed, they will be encouraged. However, diaper discipline will be permanent, so you will need to adjust to that paradigm. Do you understand?”

That actually sounded like a dream come true. Being able to pursue my dreams, but also being subjected to the humiliation and discipline I craved.

“Yes Ma’am.” I said with a smile.

“Does that mean you have made your decision then?” She asked.

I was too excited to answer and just nodded. Carol held out her arms, gesturing me to come to her. As I did, she pulled me close for a long hug.


Story: Diapered Call Girl

I’ve always considered myself a people pleaser and, for the last few years, I’ve put that to the test as a high end call girl. Apparently I was right, because I quickly rose to the top of the scene in this city. The thing that sets me apart from all those other pretty faces is that I will take clients they deny. All those kinky, but wealthy, men out there that aren’t having their needs met – they come to see me.

A couple of weeks ago, I was contacted by Mr. Branson. For the first time in two years, I had a client looking for something new. Mr. Branson requested a 24 hour session in which he would put me through the paces of diaper discipline. Rather than try to explain it, I will just show you the relevant email correspondence we shared. Private information has been redacted.


Subject: Referral from L******

Dearest Miranda,

                I was given your information by my friend, L******. He told me that you specialize in fetishes and that you are open to being in the submissive role. I wanted to touch bases with you and see if you might be interested in making my own dream a reality. Below, I have tried to outline my desires as completely as possible, but if you have any questions please don’t hesitate to ask.

                It has long been my desire to subject an attractive young woman to a weekend of diaper discipline. This weekend would start off quite simply, with me putting you in a diaper. You would be given a set of rules to follow and chores to complete. Failure to follow the rules or meet deadlines would result in punishment.

The Rules:

  • Toilet is off limits. Diaper must be used if necessary.
  • Diaper must be visible at all times and cannot be covered.
  • No talking unless asked a direct question.
  • No requests for diaper changes. Your diaper will be checked and changed as I see fit.

Failure to follow the rules or do as ordered, will result in any combination of the following punishments:

  • Corporal Punishment – Spanking, Paddling, Whipping – This punishment will be applied to all rule violations.
  • Enemas or Suppositories will be used if I suspect you are avoiding use of the diaper.
  • Anal Plugs may be used during spankings or in addition to enemas and suppositories.
  • Mouth Soaping for any incidents of swearing.
  • Gags and/or Castor Oil will be used if you speak out of turn.
  • Corner Time after every punishment to reflect on poor decisions.

                I realize this may sound harsh, but punishments will only be used if the rules are broken or commands are not followed. If all rules and commands are followed, you could complete the entire weekend without punishment. All commands and chores will be realistic as well. I will not set unreachable goals in an attempt to illicit punishment.

                Sexual acts will be expected and I am well aware of the condom requirement. Since the subject of my kink is diapers, I would expect nothing more than oral sex.

                If this sounds like a fantasy you would be willing to fulfill, I would love to hear back from you.

  1. Branson


Subject: Re: Referral from L******

Dear Mr. Branson,

                I am intrigued by your request, though I must admit to not having any experience with that particular fetish. It does seem to be something I could commit to, but I have a few stipulations.

  1. A weekend for a new client with a new fetish is a bit too long. I am comfortable scheduling a 24 hour session though. If all goes well, we could do a longer session in the future.
  2. I am not comfortable with any public play. When we meet, I will not leave the premises for any reason other than absolute emergencies.
  3. While the risk of punishment seems low, my price rises rapidly if any marks are left on my person. Are you able to place a sizable deposit to ward against possible marking?
  4. Oral sex does not require a condom, but anything vaginal or anal does. Failure to follow this rule will also result in forfeiture of your deposit.
  5. Safewords must be respected. Any safeword that is ignored will also result in the forfeiture of your deposit. If a safeword is used, I will require a one hour break to compose myself. That hour will be added to the end of your session.

                The cost for a session of this type is $7,500 per day. An additional $5,000 deposit must be placed at the same time for marking. If I finish the session without marks, the deposit will be returned to you within 24 hours. If that is within your budget, we can discuss further details.

                I look forward to your reply.



Subject: Re: Referral from L******

Dearest Miranda,

                I am comfortable with your stipulations. A 24 hour session the first time is reasonable and I have no intention of including public play. Vaginal and anal sex are unlikely, however, I would like to reserve the right to it if the mood strikes me. Condoms are a requirement with me as well, so we will have no issues there.

                If punishments are earned, marks will be likely. My fantasy is more conducive to an environment without safewords, but I understand your concern. If I may be so bold, I would like to make a counter offer. Safewords will be available, but I would like to make them costly.

                For the term of our session, I will pay you $20,000 if we make it through the entire day without a safeword. On the chance you use a safeword, that amount will drop to $5,000. Either way, you get paid a significant amount of money, but I get the peace of mind knowing that a safeword is unlikely. Would this be acceptable?

  1. Branson


With that, we had reached an agreement. After I checked his references, I agreed to have the session at his apartment. I was hesitant to meet him at his home, but his references were immaculate and he insisted his apartment housed the supplies necessary for a proper session.

So, here I am at 7pm in front of his door. His apartment is the entire sixth floor of a very nice high rise in the city. More than a little nervous, I reach out and ring the doorbell. A moment later the door is opened by the man I had seen in photos when checking references.


“Yes Sir.” I responded, wanting to give the best possible first impression.

In our correspondence, he had insisted that he wanted the session to begin immediately and skip the traditional introduction phase. With that in mind, I answered only his question and otherwise remained quiet.

“Come in.” He stepped aside and opened the door wide as he gestured for me to enter.

I stepped through the door and he shut it behind me.

“Thank you.” I responded instinctively. Immediately realizing my mistake, I knew what was coming.

“Ten seconds in and you’ve already broken the rules.” He said with a clear smile in his voice.

I almost apologized for the violation, but realized that would be a second violation. I felt his hand touch my lower back as he guided me forward a few steps into the foyer.

“Strip.” He commanded with a suddenly stern tone to his voice.

It only took me a moment to undress, as I was only wearing a dress, flat shoes a panties. As I removed them, he took them from me and placed them on a nearby table.

Once I was naked, he took me by the hand and led me down a hallway to a room at the end. The room was large and filled with all sorts of furniture and equipment. The most notable of which was an adult sized nursery layette in the near corner. Crib, changing table, stacks of diapers and an open closet filled with clothing.

Another corner of the room was set up like a doctor’s office with a medical exam table as the centerpiece – only this one was equipped with restraints. My eyes were immediately drawn to the hospital pole standing near the counter with a large red enema bag hanging from the top.

The final corner was filled with a multitude of different BDSM furnishings; St Andrews Cross, pillory, spanking bench, cage and more. The walls seemed to be decorated with different restraints and punishment implements.

I didn’t exactly get a tour as he pulled me to a chair sitting near the crib. He sat down without letting go of my hand and then looked up at me.

“Over my lap.” He ordered.

A few clients in the past have spanked me. It’s not my cup of tea, but I have found I am resilient. As much as they hurt, I’ve always been able to endure even the worst spankings. I moved beside him and sprawled myself across his lap. He adjusted me a little higher, so my ass was sticking right up in the middle. My feet and hands were unable to touch the floor, thanks to the height of the chair, so I grabbed onto the chair legs for support as my legs dangled.

SMACK! Without warning, I felt his hand land hard across my right cheek. SMACK! Another swat on the left cheek. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Without pause, he landed about two dozen swats, alternating between left and right cheek. It hurt. A lot. He was clearly experienced with spanking and knew how to spank properly.

I felt blood rushing to my ass as the onslaught continued. I could feel myself beginning to sweat and more and more swats struck hard across my ass. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! It went on for at least five minutes before he paused.

He shifted a little and a quick glance over my shoulder revealed he was reaching for something on the nearby dresser. When he pulled his hand back, he was holding a large wooden hairbrush. Oh boy. This was not going to feel good.

“It seems you require a bit more aggressive adjustment.” He commented.

I wasn’t sure what I had done to warrant the comment, but knew I had to brace for the next impact.

POP! OUCH! That fucking hurt! One swat with the hairbrush and I was suddenly sweating harder than ever. How many would I have to endure? Would I be able to resist the urge to use my safeword? POP! POP! POP!

Suddenly, as tears began to fill my eyes, I realized the meaning of his comment. He intended to spank me harder and harder until I broke down and cried. Desperately wanting the assault on my butt to cease, I released those mental blocks and allowed myself to cry.

At first, it was just a few tears, but after a few more swats I was downright bawling and blubbering. I could feel snot bubbles forming in my nose and I felt out of breath. Sweat poured off my forehead and my ass felt like it was literally on fire.

“Ten more for good measure.” He said as he leaned down to see my face.

POP! POP! POP! These swats were even harder than before and I struggled to simply make it through the final ten. On the tenth blow, the relief was so overwhelming, I muttered under my breath “Fuuuu…”, but I caught myself before finishing the word.

“What was that? Did you swear?” He demanded to know.

“No sir!” I answered, desperate to avoid more spanking.

“And now you’re lying. I heard what you said. You are really in need of discipline today, aren’t you?” He asked.

Not wanting to make my situation worse, I answered affirmatively. “Yes Sir.”

He caressed my ass for a moment, then helped me to stand. I stood there, scared of what was coming next, but he simply pulled me close for a hug. As he held me, he rubbed my ass and I broke down and cried into his shoulder.

After a few minutes, he pulled away and looked me in the eye.

“You have a little more punishment coming, but you were very good taking your spanking. Would you like to get it over with now or would you like a break first?” He asked.

As much as I wanted a break, I knew the best decision was to simply get it over with. The dread of waiting would be unbearable.

“Now please, Sir.” I answered.

“Very well.” He said with a smile.

He scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the changing table, where he laid me on my back. My hands were positioned on the table next to my head, which seemed odd at first. However, it made much more sense when he pulled a set of stocks from under the table. It had three holes – one for my neck and two for my wrists. He put it in place and attached it to the changing table, effectively locking me in place.

“This is for speaking out of turn.” He said as he opened a drawer and removed a small bottle and a plastic syringe.

The writing on the bottle said Castor Oil, which really concerned me. I know I had agreed to that particular punishment, but everything I read about it was horrible. It was a punishment they once used on children, which causes uncontrollable diarrhea after a few hours. Knowing that I would soon be in a diaper, I deduced the expected result – a very messy diaper.

“Normally, you would only get one tablespoon, but since you spoke out of turn twice you will be getting a double dose.”

He placed the syringe in the bottle and pulled back the plunger until it was filled to the two tablespoon marker. The syringe was then placed between my lips as he slowly squeezed it into my mouth. I struggled to swallow it, but it tasted awful and I almost gagged.

As I tried to rinse the taste out of my mouth with saliva, he was busy preparing for the rest of my punishment. A long pink spreader bar was placed between my ankles and fastened. A short length of rope was tied to the center eye hook in the spreader bar and attached to the stocks that held my neck and wrists. The result was my legs spread wide and pulled up high, exposing my ass and pussy.

Another drawer was opened and he removed a large douching syringe and a steel bowl. Next, he ran the water in the sink until it was the correct temperature and filled the bowl half full. At first, I thought he intended to douche me and I almost spoke out of turn to explain that was not okay. The fear of further punishment, however, kept me quiet. Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, a douche was not his intent.

“We need to make sure you’re hydrated when that castor oil kicks in.” He explained as I felt the syringe tip being pressed into my ass.

He was giving me an enema, not a douche. I was suddenly very glad I didn’t speak out of turn again. Several times he refilled the syringe and injected the water into my ass. After the sixth injection, I felt a desperate need to relieve myself and I began to whimper. Two more times he injected my ass with water, then I felt something else pressing against my sphincter.

The new object spread my ass wider and wider as he pressed it in and I realized it was a butt plug. I tried hard to relax, but it still hurt. Wider and wider the plug spread until I was on the verge of yelling my safeword. Just as I was about to bring it to voice, I felt the widest part of the plug pass and come to rest on the base. I let out a loud sigh as the pain gave way to discomfort.

He walked away for a moment and I watched as he retrieved a large disposable diaper from a nearby cabinet, along with two large pads, a bottle of baby powder and a tube of rash cream. The diaper appeared to have some sort of teddy bear prints on it and I wondered where he would have gotten such a thing in adult sizes.

Barely able to see over the stocks that held me in place, I watched as he unfolded the diaper and placed the two pads into the middle of it. They effectively tripled the thickness of the diaper, which oddly made me feel better. If I was going to be forced to use a diaper, the last thing I wanted was a leak.

I felt him position the diaper under my ass, then the spreader bar was untethered from the stocks and removed from my ankles. My legs were lowered and I felt like my ass was resting on a pillow. The tube of rash cream was opened and he squeezed a liberal amount onto his fingertips.

“This will form a barrier and prevent any infections from wearing a dirty diaper.” He explained as he began to rub the lotion all over my pussy. As much discomfort as I felt, I was glad he had the foresight for such considerations.

After wiping his hands clean with a cloth, he opened the bottle of baby powder and coated my entire diaper area with the sweet smelling talc. The diaper was then pulled up between my legs and carefully aligned. There were four tapes – two on each side – that he carefully attached so they were tight, but also lined up correctly.

Satisfied that the diaper was fitted properly, he removed the stocks from my neck and helped me to sit up. It was difficult, due to the bulk of the diaper and the large plug in my ass. As soon as I sat up, the need to defecate became even more pronounced and I groaned.

“It will pass as soon as your body absorbs the water. I promise.” He insisted.

He helped me to my feet and I realized I was unable to stand properly with the huge amount of padding between my legs. When I looked up at him, he simply smiled.

“Corner time for one hour.” He said in a matter of fact tone and I remembered his email promising corner time at each punishment.

As he took me by the hand, I had to waddle across the room to follow him. When we reached the corner, he pulled my hands behind my back and cuffed them together. Then he reached into yet another drawer and pulled out a bar of soap. I sighed in disappointed when I realized what was coming.

“Open wide.” He ordered as he held up the bar.               I opened my mouth and he slid the bulk of the bar past my teeth until it touched the back of my tongue. I almost gagged, but managed to compose myself.

“Now bite down.” He insisted. I bit softly at first, but a harsh glance from him spurred me to bite a little harder. Once my teeth were planted firmly into the soap, he turned me toward the corner and pressed my face against the wall.

As he walked away, I realized just how much of a predicament I was in.  A bruised butt filled with a half gallon of water, held in by a large butt plug and covered in a thick diaper. The taste of castor oil now seemingly enhanced by the bar of soap prying my jaw open. The feeling of desperately needing to shit was almost overpowering and I didn’t know if I could handle standing here for an hour.

After a few minutes, my mouth began to water, which just made the soapy taste worse. I had to tilt my head down a little, so the drool would run out of my mouth instead of down my throat. As I glanced down, I realized he expected the drooling when I saw that I was standing on an absorbent puppy pad.

I tried to push the soap out a little with my tongue, but it was no use. Having bitten down so hard, it was now wedged tightly between my teeth. Having my hands bound meant it wasn’t coming out without help. With my tongue pressed down and the soap pressed in so far, all of my taste buds seemed to be in contact with the bar.

On the plus side, the need to poop began to subside. He was right about my body absorbing the water, but it didn’t make the experience any less uncomfortable. Also, knowing what the castor oil would soon do to me, I figured there was probably another reason for it.

The longer I stood facing the corner, the more I pondered my situation. I had arrived here under the delusion that I would not earn any punishments at all and this would be a cakewalk session. I couldn’t have been more wrong. Three infractions in my first hour; speaking out of turn, cussing and lying.

The thought crossed my mind that I deserved this punishment, but I had to try and erase that thought from my mind. This was a session and I needed to remain neutral and professional. This isn’t the first time I began to fall into that mental trap. Deep down I craved humiliation, but this was not the place for that. Despite the wetness in my crotch at the moment.

As I struggled with my inner demons, Mr. Branson returned after the promised hour. Grasping the cuffs between my hands, he pulled me out of the corner. In his other hand, he held a washcloth that he used to grip the bar of soap. It took a little wiggling on his part, but he managed to remove it from my mouth.

“Lesson learned?” He asked.

“Yes Sir.” I responded.

“On your knees.” He commanded as he pressed down on my shoulder.

I bent my knees and allowed myself to be guided to the floor. The bar of soap was tossed into the sink and then he unzipped his pants. His semi-erect penis was pulled out and hung right in front of my face.

“Give me a nice soapy blowjob and then you can brush your teeth.” He said with a grin.

I moved my head toward his cock and slurped it right up into my mouth. It was difficult at first with my hands still bound behind my back, but I managed. It only took a moment for him to get fully hard and then it was much easier.

His cock was much larger than I had expected. Perhaps nine inches long and more than adequate in girth. It stretched my lips, but I was well versed in giving phenomenal head. Several times I took him all the way in and down my throat. He seemed pleased that I was able to deep throat him, as he was clearly trying to hold back his orgasm. Within five minutes, however, he shot his load straight down my throat.

A few moments passed as he recovered from his climax, then he helped me to stand. The cuffs were removed from my wrists and I was guided to the sink.

“Brush your teeth thoroughly or you’ll end up tasting it later.” He said as he handed me a brand new tooth brush and tooth paste.

I spent about five minutes brushing every nook and cranny of my mouth, trying to get every last bit of soap residue out. It was horrid, as the brushing itself was making suds of the flakes that were still lodged in my teeth. It took a fair amount of rinsing to get it all out. Once the rinse ran clear, I put down the brush and waited quietly for his return.

As I stood there, I felt a rumbling in my stomach and I realized the castor oil was finally kicking in. How was I going to deal with diarrhea with a huge plug still lodged in my ass? Another few minutes passed and I had my first cramp. This was not a minor cramp either, as it made menstrual cramps feel like tickles. Immediately after that cramp, I felt and heard bubbling in my colon and I suddenly felt a desperate need to shit. Another cramp caused me to double over in pain and desperation just as Mr. Branson returned.

“Looks like the castor oil worked a little faster on you than most.” He commented as he helped me to stand.

He led me to the crib and had me stand facing it with my hands on the mattress. He carefully unfastened the top tapes on either side of the diaper and pulled the diaper down to just below my ass. Grabbing the base of the plug, he began to pull slowly but firmly. As the wide part of the plug passed my sphincter I cried out in pain, but it was quickly replaced with relief.

With the plug removed, I desperately tried to hold in my bowels as he pulled the diaper back up and refastened the tapes. He opened another drawer and pulled out a large pair of clear plastic pants and held them for me to step into. As he pulled them up my legs, I lost control of my bowels and released a loud, wet fart into the diaper.

I could feel my face flushing with embarrassment as he pulled the plastic pants over the diaper. As he pulled it tight, I realized there was a chain in the waistband of the plastic pants and I heard the click of a padlock at the small of my back. I was now effectively trapped in the diaper until he decided to unlock them.

“Climb up.” He ordered as he patted the mattress in front of me.

I lifted my leg up to the mattress to climb in, but it was situated a bit too high for my tiny frame. When I struggled to pull myself up, he placed his hands on my waist and lifted me onto the mattress. Of course, this elicited another wet fart which sent a wave of renewed humiliation throughout my body.

Laying down on the mattress, I could feel the plastic sheet under the satin. Considering how thickly I was diapered and the added security of the plastic pants, I figured it was more for humiliation than protection. My head came to rest on a doll shaped pillow just as another cramp hit me and my ass released another monstrous fart. It seemed to resonate against the diaper, which almost made it seem louder.

He walked away for a moment and returned with a set of pink padded mitts. Still focused on the cramps, I barely noticed as he pulled the mitts over my hands and secured them at my wrists with another set of small padlocks. Tightly they encased my hands and I knew they would be useless until the mitts were removed.

In an almost sadistically paternal way, he bent forward and kissed my forehead before placing a larger than normal pacifier in my mouth. The side of the crib was then pulled up and latched in place. Looking up, I could see that there were bars on the top of the crib as well, effectively making it a cage.

“That binky better still be in your mouth in the morning or there will be consequences. Good night and sleep tight.” He said as he moved to position a baby monitor camera on the other side of the room.

As soon as he turned off the lights, I felt a massive cramp hit my colon and I knew this was the big one. I had to lift my knees to accommodate, as the massive bowel movement pressed hard against the confines of the diaper on its way out.. The feeling of my own poo spreading between my ass cheeks and up into the front of the diaper was just overwhelmingly humiliating and I began to sob to myself.

Several minutes later, I felt another large movement, but there didn’t seem to be room in the diaper for more. I tried to use my hands to push the mess aside, but the soft padding of the mitts made it impossible. The only option was to sit up on my knees and press my ass against the crib bars to spread the mess and make more room in the seat of the diaper. It was by far the most disgusting thing I have ever done, but it worked and I was able to force out a bit more.

Once I had finished with the humiliating task of filling the diaper, I was exhausted. Confident sleep would elude me, I lay down and tried to relax. I did manage to nod off for a while, but every hour or so I was reminded of why castor oil was used for punished as I was awakened by repeated uncontrollable bowel movements.

By morning, I had only accumulated a few hours of sleep. As tired as I was, more was not to be had. The loaded diaper I wore now caused an incessant itch that I could not scratch. Looking down, I could see that the diaper had managed to hold it all in, but my bladder was now full and aching for relief. As much as I dreaded the thought, I knew what was expected.

I had to position myself on my knees in order to coax my bladder to relax. After several minutes of fighting against years of potty training, I finally managed to release. Immediately I realized what a huge mistake I made, as the urine mixed the defecant already present. It created a nasty, soupy messy that I could feel squishing around inside the diaper. The itching also became almost instantly unbearable as I desperately tried rubbing myself against the bars and mattress.

Unable to scratch the torturous itch, I began to cry softly and I was quickly building up to screaming my safeword. Mr. Branson must have been watching on the monitor, because moments later he walked through the door.

“Does someone need a diaper change?” He asked in a condescending tone.

I simply nodded, unsure if it was a direct question.

“Alright darling. Let’s get you cleaned up and then we can discuss your punishment for spitting out the binky.” He said as he unlocked the side of the crib and lowered the rail.

I was so wrapped up in my situation that I didn’t even realize the pacifier had come out of my mouth while I slept. Glancing around, I saw it lying on the floor beside the crib. As much as I dreaded whatever punishment was to come, all I could think about was getting out of this disgusting diaper.

He helped me out of the crib and to a standing position. The simple act of standing up was difficult with the diaper squishing disgustingly between my thighs. The mitts were unstrapped and removed from my hands before he took my right hand and pulled me along behind him. Every step I took forced the filth in my diaper to rub between my ass cheeks and I couldn’t help but groan in disgust.

We headed straight to the bathroom where he directed me into the shower. The padlock was removed from the waist chain and he carefully pulled the plastic pants down and removed them. A large plastic bag was retrieved from under the sink and opened wide between my feet. Each tape was peeled off, but the diaper still clung to my skin. With a firm tug, it pulled away and fell with a plop into the bag.

The smell was horrid and I almost gagged from the pungency of it. Even Mr. Branson curled his nose as he quickly closed the bag and tied it tight. After setting the bag aside, he turned on the water and adjusted it to a warm temperature.

When the water was satisfactory, he pulled the detachable shower head down and began to carefully spray off the shit that still coated my diaper area. Looking down, I was immediately overwhelmed by humiliation as I watched the brown mess running down my legs into the tub. I covered my face with my hands in shame as he took his time alternating between the sprayer and bath brush. Five minutes of scrubbing went by before the water ran clean.

“Clean up.” He told me after hanging the sprayer back on the wall and handing me a wash cloth.

He left the room and I took a few minutes to enjoy the hot shower. The bruises on my ass were still sensitive, but the lack of itching was refreshing. Even though Mr. Branson had thoroughly cleaned my diaper area, I still felt dirty down there and did an extra good job of cleaning myself.

Mr. Branson returned while I was enjoying the hot spray on the back of my shoulders. He turned off the water and wrapped a large towel around me. Tenderly, he dried me from head to toe and seemed to enjoy this very paternal task.

With the towel still draped around my shoulders, he led me back to the nursery and lifted me up onto the changing table. A disposable diaper with a different infantile design was retrieved, along with another large stuffer, lotion and baby powder.

After squeezing a liberal amount of lotion into his hand, he rubbed both hands together to distribute it evenly. Then, he began applying the lotion to every part of my body. As good as it felt, my mind was focused on trying to figure out what punishment he had in store for me next.

When he finished with the lotion, he took a moment to wash his hands before placing the diaper under my ass. An excessive amount of lavender baby powder was spread across my ass and pussy before the diaper was pulled up tight and taped closed.

“Time for some breakfast.” He said as he lifted me from the table and helped me to my feet.

I followed him to the kitchen, where he led to me an oversized high chair and lifted me into the seat. A large tray was fastened in front of me and a gigantic pink bib was tied around my neck. I felt ridiculous, but it was better than being beaten.

First, he made a large baby bottle of apple juice and handed it to me. I was quite thirsty and immediately began sucking hard on the nipple. As I drank from the bottle, he made a plate of finger foods – carrots, celery, rolled lunchmeat and cubed cheese. Just seeing the food made my tummy growl and he gave me a knowing smile before placing the plate on the tray in front of me.

Even though I’m not a fan of carrots, I ate every last bite of the offered food. Partly to avoid punishment, but also because I was quite hungry. As I ate, he refilled the bottle one more time with apple juice, which I used to wash the last bites down. Apparently he had already eaten, because he seemed content to watch me eat.

Once my plate was clear and the bottle empty, he removed the tray and lifted me out of the chair. Grasping my wrist, he led me once again to the nursery. This time, however, we moved to the corner of the room that housed all of the BDSM equipment and I knew it was time for the promised punishment.

“Hands behind your back.” He ordered after positioning me in the middle of the room.

I did as instructed and felt him adjust my arms until they were crossed with my fingers touching the elbow of the opposite arm. A large leather cuff was wrapped around both wrists and strapped tight. Next, he placed leather cuffs around each ankle and fastened them to a narrow spreader bar. The spreader bar itself was connected to a recessed eye bolt in the floor, preventing me from leaving that spot.

Once bound tightly in place, he opened a nearby cabinet and pulled out a leather harness and a Hitachi Magic Wand. The harness was wrapped around my waist snugly and then the Hitachi was fitted into the crotch strap. He pulled it up tight between my legs and pulled it through the buckle hard to ensure the Hitachi was pressing firmly against my pussy through the diaper. The Hitachi cord was plugged into an extension cord and the switch was flipped to high. Immediately, I felt the pleasurable vibrations in my clit and wondered when he was going to add the punishment part.

“I’ll be back in a bit. I have some phone calls to make and some work to do. I’ll be watching you on the monitor if you need to safeword.” He said with a smirk as he turned and left the room.

Apparently this was supposed to be my punishment? I almost smiled to myself as I began to build to climax. After about ten minutes, I had my first orgasm and it was amazing. The Hitachi is definitely my favorite method of masturbation, so I was curious why he considered this a punishment. After another fifteen minutes, a second orgasm came to fruition. Then a third and a fourth.

By the fifth orgasm, I was beginning to understand this punishment. I was exhausted, but could do nothing to stop the Hitachi from eliciting more and more orgasms. I tried my hardest to think of other things, but the high powered vibrator wouldn’t let me ignore it.

After the sixth orgasm, I fell to my knees from exhaustion. After the ninth orgasm, I was laying on my belly, desperate for it to stop. At that point, I desperately wanted to use my safeword, but couldn’t find the energy to voice it. He must’ve have noticed my body language, because it was only a moment later that he came back into the room and switched off that infernal device.

He rolled me onto my back and cradled my head in his lap. He had brought a baby bottle of cold water with him, which he fed to my while I slowly recovered from my ordeal. The entire time, he simply caressed my hair as he waited patiently.

When the bottle was empty, he slowly removed all of my restraints. When he pulled the Hitachi away from my pussy, I could feel that the diaper was thoroughly soaked from my own wetness. With all of the restraints removed, he lifted me up and carried me to the crib.

“Take a nap sweetie.” He said softly.

He kissed my forehead and pulled a blanket over me, before pulling the rail of the crib up and latching it in place. Then he left the room after turning off the light. Exhaustion overtook me almost instantly and I dozed off. The next thing I remember is Mr. Branson waking me.

“Rise and shine.” I heard him say as he nudged me softly.

“Yes Sir.” I responded, struggling to wake myself up.

“We only have a couple hours left. I was going to wake you earlier, but I dozed off myself.” He explained.

He motioned for me to climb out of the crib, so I shifted myself over and he helped me out. Taking me by the hand, he led me to the nearby chair. He sat down and pulled me close until I was sitting in his lap.

“I’m going to give you a minute to wake up, then I’m going to give you one final spanking. After that, you’re going to give me a blowjob. Understand?”

“Yes Sir.” I responded, really not feeling I could handle a spanking at that moment.

“After that, you can clean up, put your regular clothes back on and I’ll take you out to nice meal. How does that sound?”

“Sounds great, Sir.” It really did sound good. I needed a real meal right about now.

He held me in his lap, as he rubbed my back with his right hand and my breasts with his left. It felt great, despite the feeling of dread from the impending spanking. After about fifteen minutes, he patted my diapered ass and motioned for me to stand.

“Time for your spanking little girl.” He said, as he unfastened the top tapes on my diaper.

With the top tapes loosened, he was able to pull the diaper down just far enough to expose my ass. He pulled me over his lap until my hands and feet were touching the floor, but my ass was sticking straight up in the air.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! No implements this time. Just his large hand landing hard across my cheeks. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He alternated from one cheek to the other for the most part, but mixed it up a bit along the way. It hurt, but I was ever so glad it wasn’t something worse.

Regardless of the impact of the spanking, he kept it up until I was in tears. My ass felt like it was burning and I was already exhausted, so it probably came a lot sooner than it should. Once the tears flowed, he stopped the assault and began rubbing my ass instead. His fingers strayed between my cheeks and down to my pussy. He was clearly getting himself ready for a blowjob.

After I composed myself, he helped me to stand and refastened the diaper. Then he led me to his bedroom. He removed his clothes, climbed up on the bed and lay on his back. Then he positioned me in a sixty nine position, so the crotch of my diaper was straddling his face and my face was right in his crotch.

As I took his cock into my mouth, I felt him pressing his face into my pussy through the diaper. His hands were rubbing my ass through the diaper as well. His erection appeared rather quickly and it only took me about a minute to make him cum.

Even though he came rather quickly, we lay there for quite some time as he recovered from the orgasm. His hands never left my ass, so I just lay there and kissed his cock and thighs repeatedly.

“Thank you so much darling. This was all so amazing. Please, go get cleaned up and we’ll head to dinner once you’re ready.”

“Yes, Sir.” I said with a smile. Happy that I had done my job and made it through a very rough session without using my safeword.

While I was in the shower, I thought about the events of the last day and tried to decide if I would do it again. I figured he would ask me if I would during dinner, so I needed to be prepared with an answer. As bad as the punishments were, I think having a better idea of the rules beforehand would result in fewer punishments the next time. Besides, even though I didn’t enjoy the painful aspects of our time together, the humiliation was rather enjoyable.

As I was laying out my clothes after the shower, I decided to offer a little gift to him. Still naked, I went to find Mr. Branson.

“Sir. Would you be willing to diaper me for dinner? Something that can be covered easy enough preferably?” I asked even though I had strictly forbidden public play.

“Certainly. Follow me.” He said with a huge grin as he led me down to the nursery.

After helping me up onto the changing table, he went into the drawers and pulled out a pure white disposable diaper. No infantile prints on this one and he did not pull out a stuffer.

Once again, he used a good amount of baby powder after placing the diaper under my butt. Then he pulled it up snug and fastened all four tapes. When he helped me off the table, I realized the diaper was still fairly thick, but seemed a bit more discreet without the stuffer.

“Thank you.” I offered as I walked back toward the room with my clothes.

My dress did a good job of covering the diaper, as long as I didn’t bend over too far. It was going to be a bit nerve wracking to be diapered in public, but I felt like it would be a nice finish to our session. I wanted him to know that I was all right with everything that transpired.

Dinner was uneventful. I even wet the diaper in the middle of the restaurant and made a point of letting Mr. Branson know. As expected, he did ask if I would come back for a full weekend and I told him I would. We even set a new date for the following month to spend a weekend together. Perhaps I will write more about that visit, assuming it’s as eventful as this one.


Story: Fantasies Come to Life

My Fantasies come to life.

For years, I was on line looking at websites, reading stories, and discovering all that there was about wearing diapers, kinky sex, adult babies, anything that sort of peaked my interest. I was always very shy about my likes, because I really did not know if my thoughts and feelings were normal. I would be in a chat and read converstations people were having about being bent over their Daddy/Sir’s knee and getting spanked for being naughty or just a reminder that Daddy/Sir loves them very much. My mind would always race and I would get so excited reading, and always wished some day I could experience that feeling too. I was a little bit nervous at first, but it did not take me long to realize I should have broken out of my shell much sooner.

I chatted for 4 years on a website and I had been sort of asking questions and just trying to get an idea of what was what, when I got a pm from one of the members in chat his name was Braden. He was very nice and we first chatted about what I knew, he asked me questions and I always answered honestly. He continued chatting, and than he e-mailed me a story, of something he would love to act out in real life, and he asked I read it, and if it sounded like something I was interested in we could meet up, in his city, my city or somewhere totally different and we could act out his senario.

Not really knowing what to expect I told him I’d read it and think about it. So I did just that I opened my email and read the story he had written. While I was reading his story I could feel my panties getting wet, and started rubbing myself, I was so surprised this had never happened to me before. Not thinking much of it I continued reading it, and was rubbing myself fingers slipped into my pussy. I had to stop reading because I was getting so turned on I wanted to cum so bad, started playing with myself more until I came. WOW, it felt so good and I was not even done the story. Once I came back from space I continued reading the story, and again I felt myself getting wet and needed to cum, so I came again. By the time I finished the story I had cum three more times. I was exhausted and went to sleep.

I woke up and noticed I had slept twelve hours. When Braden came back online he asked me if I had read the story and what I thought, I was hesitant to tell him what i thought because If i came that many times reading the story I couldn’t begin to imagine what would happen if I actually got to live it out real time.

I did not know what to do, tell him or not? Accept it or not? He than started to get impatient with me, and told me that I had to make a decision whether or not I wanted to meet him and live out this scene, or he would move on and find another lady to play with. He said he enjoyed chatting with me and he would like nothing more than to show me how fun it can be, and this would be a great way for me to see if this is really what I want. I had mentioned in one of our chats, I really wanted to find the perfect man and he later told me that If I live out this fantasy of mine I would know what to look for in a man and go for nothing less than. He gave me 5 days to decide.

I pondered and pondered and had dreams about the story I even read the story four more times in two days. Getting the same reaction getting so turned on I felt this was a sign I must live out this fantasy. It was everything I ever wanted and than some. So I didn’t even need the 5 days I let him know the second day and told him the truth about what happened while reading the story. He got upset with me at first, telling me I need to be upfront and honest with him ALWAYS. I apologized and he told me he would need to punish me so that I learn that it is important. Any relationship I would ever enter it would need to be that way as well.

So we made arrangements and planned to meet at a hotel in Florida, which was where he had a condo. We set the date, and as days came closer I started to feel nervous scared and excited. I read his email a few more times before that date.

I had my bags packed, and got ready. Once I got there I parked outside his condo, and he came down to greet me. We put my bags inside his condo, and left for dinner. It was a wonderful restaurant. We shared a bottle of wine. It was a wonderful evening. He picked up the bill and we walked to his condo. It was a nice night out. We got to his condo, and he said. Starting right now you will call my Daddy and you are my little baby. He than took my hand and walked me to the spare bedroom and said this is where changes would happen and If i felt I did not want to share his big bed I could sleep here as well. He layed me on the bed and had me pull down my panties. I was wearing a skirt. He spread my legs wide, and told me I was not allowed to move them. I felt so embarrassed, here I was spread open and he was gone. He came back with diaper and powder. He asked me to lift my butt and placed diaper in me, than he began to finger my pussy a little bit. He fingered me enough to get me all wet, than applied baby powder and closed my diaper up. He proceeded to take off my skirt, and told me to take off my bra, and I should wear a loose shirt, which he provided me.

So far I was feeling pretty good. He is such a caring man. We sat on the balcony, I was nervous because I did not want anyone to notice my diaper, but he said not to worry no one would see. I was thirsty and I asked him for a drink. I did not say it propery I said Braden may I have something to drink when I should have said Daddy may I have something to drink. He scolded me for not calling him Daddy the first time. He said now your spanking will be doubled. I gave him a look of fear, and he asked me If I had forgotten about the spanking I was getting for not being honest with him. After I asked him correctly for something to drink he came back with a baby bottle filled with wine, he had a glass of wine. He handed it to me, and said your just a baby, you can’t have a glass and consider yourself lucky that there’s wine in it starting tomorrow it’s water, juice and milk for you. I drank my wine, and enjoyed it, but my bladder was starting to fill and I needed to go to the wash room. I stood up and he asked me where I was going. “To the washroom” I told him. He told me, you are wearing your wash room, little babies don’t get to use the toilet that’s for adults.

I had to go, so I started to wet my diaper, and after I peed I started rubbing my diaper it was feeling really good. He scolde me for touching myself and informed me I may only touch myself when given permission. He came over and felt my diaper, it was very wet, all that wine I had been drinking. He told me he would change me, and grabbed my hand pulled me to the bedroom. He set out some towels, and asked me to go and lay on them, spread my legs so he could change me. I layed on my back spread my legs, and allowed him to change me. He had me laying there for a little while I was wondering what he was doing, just as I wanted to sit up to see where he was he came to my side and said where do u think your going, time to change you little one. He undid my diaper and took wipes and cleaned me, when I was clean he fingered me than stopped. He told me to get up. He sat on the bed and told me to lay over his knee, he would give me my spanking now. At first I asked him is this really nessessary, I will be good. He told me when he makes a promise he keeps it and he told me he would spank me so he will do just that. There I was, with just my shirt laying over his lap ready for a spanking. He started spanking me with this hands, which was not bad, than I could feel him reach, and he was reaching for a paddle. He than told me to count these he would give me 10, and I was to say “Thank you Daddy” after each.
WACK ” One Thank you Daddy” WACK “Two Thank you Daddy” WACK “Three Thank you Daddy” WACK “Four” … WACKK WACK!. ” five six Thank you Daddy” You did not thank me for your Forth spanking, he told me. Next time I start from the beginning. WACK WACK WACK ” seven eight nine Thank you Daddy” he waited and waited for the last one. Ask me for it he told me. I said ” what”. He told me he needed me to ask him for my last swat. “Please Daddy May I have my 10th spank” I said quietly. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!.”Owwwwwee Ten THank you Daddy” The last one really hurt. He than rubbed my sore bum, and told me I had done a good job. I tried to get up and he held me down, and asked me where I thought I was going. I thought I could get up because my spanking was done but he had other things in mind.

I could hear him opening something I couldn’t see what he was doing as my face was looking at the floor. I could feel him move, as I felt movements while on his lap, He than told me. he was going to take my temperature. I weakly said ok. He than said how about you ask me to insert this thermometer in your butt. I was in shock, this was getting embarrassing. “I am waiting he said, or do you need another spanking” “Daddy, please insert that thermometer in my butt,” i said quielty He gave my butt 10 quick wacks, and said that I need to speak up.
So I said again louder, and he said of course, He told me he would put some KY on it first. He than put a little ky on my anus too. I squrimed a little bit, stay still he told me, and than slowly inserted the thermometer into my butt. It felt so weird, but at the same time I was liking it. Occasionally he’d pull it out and insert it back in. After a while he brought his hand to my pussy, that was feeling little wet. “you like this hmm my little girl” He said to me. I did very much enjoy it. He pulled it out and it was quickly replaced with something that felt bigger, it didn’t hurt but I sure felt pressure. Oww was my reaction what is that? He told me it was s butt plug and would remain in me until bed time. He than had me lay on my back again.

I laid on my back and he started rubbing my pussy, it was getting so wet, he told me I wasn’t allowed to cum until he gave me permission. He than reached again and pulled benwa balls out and inserted them into my pussy. I moaned each time he inserted two. Than he diapered me up. He than told me I could stand up and get on my knees, and crawl around the house. I crawled around i could feel the butt plug in my and the benwa balls moving around I was getting soo turned on. He told me to crawl to the living room, and he would meet me there. He came and met me told me to get on the couch, and showed me a vibrator he had. He put it up against my diaper and started rubbing it around. I was getting so turned on I was moaning. Please Daddy I started to Beg please I need to cum, this feels so good, He told me few more minutes. I started to stress I felt I could cum any minute. Oh please I begged again. He smiled turned off the vibrator, and let me cum. I filled my diaper with cum. He than had me lay on the floor and he said he’d take my diaper off. He also took away the benwa balls. He had a diaper as well and told me to move my butt, and I looked a little surprised because I thought what about the butt plug. He than said I would keep the butt plug in a little while longer. Closed the diaper and we went back outside because it was so nice, and enjoyed the stars.

My eyes started closing and he looked at me and saw that my eyes were closing. He walked over to me and told me to go to the bedroom and lay on my back he’d change me into my night time diaper, and we’d go to sleep. I went ahead he followed. I was feeling, so happy that things were going so well, and the first part of his email I already lived.

He joined me changed me, and we went to his king bed, crawled in with him and we cuddled, he patted my diapered bum, and rubbed my pussy on the outside of my diaper it felt so good. Did not take much for me to fall asleep.

to be continued.

Story: Club Girl


Being homeless at 18 sucks. Being a homeless girl at 18 is even worse. Constantly fearing for my life and afraid every night that I will wake up to some pervert raping me. I guess that’s what happens when you live under a bridge.

My name is Aubrey and this is my life – for now. I grew up in a fairly normal family until my mom died when I was 12. My dad took it hard and started drinking heavily. He wasn’t physically abusive, but he was definitely verbally abusive. He constantly berated me for every little thing I did wrong. Blamed me for my mother’s death even. The day I turned 18, I left and didn’t look back.

Two months on the streets and I was already desperate enough to turn tricks, but I had a friend that offered another solution to my problems. She often got work at a local BDSM club where patrons would pay her good money to let them tie her up, tease her and even spank her. Because I was a petite girl, she seemed to think I would do great there.

It was a good suggestion. My first night, I was paid $800 to take a paddling on stage. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I figured for that kind money it couldn’t be too bad. The guy that paid me, led me up on stage, bent me over a padded bench and strapped me down. The skirt I was wearing was lifted to expose my ass and g-string panties. The deal was fifty swats with the oak paddle and I would earn $800. If I used my safeword “banana” the paddling would stop and I would be paid $10 per swat that I took.

On the first swat, I nearly screamed the safeword, but walking out of here with $10 wasn’t going to work. Besides, I figured if I gave in that quickly, nobody else would hire me. The second swat made me realize the first swat was more shock than pain. It definitely hurt, but it was bearable. By the tenth swat I felt as if a million tiny fire ants were biting into my ass. Tears flowed freely down my cheeks. By swat twenty, my ass actually felt as if it were going numb. After fifty swats, the crowd actually applauded as I was unstrapped from the bench and allowed to stand.

I headed for the bathroom to clean my face, but was stopped by another man who wanted to pay me to rub lotion on my bruised ass. Another $100 to let some guy rub lotion on my ass was definitely right up my alley, so I agreed. He sat on a nearby leather couch and had me lay across his lap. He used a liberal dose of baby lotion and spent 40 minutes massaging it into both cheeks.

That night, I stayed in a very nice motel room. I soaked my sore, bruised ass in the tub for 45 minutes and slept in a very comfortable queen size bed. As I lay in bed, I went over the events of the day and realized I actually liked being spanked. It hurt definitely, but it also gave me a high that I hadn’t felt in a long time. As much as that paddling hurt when it happened, I was rather enjoying the sensation of a well bruised butt.
Over the next few months, I became almost a celebrity at the club. I was the cute girl that could take a really hard spanking. My best paying customers wanted to spank a pristine butt though, so I had a take up to a week between hard spankings to allow the bruises to fade. During healing periods, I spent a lot of time in bondage being teased and tormented. I learned to take some fairly large butt plugs as well.

The customer that changed my life, however, was Jonah. I had seen him around with his wife, but they didn’t play a lot and when they did it was usually in a private room. When I met him, he told me he and his wife were looking for a diaper girl to play with. He offered me $500 to be their diaper girl for the evening. It seemed like easy money, so I agreed. They took me to a private room, where they pulled a few things out of a suitcase.

Jonah’s wife, Samantha, stripped me naked and then had me lie on the bed. Jonah lifted my legs straight up and placed a large disposable diaper under my ass. Then he pulled out a medium size butt plug and set it beside me. He greased up a finger and slipped it into my ass, fingering me for about thirty seconds. Once I was lubed, he placed the plug against my asshole and pressed it hard until it popped into place. My legs were dropped down and he sprinkled a liberal dose of baby powder all over my crotch before pulling the diaper up between my legs and fastening it tightly around my waist. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, I was actually enjoying this in some strange way.

With the diaper in place, I was stood up and Samantha pulled a very short little girl dress over my head. Once in place, it did nothing to hide the diaper I was wearing. In fact, it only barely covered the waistline of the diaper. A set of pink leather restraints were added next. They strapped around my chest, between my breasts and fastened tightly at my shoulder blades. A set of pink leather wrists restraints were then added and my hands were pulled behind my back and fastened to the straps around my chest.

After admiring their handiwork, they added a posture collar, which lifted my chin quite high and forced me to look down past my nose to see ahead of me. Then a pair of ankle cuffs with a twelve inch chain connecting them together. The finally piece of the outfit was a leash which was attached to the posture collar and used to lead me back out into the club.

It was a bit embarrassing to walk around here in a diaper like this, but everyone knew I was a paid submissive. Jonah and Samantha sat at their regular couch and I was forced to simply kneel at their feet. After about thirty minutes, the plug in my ass began to burn a bit and I asked if they might remove it. I didn’t expect them to agree, but was quite pleased when they did. Jonah simply reached down the back of the diaper and roughly removed it from my ass. He wrapped it in a towel and placed it into their nearby bag.

Unfortunately, the burning sensation didn’t stop and I quickly began to realize I desperately needed to poop. I struggled to hold it until play time was over, but when I realized that wasn’t going to happen, I asked for permission to use the bathroom. Jonah simply said “You’re wearing your bathroom” and then placed a ballgag into my mouth and strapped it tightly around my head.

They then stood up and led me by the leash to the front of the club where several people were having a conversation about subspace. Jonah spoke up and was talking about how you can get a sub to do almost anything if they’re in the correct headspace. When someone asked “Like what?”, he moved me into the middle of the group, looked me straight in the eye and demanded that I shit in my diaper. Under normal circumstances, I would not have done that, but I had spent the last thirty minutes desperately trying to hold it in and his order to relieve myself was all it took for me to lose control. In front of all these people, I quite loudly filled my diaper.

I expected them to be disgusted and possibly kick me out of the club, but every one of them seemed amused at my humiliation and asked Jonah how he managed. He told them that when he inserted the plug in my ass, he had also inserted a fast acting suppository. This caused a fair bit of desperation, which he exploited. When someone is desperate enough, they will fall into subspace without realizing it and with only a hint of direction, they will do things they normally wouldn’t do. His point was punctuated by another loud fart from me and a fresh load of poop to join the first. This earned a couple of giggles, which turned my face beet red.

As humiliated as I was, I was also incredibly turned on. He was accurate about the subspace comments, because at this point I would do anything he asked. I stood there in my mess for about an hour as they discussed multiple topics. I didn’t mind though, because I was so turned on I could think of nothing else. The conversation ended when thirty minutes to closing time was announced.

At this point, Samantha came to pull Jonah away and they led me back to their private room. The gag and collar were removed first. Then the restraints were removed. I was laid down on the bed and the diaper was removed. Samantha cleaned up with a handful of baby wipes and my clothes were returned. Jonah then paid me the agreed upon sum and we parted ways.

I saw them in the club several times over the next several weeks, but they never gave me more than a nod and a smile. This was very frustrating, because I really wanted to be their diaper girl again. I masturbated to the thought on a nightly basis even. As time went on, I began to wonder if I had disappointed them in some way.

After two months, the frustration had become too much and I decided to talk to them about it. When I approached them, they seemed quite pleasant and invited me to sit with them. I asked if they were disappointed in me and they insisted they weren’t, so I asked why they hadn’t talked to me since. Samantha spoke up and said they simply couldn’t afford it. They enjoyed coming to the club, but their finances rarely allowed them to do much beyond watch.

I felt quite foolish for making such assumptions and apologized to them. As I apologized, I saw an opportunity. I told them that I felt terrible for assuming the worst and offered to give them the night at no charge if they would have me. Samantha said it was very sweet, but that I didn’t need to give up a night of good money for them. And with that, my plan failed. There was no other choice than to tell them the truth.

It was very difficult, but I had to admit to them how much I enjoyed being their diaper girl the last time and wanted to do it again. The both perked up a bit and accepted my offer of being their diaper girl for the rest of the evening. Jonah took me by the hand and told me that I needed to be punished first for trying to manipulate them. My mind dipped a little into subspace at the thought of being punished for an actual misdeed.

Jonah grabbed my hand and led me a short distance to a pillory near a wall. He pushed my neck and wrists and into the correct holes and then closed the stock to lock me in. He moved around by my head to make sure I could see him unfasten and remove his belt. He squatted down to meet me face to face and informed me that what I did was the same as lying and I was going to receive fifty swats with the belt to teach me a lesson. He then moved around behind me and pulled my shorts and panties around my ankles. Then he lay fifty hard strokes of the belt across my ass.

After releasing me from the pillory, Jonah told me to follow Samantha while he went out to the car to get something. I reached down to pull up my shorts and panties, but he grabbed me by the back of my neck and told me that I wasn’t told to do that. As he left the building, I shuffled behind Samantha with my shorts and panties still around my ankles.

She led me to their private room where I was stripped naked. Samantha then grabbed a straitjacket out of a nearby bag and held it up for me to place my arms into it. She fastened all the straps except for the crotch straps. Just as she was tightening the straps, Jonah returned with a small hard suitcase. My world went black when Samantha placed a blindfold over my eyes and fastened it behind my head.

I felt their hands guide me down on the bed until I was lying on my back. I heard them moving stuff around and at one point heard one of them leave the room only to return a few minutes later. The anticipation was killing me and when I finally felt Jonah lift my legs into the air and place a diaper under my butt, I nearly had an orgasm. It was a different type of diaper this time though. It felt like I was lying down with a pillow under my ass and quickly realized it was a pile of cloth diapers.

The diaper was left open for a couple minutes until I felt Jonah once again raise my legs into the air. Then I felt Samantha stick a lubricated finger into my ass. She dipped it in and out several times and then went to two and three fingers. After about five minutes of fingering my butt, I felt something hard press against my ass. I remembered how last time they had used the suppositories before the butt plug and assumed the same thing was happening again. I was wrong.

After the hard intruder was placed into my ass, I heard a whooshing of sound and then felt the intruder expand inside of me. I tensed for a moment and then relaxed. I had to trust them. After several more pumps, the intruder seemed huge and I desperately felt like I needed to poop. I moaned a bit, which was met with a question from Samantha about whether I should be gagged or not. Jonah simply said not yet and they continued with what they were doing. There were no more inflations, but I could feel them doing something with the plug.

A few moments later, I figured it all out when I felt the hot water begin to flow into my ass. I freaked out for a second, but a reassuring rub on my head calmed me down. The water flowed for several minutes and I could myself cramping. When the water finally stopped flowing, I was crying. I felt them both move onto the bed on either side of me as they kissed my forehead and let me know that everything was going to be alright.

Once I calmed down, Samantha continued to caress me as Jonah moved down and deflated the plug. He held the plug in place to make sure I didn’t make a mess though. After a few more moments, he told me not to let it leak as he pulled out the plug. I knew I couldn’t hold it for long and apparently so did they. The stack of diapers was pulled up between my legs and pinned tightly into place. Then a large pair of plastic pants was pulled up my legs to cover the diaper.

Samantha removed the blindfold, as Jonah helped me to my feet. Once standing, I realized I couldn’t touch my legs together. The diaper was so thick, I was forced to waddle around. The straitjacket just made it worse. Jonah quickly fastened the crotch straps on the straitjacket and then they both led me out into the club. Rather than take me to their regular couch, they took me up on the stage and locked me into one of the standing cages. Then they both returned to the couch to watch.

I could see a lot of people in the crowd staring at me. Many of them giggling and pointing. It was beyond humiliating and I was in heaven. Within five minutes, my bowels failed me and I once again made an embarrassingly loud mess in my diaper. The diaper immediately began to sag and there was no way to hide what I had done from the crowd. Wave after wave of cramps hit me and I just filled the diaper more and more. It must’ve been a very large enema.

The straitjacket was making me sweat badly and the enema had sapped most of my energy. After about an hour in the cage, I was finding it hard to stand. Jonah noticed and brought me a baby bottle full of energy drink and fed it to me through the cage bars. It was yet another humiliating task, which delighted the people in the crowd and reignited the fire in my pussy.

After two hours in the cage, Jonah released me and led me back to the private room. If it wasn’t for the crotch straps on the straitjacket, I’m pretty sure the diaper would have fallen down to my ankles. Once we were back in the room, the straitjacket was removed and Samantha spent the next twenty minutes removing the filthy diaper and cleaning me up. Once clean, a regular butt plug was inserted into my ass and two thick disposable diapers were placed under my ass. My pubic area was covered in baby powder and the diapers once again fastened nice and tight. A simple t-shirt came next, which once again did nothing to cover the diapers. We then went back into the club and they sat at their regular spot and I knelt on the floor in front of them.

We had a long conversation about different things. When I told them I was homeless and worked here in order to pay for motel rooms, they began whispering to each other for several minutes. Samantha then asked if I would like to come stay with them for a while. My smile gave away my excitement at the idea, but I had to be polite and told them I wouldn’t want to put them out. I wasn’t even sure exactly what they were offering. Jonah simply stated that it wouldn’t put them out, because I would have to earn my keep. I would have to be submissive to them and do as I was told if I wished to stay with them. There would be house rules and I would be punished if I violated them. That was exactly what I was hoping to hear. I said yes.

At this point, Samantha noted that it was getting late and it was time to go home. I wasn’t sure if that meant me as well, because I still had to get my stuff from the motel. They led me back to the room where they packed up their stuff. My question was answered when Samantha folded up my clothes and placed them in her bag. As excited as I was at seeing this, I also realized I was wearing only a t-shirt and diaper. I asked about my clothes and Samantha said I wouldn’t be needing them anymore.

I hesitated when they tried to lead me out of the club with my diaper in full view. The last thing I wanted was to be arrested for indecent exposure or something. Jonah simply grabbed my wrist and admonished me for delaying them. Luckily their car was very close to the door and nobody was in the parking lot. Jonah strapped me into the back seat and then climbed into the driver seat himself. Samantha asked where my motel was and I gave them directions. When we got there, Jonah opened the back door and let me out. He had my motel key in his hand and unlocked the door.

We gathered up my belongings and put them in the car, then Jonah starting leading me to the motel office to turn in the key. Again, I hesitated. Jonah grabbed me by my cheeks and stared straight in my eyes as he told me that I had already earned a trip over his knee with the hairbrush for hesitating at the club and if I didn’t get my ass in gear, he would add the paddle. Walking into the office of the motel where I had been staying for the past several months and turning in my key while wearing a diaper was by far the most humiliating thing I had ever done. The guy behind the counter was very professional though and gave no indication that he even noticed anything.

Back in the car, we headed for my new home. On the way there, Samantha told me the house rules.

1. I will be diapered at all times and the bathroom is off limits unless I am cleaning it.
2. I am not allowed to ask for a diaper change. They will be changed when Jonah or Samantha feel it is necessary.
3. I will be responsible for all of the household cleaning and Samantha will teach me how to cook. However, being a cook by trade, she will still cook most meals.
4. I will do as I’m told, when I’m told or I will be punished.

She went on to explain that I would not always be publically humiliated as I was today. My diapers would only be exposed in situations that they deem appropriate and it is not my place to dispute their choices. That made me a feel a lot better and I began to relax a little more.

It took about 45 minutes to get to their house, which was in a very private farm like setting. Jonah parked in front of the house and then opened my door and let me out. He helped me grab my things and carry them into the house. In the house, Jonah opened a closet under the stairs and placed my belongings inside. He commented that I would not need them any time soon.

They then led me upstairs to a nursery that they had built. There was a large changing table, a crib and a closet full of clothing in one corner. The other side of the room looked more like a dungeon with paddles, sex toys and bondage equipment hanging on the wall. There was also a pillory, a spanking bench and a gynecologist’s chair.

Jonah lifted me up onto the changing table and untaped the double diapers I was wearing. Next, he pulled the plug from my ass and placed it in a nearby bowl for cleaning. I was then pulled off the table, naked, as Jonah led me to a nearby chair where he sat down and pulled me across his knee. Samantha handed him a hairbrush and he gave me five hard swats before explaining that this spanking was for hesitating at the club and the motel. Then he gave me another ten swats and paused to explain that I was not allowed to feel shame in public. If they want me to do something, I will do it. After another ten, very hard swats, I was bawling and he asked if I understood him. I tried to stop blubbering long enough to answer him, but it wasn’t fast enough. This time he went to work on my ass with the hairbrush until I was fighting to get off his lap and snot was hanging from my nose. Again he asked if I understood. I quickly yelled out “YES SIR!”. He seemed satisfied and helped me to my feet.

Samantha then took my hand and led me to the bathroom where she had just run a warm bath. She cleaned me all over and then dried me from head to toe. Back in the nursery, Jonah again lifted me onto the changing table where he rubbed lotion into my very sore ass and then covered my entire diaper area in baby powder before taping on a fresh disposable diaper. Samantha picked a pair of pink footed pajamas from the closet which they dressed me in. I was then given a baby bottle that had been sitting nearby to drink. It was filled with apple juice. Jonah carried me to the crib and closed the gate. I realized at this point that the crib gate was close enough to the ceiling, that I couldn’t get out of the crib without help.

Jonah and Samantha went through their own bags from the club. They cleaned the toys and put everything back in it’s place. By the time they were finished, the bottle was empty, so Samantha replaced it with a pacifier and they both said good night as they left the room. I was exhausted, but I was also quite turned on. I rubbed myself through the diaper until I had a violent orgasm, then drifted off to sleep.

When I awoke the next morning, I had the typical urge to pee. Knowing the rules, I struggled to let go of my inhibitions and wet the diaper, but it was proving to be harder than expected. It took about 30 minutes of trying to find a position that worked before I was able to pee into the diaper. It was absolutely orgasmic. I couldn’t believe how good it felt to be resigned to diapers for the foreseeable future and knowing that I would be expected to use them for everything.

It was another hour before Samantha came to let me out of the crib. I thought she might change my diaper, but she didn’t. She simply led me to the kitchen where breakfast was waiting. There was a large high chair at the end of the table. Samantha removed the tray and motioned for me to sit down. Once I was in the high chair, she reattached the tray and handed me a plate of pancakes, eggs and bacon. As well as a sippy cup of juice. I was very hungry, but it was a lot of food. I ate what I could, but left a bit on the plate. When Jonah noticed, he told me to eat every bite or I would be punished. As hard as it was, I finished everything on my plate.

After breakfast, I made the mistake of asking if my diaper was going to be changed now. I had figured since I didn’t ask them to change it, it wasn’t a rule violation. They disagreed. Jonah told me my punishment was going to be one hour on the time out stool. It didn’t sound so bad, but I was wrong. Jonah opened a nearby closet and pulled out a short stool with a large dildo sticking out of the top. It also had two restraints on the side of the seat. I was stood facing the corner as Jonah removed my pajamas, untaped the top tabs on my diaper and pulled it down just below my ass. At the same time, Samantha was placing a liberal dose of lubricant on the dildo. I was guided down until the tip of the dildo touched my ass. Jonah began pressing insistently down on my shoulders to force me down further and further onto the dildo. It spread my asshole open almost painfully, but he kept pressing me down. Within a minute, I was fully engorged by the large rubber phallus. It wasn’t really painful, just excrutiatingly annoying. My wrists were then locked into the side shackles, which prevented me from standing up.

After fifteen minutes, I began to whimper a bit, so Jonah placed a ballgag into my mouth and informed me that whimpering was the same as complaining, so now I would spend two hours in time out. I don’t know if excrutiating is really the right word to describe it. Imagine, if you will, feeling a desperate need to poop but being unable to. I guess I would liken it to how someone with really bad constipation might feel.

After the two hours were up, my wrists were unlocked and I was helped up. Feeling the dildo come out of my ass was actually an amazing feeling. As Jonah refastened my diaper, I realized the dildo had churned up my insides and I would need to mess real soon. I apologized for breaking the rules and Jonah gave me a big hug. He told me that once I learned the rules, the punishments wouldn’t be quite so frequent.

Samantha led me back to the nursery where my still soaking wet diaper was changed. Then she went to the closet and chose a sundress that was just long enough to cover my diaper. She pulled it over my head, then retrieved a pair of ankle socks and canvas shoes. Once she was satisfied with my outfit, she told me we had some shopping to do in town. It was a scary thought, but I had learned my lesson and knew better than to question her. My only solace was the fact that the dress really did seem to cover my diaper.

As I said before, their house was in the country and surrounded by farm land. That meant the trip to the grocery store took almost thirty minutes. I could feel the urge to poop building up the entire trip and I desperately hoped it would subside. It was a foolish hope, however, as I had a big breakfast and I have always been very regular about having my daily bowel movements shortly after waking up. Sitting in the car helped, but as soon as I got out of the car, a particularly intense cramp hit me and I filled the diaper quite loudly. Samantha gave me a sideways glance and then lifted the back of the dress and pulled out the waistband of my diaper to verify that I had just shit myself. She curled her nose and stated that she hadn’t brought any diapers with her, so I would just have to sit in it for a while.

We shopped for over an hour and she bought a cart full of food. Every time she needed something, she would point it out to me and I would fetch it. That wasn’t so bad, except for when the items she wanted were on the top or bottom shelf. Stretching up or bending over caused the dress to ride up and expose my filthy diaper to anyone that might be watching. When she noticed a cute guy staring at me in the soda aisle, she smiled at him and then told me to get a case of soda and put it on the bottom of the cart. I tried to maneuver myself so I could bend down without exposing my diaper to him, but she wouldn’t have that. She maneuvered herself to make sure he got a good view of my dirty and stained diaper. And if that wasn’t bad enough, when I bent over she swatted me on the ass and winked at him. He turned red and walked away.

After paying for the groceries, we loaded them into the trunk of the car. When I pushed the cart back to the cart return, Samantha pulled out a towel and laid across my seat. She said she didn’t want the seat to get messy if the diaper leaked. Sitting in a very messy diaper for the long trip back hadn’t even occurred to me. When I sat down, I felt the mess spread all over my diaper area, including up and around my vagina. It was both disgusting and amazing at the same time.

The trip home was quiet, so I was left to my own thoughts. Feeling myself squish around in the very messy diaper was disgusting and yet pleasurable, but the more I thought about it the more I realized the possible downsides. A woman’s vagina is very delicate and sitting in this type of mess for an extended period of time is bound to increase the chances of a yeast infection or worst. I wanted to ask Samantha about it, but was worried it might be considered a rule violation. Samantha, however, noticed my discomfort and asked if it was because of the diaper or if I had something on my mind. Risking another punishment, I told her what I was thinking. She assured me that the cream they used at diaper changes was very good at preventing such infections and I would be fine. That made me feel much better and I actually began to enjoy the sensation of the very messy diaper a bit more.

When we arrived home, I helped Samantha carry in the groceries and put them away. Jonah entered the kitchen while we were emptying bags and made a verbal note of the state of my diaper. “Smells like someone made quite the mess” and “Perhaps a thicker diaper next time you girls go shopping.” It was embarrassing to be the subject of such comments, but it just reinforced how horny I was at that moment.

Once the dishes were put away, Samantha lead Jonah and me to the living room. She stood behind Jonah and reached around to unfasten his jeans. They both stared at me while she pulled his pants and underwear down to his knees. I thought they were going to start fucking right there, but they had other ideas. Samantha stroked Jonah’s cock until it was hard and then told me to get on my knees in front of him. She ordered me to kiss the tip of his dick, which I did. Next, she said she was going to make lunch and that I should learn to properly thank my new Daddy. As she turned to walk back to the kitchen, she added that if I made him cum before lunch was ready I would have my diaper changed before eating. Otherwise, I would have to wait until bed time.

Jonah buried his cock in my mouth and I did my best to pleasure him. I really wanted to seem like I knew what I was doing, but this was literally the first cock I had ever sucked. I tried moving my tongue around the head and used my hands to cup his balls, but he didn’t seem that into it. After a few minutes, he suggested that I try to deep throat him. I don’t exactly have a big gag reflex, but trying to fit his larger than average cock down my throat was really kicking in the gag reflex. When I noticed his reaction every time I gagged, I realized that was part of the fun for him, so I kept doing it. At that point it only took a few minutes before she shot his load into my throat. It was a very weird sensation and I felt like I was choking, but I managed to swallow it and maintain my composure.

He took a moment to recover from the orgasm and then lead me to the nursery for a diaper change. The mess in my diaper was bad and spread all over, so he took me into the bathroom and stood me in the shower before fully removing the diaper. The filthy diaper was put into a plastic garbage bag and Jonah used the removable shower head to get me completely clean. When he cleaned my pussy with the massaging shower head I nearly had an orgasm. He used a soaped up luffa to clean every nook and cranny of my body before toweling me off and leading me back to the nursery. He placed two thick disposable diapers under my ass and then cut holes into the first diaper to allow it to drain into the second diaper. Both were taped up tightly. Jonah retrieved a simple sports bra from a nearby drawer and helped me into it. We then went back downstairs to the kitchen for lunch where I was once again put into the high chair to eat. Samantha seemed pleased that I was in a fresh diaper and placed my lunch on the tray in front of me. She had made club sandwiches and homemade chips that were absolutely delicious.

After lunch, Samantha dressed me in a t-shirt, overalls, long socks and brown boots. She dressed herself similarly, minus the diaper of course. Then we went outside where she showed me how to tend her garden. We pulled weeds, watered the vegetables and picked a few ripe tomatoes and peppers. It was hard work, but it felt like honest work. While we tended the garden, Jonah was busy in the barn feeding the chickens, pigs and their one horse. Samantha told me that I would eventually learn to help with every aspect of running a farm.

The following week was much of the same. I earned my fair share of punishments and was spanked at least once per day. I also spent another two hours on the time-out stool for cussing. Other than that, I worked hard most of the day. Farm chores in the morning, housework in the afternoon, followed by more farm chores in the early evening. After dinner, I had some free time to myself to use the computer or watch television. Even though I was basically their property, they treated me very well. As long as I followed the rules, I could be very comfortable here. The fact that I was constantly turned on just made it better.


A little over a week after I moved in with Jonah and Samantha I got the answer to a question that had burning in my mind. Why was their house already decked out for a diaper girl like me? Did they have another diaper girl living here at some point? Did they have one that visited on ocassion? Maybe they hosted parties? I didn’t know and I hadn’t worked up the courage to ask for fear the answer might upset them.

One morning, while waiting for one of them to let me out of the crib, I heard them walking down the hall toward the nursery. When the door opened, Samantha entered the room completely naked with Jonah following closely behind. Her eyes were cast downward in shame as Jonah lead her to the changing table and helped her up. As he placed two disposable diapers under her ass, he noticed me watching them. He explained that when Samantha had her period, she would share my role as submissive diaper girl. He made it clear that she was still in charge of me, but that she was required to follow all of the same rules during her week in diapers. He took his time rubbing lotion into her diaper region and used lots of powder before taping up the double thick diapers. Once secured in her diapers, he put her in a short denim skirt and a t-shirt appropriate for working outside.

Samantha was sent to the kitchen to make breakfast Jonah opened the crib and let me out. My diaper was soaking wet and quite messy. By this time I had learned to mess early, before I had a chance to earn a punishment, so my diaper would be changed immediately. I was dressed in an outfit that matched Samantha’s.

In the kitchen, Jonah made a verbal note that we needed a second high chair as he strapped me in. Samantha was still cooking, so he placed a sippy cup of apple juice on my tray and walked out the kitchen door to the barn. A minute later he returned with a second high chair very similar to the one I was sitting in. It turns out he has spent much of his time in the barn this last week building it. He sat it next to mine and when breakfast was ready, he strapped Samantha into the new high chair and gave us both our breakfast.

Samantha seemed a bit out of sorts as she ate her breakfast and I asked if she was alright, but she insisted she was fine. As she sat there, she began to look downright uneasy. I saw her glance at Jonah who just smiled at her and then suddenly she lifted her butt as high off the chair as she could while strapped down and released a long, loud stream of farts. I could hear the unmistakable sound of her filling the diaper as she struggled to lift her ass high enough to make room in the diaper. I was blown away by what just happened, but didn’t want to be punished by getting too nosy so I just finished my breakfast like a good girl.

When we finished eating, I helped Samantha do the dishes and then we headed outside for chores. When we were alone, I asked her what happened and she told me Jonah had given her a mini-enema when he diapered her. She told me I would learn all about those before too long, which almost seemed ominous.

Samantha continued by telling me that I needed to be on my best behavior this week, because any time either of us broke the rules we would both be punished. She made it quite clear that she really did not like to be spanked, so if I caused her to be punished she would return the favor tenfold when her period was over. She was very serious, but I don’t think she realized her statement had the opposite effect and turned me on something fierce. Even though I hate being spanked, I love the feeling after a good, hard spanking. The promise of it being returned tenfold just made me want to break the rules even more.

I didn’t want to break the rules in an obvious fashion that might make Samantha hate me, but I definitely needed to do something to get in trouble. I stayed on my best behavior for the first two days. Samantha and I shared the crib at night and neither of us got changed until we had both messed our diapers. That meant that Samantha spent almost the entire first day in a messy diaper, because I only mess once per day and had already been changed that morning. Seeing Samantha being miserable in that itchy mess made me feel sorry for her though, so I forced myself to mess again shortly after dinner. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to warrant a diaper change for both of us.

During Samantha’s third day in diapers, I had come up with a plan to earn a punishment that hopefully would not alienate me from her. While working in the barn, I intentionally closed one of the stall doors on my finger and yelled “OW! SHIT!” as if it were instinctual. Jonah and Samantha both came running and after making sure my finger was okay, Jonah told me he was very disappointed in my language. Then he turned to Samantha and told her that she was responsible for teaching me these lessons and we would both need to be punished.

Jonah lead us both into the house where he lined us up facing the kitchen sink, bent at the waist, with our butts jutting out. He placed a bar of soap in each of our mouths and ordered us to bite down and keep it there until he removed it. The top tape of our diapers was unfastened and they were pulled down to our knees. Once he was satisfied with our position, he pulled his belt from his waist and doubled it over before giving me ten strokes across the bottom of my ass. Then he shifted a bit and gave Samantha’s ass the same treatment. She was clearly having a hard time handling it and almost buckled after the fifth stroke.

I realized at this point that I shouldn’t have caused this. She really couldn’t handle being spanked. After her ten strokes, he returned to my ass for another twenty strokes. Samantha was blubbering around the soap when she realized how many strokes he had just given me. Again, he shifted his stance and gave Samantha another twenty strokes. She was really bawling at this point and the tears were streaming down her face to mix with the soap in her mouth to create a little waterfall of suds on her chin.

I thought she might pass out when Jonah once again shifted to continue the spanking on my ass. After another thirty five strokes, I realized what he was doing. He intended to double each set until one of us faltered. Glancing at Samantha out of the corner of my eye I could see she was terrified. I knew I had to save her from this, so on swat thirty eight I pulled my hands away from the sink and tried to cover my ass. Samantha clearly knew what was happening as well, because she visibly calmed when I broke position.

Jonah ordered me to stand in the corner to wait for my follow-up punishment, then turned his attention back to Samantha. He told her she was only going to get thirty eight more swats to match my punishment and as long as she maintained position she would not share my follow-up punishment. She managed to maintain her composure and her position for the final thirty eight strokes of the belt. When he was finished, he removed the soap from her mouth and allowed her to rinse her mouth under the sink as he rubbed lotion into her ass. After a few minutes her diaper was pulled back up and refastened and she sent back outside to finish her chores.

He pulled me out of the corner and lead me back to the sink. I was put back into position and told not to move. He left the kitchen, but returned a few minutes later. I saw the enema bag out of the corner of my eye, but couldn’t see what else he had with him. He stood at the sink next to me as he filled the large enema bag with hot water some sort of liquid from a jar. He hung the bag from a hook in the cabinet next to my head and then disappeared behind me. A moment later, I felt the unforgettable feeling of an enema nozzle pushing against me sphincter. He worked it in quickly and then inflated it until I squealed. Without delay, he released the clamp and I felt the solution draining quickly into my rectum.

By the time the bag was half empty, I was already feeling cramps and began to whimper a bit in hopes he might slow it down or something. Instead he just forced a gag into my mouth and fastened it tightly behind my head. When the bag was finally empty, I was almost double over from the waves of cramps. After giving me a couple minutes to settle down, Jonah deflated the nozzle and pulled it slowly from my ass. I couldn’t wait for him to pull up my diaper, so I could release this monster enema, but he had other plans. The nozzle was quickly replaced by a large butt plug that he wasted no time putting into place.

Next, he told me he needed to finish my spanking, since I had lost my composure the first time. He grabbed his belt off the counter and laid into my ass for another fifty swats or so. I tried to count, but the pressure in my colon prevented me from counting straight. After the spanking was finished, he pulled my diaper back up without removing the plug and fastened the diaper tight. The gag was removed from my mouth and I was sent back outside to help finish the chores. As I was walking out, he told me he would remove the plug when the chores were finished.

Back in the barn, Samantha asked me what my punishment was and I told her. She hugged me and thanked me for taking the punishment. She said she knew that I could take a much harder spanking than that and knew I had purposely moved me hands to save her from the same fate. I didn’t want to ruin her image of me by telling her I earned the punishment on purpose.

It took us about thirty minutes to finish the chores and I was desperately waiting for Jonah to remove the plug. Samantha told me the liquid he added to the enema was most likely glycerin, which causes cramps and an incredible desire to shit. That was exactly how I felt too. Jonah seemed pleased with chores, so he unfastened one of the top tapes on my diaper and reached inside to remove the plug. As soon as he refastened the diaper, it was like a geyser in there. I erupted repeatedly and loudly for several minutes. I must’ve looked like quite the sight near the barn, leaning against a fence, filling my diaper as I contorted into all sorts of unnatural stances. I was positive the diaper was going to leak, but the doubled up disposables did their job and contained the mess.

The rest of the day was uneventful other than the smell constantly emanating from my diaper. Samantha tried to mess herself to earn us both a diaper change before bed, but she couldn’t manage. We ended up curled up next to each other in the crib that night with the constant odor of my mess at our nostrils. By morning, I was quite itchy and worn out from the events of the previous day. Samantha had no problems filling her diaper in the morning, as her bowel movements are as clockwork as my own. Jonah gave us both a shower together to get us clean and then we started our day all over again.

~ Chapter Three Coming Soon ~

Letter: FemDom History

My name is Carol and I’m a dominant woman with a diapered sub hubby. I realize this is a bit outside of the scope of your site, as you specialize in diapered female subs, but I get a lot of great ideas from your site and just wanted to say thank you. I also noticed that you post the stories and histories of some of your members, so thought I would share mine. I understand if you don’t want to post it, since it’s more femdom than femsub.

Anyway, I met my husband Marshal about twenty years ago at college. He had always been a bit of a wuss, which I think is part of the reason I was attracted to him. For as long as I can remember I’ve had a bit of domineering streak and knowing that I could get him to do as I wanted was a huge turn on for me.

After about five years of marriage, I began to notice a distinct change in Marshal. I could still basically get him to do as I wanted, but he had become very lazy and distant. And every few weeks he would come home very late from work. I didn’t think he was man enough to cheat on me, but I knew something odd was going on.

I knew he had a secret stash of some type in the garage that he didn’t think I knew about. He was very meticulous about hiding it, but I had seen him in the process of fetching it from behind a pile of old boxes once when I had walked by the garage window. I always assumed it was just a box of porn, which I really didn’t care about. However, now I was curious if it was just porn or something worse.

Knowing he wouldn’t be home for at least a few hours, I dug the mysterious box out of the garage and opened it. There was porn in there alright, but not the type I expected. A pile of diaper fetish magazines, a half bag of adult diapers, a butt plug, leather paddle and several video tapes. I took the tapes into the house and popped the first one into the VCR. What I saw stunned me.

It was an hour long video of dominatrix and my husband. She diapered him, spanked him, pounded his ass with a strapon and just downright degraded him. And judging from the size of his erection, he loved every minute of it. The other videos were similar, but some had other variations. In one video, she gave him a huge enema with a huge nozzle and then locked him in a cage where he messed his diaper. Being the domineering type of woman that I was, I felt insulted. If this was the type of attention he wanted, he should have come to me.

Over the next few hours I went back and forth in my head about how to handle this. I thought about leaving him and I thought about confronting him. I finally decided that I was going to make it his choice. When he got home from work, I popped one of the videos into the VCR and hit play. His face turned beet red from embarrassment and I thought he was going to pass out for a moment. But, I simply looked him in the eye and told him how disappointed I was that he never told me about this part of himself and that he had a choice to make; he needed to tell me everything or he needed to leave. Then, I stormed off with the video still playing and went to my friend’s house.

When I returned home a few hours later, Marshal was sitting on the couch waiting for me. He cried as he told about his fetishes and apologized repeatedly for not telling me, because he was too afraid of what I would think.

After a very long chat, I asked him if that was the type of life he wanted. He told me that he had always wanted to be forced into diapers and punished for his bad deeds. And, we came to an understanding. From this day forward, he would be my diapered submissive husband. He had always been a bit submissive, but now my word was law.

His biggest fear, it turns out, was that he would chicken out of the lifestyle he had wanted for so long. So, we came up with a solution for that as well. Over the course of the next few weeks, I video taped him randomly and took a great deal of photos. The tapes and film were locked in a safe that we purchased and only I had the combination. If he ever chickened out or refused to obey me, he risked me sharing the videos and photos with his friends and family.

The rules were pretty simple. Marshal was diapered 24/7 and was not allowed to change his diapers without permission. I had no problems changing wet diapers, but it took a long time before I was okay with changing the messy ones. The only other rule was that he had to follow my orders at all times. He took over the majority of the housework and kept his job. Luckily he was self employed and could do most of his work from home.

We also had certain guidelines for privacy. I promised to never out him to his friends or family unless he refused to obey me. And any public humiliation would only take place at least 50 miles from home.

In the 15 or so years since we started this part of our lives, Marshal has never disobeyed me. He has, however, earned a great number of punishments. Most of the crimes fit the punishment(soap in the mouth for backtalk or cursing; spanking for unfinished chores; etc), but sometimes I like to mix it up with something special. This is why I love your site. You come up with the most devious punishments. 😉

Story: Incontinence Island

Levine Livingston was the Controller of Kimberly-Clark. He oversaw the company’s accounting and had spent many years working there. Today he would have his annual meeting with the CEO explaining the company’s financial performance over the previous year.

“Sales have fallen off a cliff. Sales of our incontinence products have steadily fallen over the past year as you can see from exhibit 1-A. The company must take immediate action to prevent a further decline in sales. We must stimulate demand for our products” Levine warned.

“Excuse me” interrupted the CEO. “Adult diapers aren’t something you can create demand for. Demand is based solely on need not want” he explained.

Exactly! We’ll create a need. I propose a test program. A program where participants will be paid to use our products. Eventually, they will become dependent on them and will be forced to purchase our products for the rest of their lives” Levine said calmly.

Bullshit! What the hell are you thinking? You think people are just going to volunteer for this sort of program and wear diapers for us!?” the CEO replied.

“Remember: They’re getting paid. Plus, we won’t tell them the specifics in the beginning. We’ll tell them they are going on a fully paid vacation to test out the company’s products for an entire month on our private island. The island is situated away from prying eyes and will allow our guests to test the products without outside influence. Furthermore, we’ll make them sign a waiver preventing the company from future liability. With proper execution I believe the plan will bolster our image and increase sales of our products” Levine asserted.

“Hmmm… Let me think about it. Our company image is on the line here. Any mistakes would be devastating to our brand and end up being a public relations nightmare” the CEO replied. He stood up and began to leave. However, he stopped just as he was about to leave the doorway.

“Let’s do it” the CEO said apparently having changed his mind.

“A great man once told me ‘Business is a game of risks and risk takers. Those who fail to take risks fail to do business’” the CEO claimed. The CEO stared Levine in the eyes and gave him a slight head nod before leaving the room.

The island was situated off the southern tip of Florida near the Bahamas. It was always warm and sunny. The island was formerly a nude beach before being purchased by Kimberly-Clark for employee vacations. On the north side of the island lie a large shack filled with a recent shipment of adult diapers. The supply of diapers would last years.

Martha was a young woman struggling to pay her way through college. She had a very innocent and childish aura about her. She was small and cute and looked more like a child than a grown woman. She needed extra money and was thrilled when she found out Kimberly-Clark was offering to pay her to have a vacation near the Bahamas.

“How bad could it be?” she thought. The vacation would be an opportunity to get away from the stresses of city life and college. She had nothing to lose and everything to gain.

However, nothing is free in life. She had one thing to lose: Her continence.

Martha packed her bags and headed to airport. She was eager to meet the other guests. A few of them were on the same plane.

“Are you also a Kimberly-Clark product tester?” Martha asked the young woman sitting next to her. “Ya, but I don’t know what to expect. What do you think we’ll be testing?” replied the woman. “I’m not sure. It can’t be too bad. I’m sure we’ll be testing out Kleenex or some kind of cleaning product” Martha speculated.

The girls continued their amicable conversation as the plane raced towards the island. It was getting close to 7 P.M. and the sun was getting low in the sky. The sky exuded vibrant hues of purple and red as the sun hovered lower and lower. The girls were getting very hungry. The plane ride had worn them down and all they wanted to do was have dinner and rest.

They made their way towards the testing center building in the center of the island. The building was very large – spanning a few football fields – and looked like an ordinary building from the outside. However, the inside was replete with flowers and fancy artwork. The interior was luxurious and well kept. The girls were impressed. They were only there for a few moments but already wanted to stay forever.

They saw a group of people in the adjacent room. “Welcome honored guests, please enter the vestibule and visit with your fellow guests. The concierge will explain everything” the woman at the front counter explained.

The women had talked for a few minutes with the other guests. There was a large double door leading into the dinner room on the other side of the room. Soon the large double door opened and inside stood a well-groomed man wearing a tuxedo.

“Greetings everyone! My name’s Mike Jorgenson and I’ll be your host tonight. I’m sure you’re all curious about the product testing. We’ll get to that later. First, let’s eat!” he told the ignorant guests.

Mike was actually a very sadistic person despite his friendly outward image. He lived off the pain and suffering of others. Like a vampire, he fed on the humiliation and discomfort of his victims. He also had a diaper fetish and loved it when women had “accidents” and experienced incontinence. The company knew he was the right man for the job.

The dinner room was filled with tables of decadent foods and rare wines. Little did the guests know, they would be needing those diapers soon. The food was laced with all sorts of laxatives and diuretics. The wine had been spiked with castor oil ensuring a painful and explosive mess. The tea contained traces of dandelion root which would cause their bladders to swell with urine.

Martha approached the dinner table. Her plate was filled with hors d’oeuvres and a glass of red wine. The atmosphere was calm and relaxing. Classical music play peacefully in the background. Martha had heard this piece somewhere before. She entertained herself by chatting with the other guests.

Slowly, the music became more lugubrious and ominous. The timing was perfect, for the drugs began to take hold of the guests. Martha’s bowels began to cringe as the castor oil slithered through her intestines melting everything in its path. Her bladder began to fill with pee like a yellow star ready to burst into a supernova.

“Excuse me!” Martha screamed. “Is there a restroom around here!?” she out in pain.

“Ya, I need to use the restroom to” stated another women. All the guests agreed and also asked for the restroom. Perhaps they had food poisoning they thought to themselves.

“I’m afraid not…” Mike replied calmly as he stood guarding the entrance to the dinner room. His eyes lit up as he watched the guests double over in pain. He knew the time was near and soon they would be babies: His little babies.

Martha put her hand on her crouch as her piss filled bladder ached. She tried hard to control herself. A small trickle escaped her little pussy and lubricated her panties. The small trickle turned into a gushing water fountain as the acidic yellow fluid saturated her jeans. Her cheeks grew beet red from humiliation. The yellow fluid glistened off the wooden floor.

“What!? How can there not be a restroom? Are you telling us there isn’t a toilet on this whole island!?” the guests cried out.

“Indeed… That’s why I wanted you to eat first. So you could test out our products properly,” he explained. Next to the doorway lie a cable which was connected to an alarm system which would summon the other employees. Mike pulled the cable.

The employees swarmed the dinner room. Each of them carrying packages of adult diapers. The guests were in too much pain to notice or care.

“Strip naked!” Mike ordered. They didn’t want to soil their clothes so they followed his instructions. The employees pinned down the guests and diapered them.

Martha’s stomach gurgled with vitriolic diarrhea. She took off her wet pants and lied on the wooden floor. Mike grabbed a diaper from one the employees and slid the diaper under Martha. She covered her face in embarrassment. She couldn’t believe she was being forced to wear diapers.

Mike couldn‘t help but get excited. “Be a good girl. Show daddy how you use your diaper” he said as he comforted the girl. She tried to scoot away from the domineering man. A wet fart spurted into her diaper as she tried to escape. “Owww!!! My stomach!!” she cried out. She clenched her butt cheeks tight and tried desperately to close her sphincter.

Another wet fart escaped her behind which burned and irritated her skin. Mike could smell what she was doing and knew her diapers would be filled within seconds.

Martha turned on her stomach. Her bowels erupted into her diaper like magma from a chocolate volcano. The caustic mush spread throughout the confines of her diaper coating her ass with chocolate frosting. She had been reduced from a grown woman into a stinky baby. She was now a little girl who just had her first poopy accident.

The other guests filled their diapers too. Indeed, the sounds of guests losing control was like a symphony of darkness to Mike’s ears. He enjoyed the magical sounds and smells which escaped their pampers. They were all failures in Mike’s eyes. However, he loved failure (especially women who failed to control themselves).

They had all been bad babies and deserved punishment!

Over the coming weeks and months the guests began to gradually lose bladder and bowel control. They became accustomed to using diapers and used them without thinking. Many had already begun wetting the bed every night as their bladders steadily shrunk from months of not holding anything in. The guests were happy with their new lifestyle and had forged enduring friendships with each other.

The company decided to treat the guests to a longer stay: A 50 year stay. Levine’s plan was to have the guests remain trapped on the island fully incontinent. He also wanted the guests to mate with each other and populate the island with even more incontinent people. They became fully brainwashed and were truly dependent on the company’s products. The adults would be allowed to leave the island and re-assimilate themselves into society after a few years. Word would then spread about the convenience of adult diapers. Diapers were safer and more hygienic than regular toilets the guests explained to outsiders.

The company’s sales skyrocketed. Diapers became mainstream and were no longer taboo. Levine Livingston went down in corporate history. Indeed, he had “changed diapers” forever.