My name is Zack and I’m a 24 year old straight guy that happens to be in a D/s relationship with another man. Sound odd? Well, it is, I guess. You see, I am attracted to women, but always feel very dominant with them. I dated a couple of AB/DL girls, but the submissive side of me is far stronger than the dominant side. They tried to switch for me, but I just couldn’t submit to them. My mind sees women as delicate and beautiful – not hard and unyielding.
About a year ago, my girlfriend and I went to a local gathering and met other dipsters. That is where I met Robert. He is a 46 year old gay dominant that was looking for a submissive boy. I got a little drunk and started acting the fool. To this day, I’m not sure what exactly I did, but he pulled my diaper down in front of everyone and spanked me over his lap. I remember being spanked and the delicious feeling of submission I felt though. He spanked me until I was crying and everyone seemed to be enjoying my plight. Afterwards, he hugged me for several minutes and then made me apologize for embarrassing everyone at the party.
At the end of the night, he put his number on my phone and told me to let him know how much the onesie cost to replace. Apparently he had ripped the snap crotch on my onesie when he was pulling my diaper down. I left thinking about the events of that night and confused about why I wanted him to dominate me more.
Emma, my girlfriend, sensed something and asked if I was bisexual. I thought about it, but had to come to the conclusion that I was not. I was not physically attracted to him and had no sexual desires that included other men, but I was very much drawn to being dominated by a strong person that could easily overpower me. Robert is 6’2″ and 190lbs, while I am 5’9″ and 145lbs.
At the insistence of Emma, I texted Robert a couple days later about the onesie. I didn’t really care about him replacing it, but I needed an excuse to contact him. He seemed happy to hear from me and told me he had already ordered a replacement and I should come pick it up and make sure it fit. He ended the text conversation with “Make sure you’re diapered, so we can check for a proper fit”.
I wasn’t sure if I should go, but Emma insisted that she knew I needed something she couldn’t provide. If he could offer what I needed, then I should take a chance. At that point it was settled and I decided to go to his house that evening wearing a Bambino Bianco and an Abri-let booster.
I was about 15 minutes late finding his house, as it was off the beaten path. It was close to the city, but still had a very large yard and was positioned a little off the street. When I rang the doorbell, it only took him a moment to answer the door and he invited me in. As soon as I entered, I saw a shoe rack, so I removed my shoes and placed them on the rack. He just stared at me for a moment and told me to keep going. I was confused for a second, but then he told me diaper boys aren’t allowed pants in the house. I almost argued, but there was something in his eyes that just made me do as I was told and I removed my baggy sweat pants, exposing my thick diaper.
After I folded my pants and put them with my shoes, he grabbed the waistband of my diaper with his left hand and used his right hand to cup my crotch, checking to see if I was wet. Then he turned me around and peeked down the back of my diaper to makes sure I hadn’t messed. It was humiliating, but arousing at the same time.
Then he told me I was late and would have to be punished for making him wait. It scared me a little, because I still had bruises on my ass from the party, but it was something I wanted to experience. I followed him through the house to his den where he pulled my diaper down to my knees and told me to bend over the desk. I watched over my shoulder as he pulled the belt from his jeans and folded it over.
He spanked me hard and fast until I was bawling and begging him to stop. Surprisingly, I didn’t once try to move away or block the belt. I just felt so submissive and knew that he could do whatever he wanted and I would accept it. When he finished, he calmly threaded the belt back through his pants and buckled it. Then he pulled my diaper back up and made sure it was tight before pulling me in for a hug. He held me tight until my crying subsided.
After that, he pulled out the new onesie he had bought to replace the one he ripped. He told me to remove my shirt and then pulled it over my head. As he snapped the crotch, he could feel my erection straining against the diaper and asked if I wanted Daddy to take care of that. I almost fainted from embarrassment when I said ‘yes please’. He just smiled at me and told me I would have to earn it.
I almost hyperventilated when he pulled his cock through the zipper of his jeans and pressed down on my shoulders until I was on my knees. He was already semi-erect as he guided his dick between my lips. I did my best to satisfy him, but I had no clue what I was doing and the idea of having sexual relations with a man was having an effect on my psyche. Luckily it didn’t take much for him and he pulled out and squirted jizz all over my face.
It took him a moment to recover, then he took my hand and led me to a room that was set up like a dungeon. He positioned me over a padded bench and cuffed my wrists and ankles to either side. The onesie was unsnapped and he removed the diaper. I watched as he pulled a medium sized butt plug from a drawer, along with anal lube, and then slid a latex glove over his hand. When he moved back behind me, I felt him pressing a finger into my ass and after another moment or two, he added a second. I moaned when I felt him rubbing my prostrate, but he stopped after just a few strokes.
He lubed up the plug and slowly inserted it into my ass. I thought I was going to split open at first, but he kept steady pressure until I slipped all the way in. I gasped loudly and groaned, but he ignored it. As soon as it was in, I felt him fiddling with the plug and then it started to vibrate. It was resting on my prostrate, so the vibration made me moan even louder.
My dick was rock hard and after a few minutes of intense pleasure, I looked down to see cum dribbling down. I later learned this is called milking, but at the time I just really wanted to orgasm. He let it vibrate for probably 15 minutes before turning it off. My cock was now limp, but I was still has aroused as before.
At that point, Robert moved around to the side of the bench and kneeled down to face me. He told me he was looking for a special boy and wanted to know if I was interested in being that boy. I didn’t know what he expected of me, so I told him I wasn’t sure. I was also very anxious and confused about my sexuality. I told him I was straight, but that I might still be interested. He told me he didn’t mind that I was straight, as long as I did as I was told and could learn to follow rules.
He went on to explain that he would keep me in diapers at all times and modesty was not something I would be allowed. He would control every aspect of my life and my only job was to please him in any way he required. Failure to do so would result in punishment. It seemed like a dream come true, but in my dreams it was a strong dominant woman – not a man. Despite my fears, I told him I was interested and he smiled at me.
He uncuffed me from the bench and took me to the bathroom to shower. I just stood there as he scrubbed me from head to toe. The butt plug was still in place the entire time. When he scrubbing around it, he mentioned that any time I was out of diapers I would be plugged.
After my shower, he took me back to the play room/dungeon and had me lay on a padded leather table. He put a molicare diaper under my butt with two abri-let boosters before applying a lot of powder. He didn’t fasten the diaper yet though. A CB3000 was pulled out of a drawer and he configured it to be the right size before locking up my cock. The key to the tiny padlock was hung from a chain around his neck.
Next, he pulled firmly on the plug until it popped out of my ass. I winced from the pain, but he just gave me a light swat on the ass. The diaper was pulled up tight and taped up. A pair of clear locking plastic panties was pulled over my diaper and it was also locked in place and the key joined the other around his neck. He pulled the new onesie over my head again and snapped the crotch closed before letting me off the table.
We curled up on the couch and discussed what all this meant and he told me he was very serious about taking me under his wing. I was worried about Emma and he told me he would talk to her. After making an agreement about where we were going with this new relationship, he drove me back home and we had a discussion with Emma. She was surprisingly okay with everything, because she had met a daddy that she wanted to explore a dynamic with, but hadn’t because of our relationship. That night I gathered up my personal belongings and moved in Robert.
I have been with Robert for almost a year now and couldn’t be happier. I have been diapered 24/7 since I met him, which took a bit of getting used to. I am basically a housewife, responsible for cooking, cleaning and satisfying my man. He enrolled me in massage school for the sole purpose of learning to give him proper massages. And I take cooking classes to increase my skills there. I am sent to every class thickly diapered, which was very difficult at first. The diapers are quite obvious, but my classmates all pretend not to notice.
I still consider myself straight. I am not physically or sexually attracted to Robert. My craving for humiliation and degradation are simply too strong to ignore though. As fucked up as it may sound, the idea of a straight man submitting to another man is just part of the humiliation for me.
I hope you’re able to publish my letter, but if not I understand. I still love your site and I often fap to the thought of being a daddy dom again. 😉