Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

..disobedience

Someone asked for a random boot picture. Here is a random boot picture.

This caption was inspired by @sissybabysparkles-blog. Great idea!

It was supposed to be a regular night. You being tucked in bed by your babysitter at 7:30. You know, the usual.

But here you were, being changed by someone you’ve never even met in the middle of a party. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Your babysitter decided to take advantage of the open house. What choice did you have but to go along with it? Nobody ever listened to you. Nobody cared what you had to say. The only thing that mattered was the state of your diaper.

Her friends could not get enough of you. They’d never met a diaper boy in real life. They couldn’t believe someone your age actually lived life without any trace of adulthood. Spending all his time in diapers. No chance at any sexual freedom.

You’d think they’d want to spend their night drinking and partying. And they did, of course. But you were the center of attention. Your diaper was checked way more than necessary. You got more diaper pats than ever before.

You were paraded around in so many outfits before they settled on what they called the “Tommy Pickles” look. They watched too much Rugrats growing up apparently.

It was hard enough to have your babysitter around. She was beautiful and loved teasing you, especially during diaper changes. You always went to bed filled with insatiable arousal.

But this—this was worse. You were surrounded by beautiful girls. Being touched, teased, and titillated. You’d never felt more infantilized. And you live an infantile life.

Then it happened. Your babysitter finally decided it was time to change your diaper, much to the girls’ delight. Her friend begged her to “change the diaper boy!”

So here you were. Mid diaper change surrounded by a group of beautiful girls laughing at you. Laughing at your “little guy” hidden under your diaper. Up way past your bedtime.

This was not how the night was supposed to go.

It was supposed to be a regular night. You being tucked in bed by your babysitter at 7:30. You know, the usual.

But here you were, being changed by someone you’ve never even met in the middle of a party. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Your babysitter decided to take advantage of the open house. What choice did you have but to go along with it? Nobody ever listened to you. Nobody cared what you had to say. The only thing that mattered was the state of your diaper.

Her friends could not get enough of you. They’d never met a diaper boy in real life. They couldn’t believe someone your age actually lived life without any trace of adulthood. Spending all his time in diapers. No chance at any sexual freedom.

You’d think they’d want to spend their night drinking and partying. And they did, of course. But you were the center of attention. Your diaper was checked way more than necessary. You got more diaper pats than ever before.

You were paraded around in so many outfits before they settled on what they called the “Tommy Pickles” look. They watched too much Rugrats growing up apparently.

It was hard enough to have your babysitter around. She was beautiful and loved teasing you, especially during diaper changes. You always went to bed filled with insatiable arousal.

But this—this was worse. You were surrounded by beautiful girls. Being touched, teased, and titillated. You’d never felt more infantilized. And you live an infantile life.

Then it happened. Your babysitter finally decided it was time to change your diaper, much to the girls’ delight. Her friend begged her to “change the diaper boy!”

So here you were. Mid diaper change surrounded by a group of beautiful girls laughing at you. Laughing at your “little guy” hidden under your diaper. Up way past your bedtime.

This was not how the night was supposed to go.

@love-missl

Domme teaching her friend how to dom and using you as the training doll