Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

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.

Thank you!

Heyy honey! Look whos here! How you doing? And see what I got here! Shaky shaky

chuckle Am I good at teasing you? The nurses gave me these. They say its good for us if I come to visit you from time to time and tease you with the keys to this cell. It should helps us bond and cement me being the only one that can either release you or just keeping you here for as long as I wish. Well, not that you dont know that, since we both signed all those contracts and willpowers of course but they pointed out how much visual stimuli is important to keep that connection going. So, shaky shaky. I got the keys! I got the keys!

Oh no, now the big boy's angry! Yes, scream inside your gag. Pull on your restraints. Let it all out. Its so funny, you look like a codfish being catched. Wow, I never seen you so angry and sad at the same time. Good for you to permanently hugging yourself due to that new straightjacket. At least someone does, since you are all alone and isolated. Being stored away from society.

And I can see those nurses never even bothered to remove that chastity cage you had on when we committed you in their care. Still all locked up with my cute pink-hearted lock, huh? I bet when you are all bored and sad, sitting in your own misery you look down on your cage and think of me, right? I think so, because it has my name engraved on it and its the only thing in your cell with a bright colour. They didnt even asked me for the key for that thing. Haha, they just dont care I guess.

This place is amazing! Thank god your perversions made you opt-in for the indefinite treatment plan. I get to enjoy your wealth in peace while you can live out your sick fantasies in here. Perfect!

By the way, I just told the headnurse that I choose to prolong your stay for another year. Oh, dont look so shocked, I sold that MB 300 to pay for the costs of living. And its for the better, that car only occupied space in the garage thats now free for Angelo to use. Yea, in case you wonder, its that Angelo. My fitness instructor I told you not to worry about? Well, oops. He kinda moved in a few months ago and we have a great time ever since.

And here we got the screams and fighting again. Oh, and are those tears? Thats a new one. Seriously, thats why I gave all those nurses a big bonus from the money I got from selling that stupid car. Lets be real, paying for a lousy cell, straps to keep you in place, some elctricity and the grudgy slime they feed you twice a day isnt that much of an expense. But paying the nurses dealing with your emotional antics and irrational outburst definetly is.

Well, anyway. I got to get going, Angelo's waiting outside, we are on our way to the airport for a three week vacation in Rome. Gotta be fantastic. Expect me back in a month or so. Mwuah. Oh yea.. and. Shaky. Shaky! I got the keys! I got the keys!