The Crying Sessions

Any group of 3 ladies wanna kidnap me?

One of my biggest fetishes has always been uniforms. When I was young, it was primarily focused on maid uniforms. I love everything about maid uniforms whether it's me wearing one or someone else.

I think one of my biggest fantasies would be serving someone who works a service level job. Those kinds of jobs are very difficult and draining, and they don't always pay well.

The idea of my Goddess coming home after a long day of work, tired, feet arching, and knowing she has a sub waiting to take some of that pressure off would make me happy.

Like, she just spent her whole day waiting on the needs and desires of others, but now she's home. The place where she is truly treated like a queen.

I could massage her feet, run her a bath, wait on her needs and help her to relax. As a service sub, the idea of that just fills me with joy and happiness.

The uniform would just make it better because seeing a beautiful girl in a plain looking uniform is literally one of the hottest images.

Idk why, but nurse scrubs, an old fashioned waitress outfit, or a vintage style or hotel style maid uniform is more arousing to me than a bikini. Lol my brain is broken.

It'd be even hotter if, knowing how much uniforms drive me wild, I was denied from seeing her in it except on rare occasions or if I beg well enough to make her happy. Everyone in the world gets to see her in uniform, except me.

But just to be clear, I'd need a strong bond with a goddess to have something like this fantasy. I'm not just gonna be going out and trying to submit to anyone in uniform.

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.

Nico Greetham in American Horror Stories (2022)