Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

OMG I can just imagine the violent struggle that would take place next as the frenzied cries of protest fell on deaf ears !

What a Girl Wants

Your best friend smiles sweetly at you as you waddle to her, grateful the music is loud enough to drown out the crinkling of your diaper.

Your loaded diaper.

You wonder if she saw you squatting down behind the bar, filling your diaper. You had been so careful finding a secluded space to do your business.

It wasn’t easy—the bar was busy as ever for a Saturday afternoon. But you’d even managed to slip away from Daddy! Surely nobody saw you!

Yet, as you approached Jen, you weren’t so sure.

Does she know?

“Hey, cutie!” Jen said happily over the Kesha song in the background, “You hear the song? This used to be our jam!”

It had been your jam, back in college. When you two were inseparable. All those memories came flooding back.

Those were the days.

Back when you wore bikinis, drank cheap vodka, and closed bars together. Back when you used to compete to see who could get the most numbers from boys, laughing at their desperate, pathetic attempts to hook up with you.

People say it’s time to grow up after you graduate college. Jen did—but not you.

“Sweetie?” Jen asked, “Earth to Emmy?”

You snapped out of your reverie—back to reality and your messy diaper.

“What? Oh, yeah!” you answered, “Gosh, this song reminds me of Spring Break! I miss it!”

Jen smiled again. You tried to hide your jealousy. Jen looked so beautiful in her bikini—and there you were, hoping to hide your bulging, messy diaper.

She takes a breath. “Emmy…come here,” she says seriously, “What’s going on? You’re hiding something…”

You take a tentative step forward. “A-am not!” you say too quickly, sounding more like a toddler than adult.

Jen laughs. “Oh? You’re not, are you? Then I see no reason why you’d be nervous for me to check that diaper of yours.”

“Jen!” you shriek, looking around nervously to see if anyone heard, “No!”

“I’m not gonna ask again, Emmy. Turn around. Now.”

Red-faced and near tears, you obey your best friend. You stand in front of her and move to turn around so she could check your diaper.

Before you do, Jen puts both hands on your shoulders, a stern, yet maternal look on her face.

“Honey, I’m not trying to embarrass you, okay? Your Daddy asked me to keep an eye on you. And that’s what I’m doing. Don’t think I didn’t see you at the bar. Were you making pushies?”

You summon all your strength to not cry. You can’t believe your best friend in the world now treats no differently than a toddler. And ask you—in public—if you made “pushies.”

“Y-yes, Jan,” you sigh.

“Thank you for being honest, honey,” Jen says turning you around, “I need to see if you’re about to have a blowout, though.”

Your face burns as you feel Jen lifting the back of your skirt with one hand, prodding at it with the other. It’s too much. You cover your face, unwilling to see if your infantile display has an audience.

“Looks like you’re fine for now, Emmy,” Jen said, playfully tapping your diaper, “But we should find your Daddy before you stink up the bar!”

“O-okay….,” you whisper, still covering your face.

“Oh, stop being so embarrassed, Emmy. This what you wanted!”

“I-I…I didn’t want…this!” you squeal, losing the battle against your tears.

“Emmy, come on. You asked Brad—I mean your Daddy—to wear diapers! You loved being his little princess! What changed?”

“Everything,” you thought to yourself.

Jen wasn’t wrong about that. But it wasn’t supposed to end like this. You didn’t mean to go this far.

“Everyone just treats me like a big baby now!” you scream, tears flowing down your cheeks, diaper swaying as you stomp your feet.

“Do you hear yourself, Emmy?” Jen said softly, “You’re throwing a tantrum at a bar in a poopy diaper while everyone watches! And you expect us to treat you any different?”

“Not a tantrum! I don’t want to wear diapers!”

Jen sighed, genuine sadness in her eyes. “Sweetie. Your diapers aren’t for fun anymore. You need them. You did this to yourself! What did you expect?”

“But! But!” you continue to sob, “Not a ba—mpgh.”

A pacifier is placed in your mouth, silencing you.

“Sounds like someone needs a nap,” Daddy says, “Sorry, Jen. I should’ve known she was due for a tantrum.”

Jen laughs, “I think she needs a new diaper first, Brad. Poor thing loaded her diaper a few minutes ago.”

Daddy lifts your skirt before you can react. Your diaper is unceremoniously checked for the second time in minutes.

“Pee-yew, Peanut!” Daddy says, “We better clean that tush, pronto!”

Jen stops Daddy. “I don’t know about the men’s room, but the women’s bathroom has a dedicated changing pad. It’ll be tight, but Emmy can fit. I don’t mind changing her!”

“Are you sure, Jen?” Daddy asks skeptically, “That diaper is full of her poopy!”

“Really, Brad, it’s no big deal! She’s my best friend! We’ve been friend since we were in diapers! I guess some things never change, huh Emmy?”

You’re startled back into focus. “I..ummm….”

“Here’s her diaper bag. Be generous with the cream, something tells me this won’t be her last stinky today.”

Jen grabs your diaper bag from Daddy, reaching her hand out for you. “Grab my hand, cutie. Don’t want you getting lost with a poopy diaper!”

You sheepishly take her hand, ignoring the laughing of the crowd.

“Don’t mind them, Emmy,” Jen coos, “They just think you’re adorable with your diaper dropping below your skirt. You’re still as popular as you were in college!”

one of the hottest things ive ever seen was the look of absolute need on a guy’s face when i stopped fingering him for literally just a moment. he made this sorta whiny noise along with a total pouty face when i stopped. I didnt really mean to edge or tease,honestly my hand was tired. Initially i mistook his pleasure for pain due to the whiny noise, but when i looked up to check, thats when i saw what was really happening. He began to move his hips to fuck himself on my fingers, eyes scrunched shut in concentration. His mouth was open and he actually moved to grab himself. He was gone enough not to even laugh at the fact my hand was tired or say much of anything actually. The two second little action of him lifting to fuck himself on my fingers, forgetting about me to chase his own pleasure, his cock twitching cutely in my other hand, dripping down to his stomach will probably be burned into my memory forever. I ruined the moment by giggling, i couldnt help it he was so cute and squirmy and he pouted when i did, now embarrassed and stopping himself. I didnt let him rest for long though, i felt bad to ruin such a perfect thing, so i took his cock into my mouth and he seemed confused whether he wanted more of my mouth or my fingers. He settled with letting me take charge with a satisfied little gasp.

Once he opened the picture app and started it recording the video his Mistress required that he tell every woman he met who was wearing boots that he was locked in chastity and required by his Mistress to offer to fulfill any single wish the woman had.

It was surprising how many women were no offended by this and what their wishes were.

Release day is usually once a month, sometimes more sometimes less depending on how well behaved you are.

Usually this is the most exciting day of the month for you as Goddess will let you worship her feet. She'll push a vibrator against your cage, and if you've been a good beta she might let you hump her feet, socks, or a pillow. If you've been a bad beta, she'll just let you cum to the vibrator without ever taking the cage off.

However, this month she had accidentally scheduled a date at the same time as your release date. Obviously, real men always take priority over betas even if you've two have been married for years.

You've been a good beta though so she didn't want to leave you without some release. She figured a quick glimpse of her cleavage would be enough to have your beta juice flowing quickly. However, not even she could predict how the mix of chastity and full cloth denial turned you into the ultimate pathetic pre-jack.

Just the thought of seeing her cleavage after years of denial had you coming in your pants, and now she knows that there's no going back. How embarrassing is that loser? Real men cum on tits, but you cum at the idea of them. This is why you remain locked up while she dates real men.

Thirsty bitch! Come drink direct from my mommy's mouth slaves

I’m glad we could do this, sweetie! I know it must be awkward for you that I’m the one your Daddy is sleeping with now, and not you, so I just wanted to get to know you a bit better! How are your chicken nuggies?

Good, I’m glad you like them! How’s your diaper, by the way? Your Daddy told me to keep tabs on them, but I’m not used to dealing with a grown woman in diapers! I can’t believe you actually wear them!

Awww, he did say you’d be shy whenever I mentioned them! It’s okay, no need to be shy! I’ll be changing your stinkies for him when he’s not around anyway! I think it’s so cute you’re not allowed and need real adults to do it!

I’m sure you could, sweetie. But your Daddy said it’s up to me to change you! So you really haven’t been with your Daddy for a year? Like you’re okay with just not getting any from him?

Really? Well, he did say you love your little diaper humpies! I can’t believe a grown woman would let herself be put in diapers, changed by the woman who’s having sex with her Daddy, and be satisfied like that!

If you say so, sweetie! Either way, I’m gonna take you to the bathroom behind me and change that diaper as soon as we’re finished! Then we’re gonna head home so I can put you down for a nap so I can have some fun with your Daddy! Seeing you all humiliated is getting me going!