Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

Cam Damage and Vespa in full latex catsuits

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there really is a little evil part of me that loves it, when people don’t get over me. aww you’re still hung up on me after years of being apart? poor baby boy. i’m soo sorry that you feel like i’m irreplaceable and like you’ll never find anyone you can feel small and vulnerable and loved and at home with anymore. now, say. it. again.

Be honest with me, toy. Were you hunting around looking for the key to your chastity cage while you thought I was shopping? Yes, that's what I thought. Thank you for being honest, slave. That's three extra weeks for trying to unlock yourself without permission. What's that? Ahh, you think honesty should reduce that. One more week for thinking the most basic good behavior is worthy of a reward.

Lost game, lost freedom

I thought I was good at miniature golf, and in fact, at one point I had a lead over my girlfriend Josie. But her legs showing, and her feet in those flip-flops were very distracting, and she knew it, and we came to the final hole tied.

She reminded me - if I won, I would get my chastity cage unlocked for the whole weekend and would be free of having to follow her rules until Monday morning. If I lost - it was nudity for me all weekend, bondage and confinement.

She went first, and got her ball into the hole on her second stroke. I needed a hole-in-one or a two to tie. My first shot left me about a three-foot putt to tie.

Josie slid out of her flip flops and stood directly next to my ball as I moved to putt. Her feet were inches from my putter, and I trembled as I saw them, and felt her heat, and smelled her perfume.

"Don't choke," she said. "Your cock is counting on you."

I missed the putt. As it rolled around the lip of the cup and didn't fall, I blushed, and her feet remained where they were.

"Down," Josie commanded with a laugh. "Kiss my feet and admit you've lost. I've proven my superiority yet again, and that even if you'd won, you really didn't want to be free this weekend."

My heart fell. I really had wanted my cage removed - I hadn't come in several months. Defeated, I sank to my knees, hearing giggles from others on the course as I kissed my girlfriend's feet.

"I've lost," I said. "You've proven yourself superior to me again, and I really didn't want to be freed this weekend, Miss Josie. I am your slave and yours to command."

She laughed. "If you'd won, I would have just commanded you to surrender anyway. So you weren't going to be free. But this way is so much more satisfying. Oh, and for not admitting on your own that you should have surrendered anyway, you get another three months in chastity. You'll spend the whole weekend with your hands bound behind your back at all times. Let's go, slave boy."

You hated the nights she came home drunk. Especially when her friends were with her. It always ended up like this.

You laying on the floor with a disgustingly full diaper, helplessly waiting for her to change you. But all they want to do is dance—and laugh at you, of course. Your diapers are always so much more hilarious to them when they're drunk.

They'll get around to changing you, eventually. The change will be done as sloppily as you'd expect from two drunk girls. You'll undoubtedly wake up shivering in a cold puddle after your diaper leaks. But you'll just have to lay in it until she wakes up, which won't be anytime soon. Not with the hangover she's going to deal with.

That's just the life of a Diaper Boy.

Lauren Southern

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