Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

Hiding

Naturally, I knew the police were looking for me, so when I was walking down the street and saw the police car moving toward me, I put my head down and casually moved down an alley between shops. Once out of sight of the road, I ran down the alley, then ducked into an abandoned building, ran through it, then across a vacant lot, down some stairs to a culvert, through the culvert, then through an industrial area and hid in another abandoned building. I waited for the sun to go down, confident I had avoided capture.

Once it got dark outside, I came out of my hiding place, looked around, then moved down another alley and out the other side.

I halted.

“Now Ryan,” the female officer said to me, looking at me with the look of a disapproving mother, despite her youth. “You know I’m looking for you, and you know I have a warrant for your arrest. So why go to all that trouble to walk around, hide, and then wait, knowing I saw you and I’m going to catch you?”

My heart sank. Her tone was mockingly playful, but I also knew this officer from a previous arrest, and she would not tolerate nonsense. Leaning on her car so casually, I knew she was ready to pursue me if I ran. Instead, I sighed and my shoulders drooped.

“Very good boy,” she said. “I’m proud of you. Come on, let’s go.”

She stepped aside, and I put my hands on her car. The beautiful officer searched me, then pulled my hands behind my back, and I heard the click of the handcuffs, signaling to me I had just wasted my whole afternoon trying to avoid my own capture.

“You’re under arrest, honey,” she said, leading me to the rear door of the car. “Now, let’s get you comfortably tucked away in the car and off to jail where you belong, Ryan.”

Well, I always wanted a threesome

Can you imagine if you were as open about how pathetic you are irl as you are online

Your life would be over

Because it's not just a kink. This is who you are

Your Change of Plans

Your girlfriend wanted to be a Nanny for Littles for as long as you knew her. She’d been working towards her official certification for three years—the entirety of your relationship with her.

You remember how proud she was when she officially became a licensed Nanny. You took her out to her favorite restaurant, celebrating all night.

You never thought this would be her first job. That she would become your Nanny. But it was—and she did.

After you nearly flunked out of school your senior year in college, your parents decided adulthood was too great a responsibility for you. They simply could not trust you to stop partying for long enough to get your degree.

So, they enrolled you in the Little’s Program™️. Where you were stripped of more than just your adulthood. The program also stole your continence, ability to consume even a sip of alcohol without violently puking, and ability to digest anything but the unique formula patented by the program.

You were, in the eyes of the government—and everyone you knew—a Little. Trapped in diapers and living as a Little for no less than ten years, at which time your parents could try to raise you again…or make your Little status permanent.

You were excited to see her when you returned from your four-week stint at the Little’s Program. After weeks of being treated like a toddler, she was a sight for sore eyes. She’d treat you like an adult, you assured yourself.

“Hey baby,” she coos, looking down over the railing of your crib, “you look so cute, I could just eat you up!”

Something about the tone of her voice sent shivers down your spine. Not her, too. “Come on, babe, it’s me. You know I’m not a baby,” you pleaded.

“Could’ve fooled me, sweetie!” she says with sickening sweetness.

“Please,” you begged, “Stop talking to me like that.”

“Awww, I know it must be hard, honey. To go from my sexy, senior boyfriend to becoming my first charge as a Nanny!”

“You-what?!” you faltered.

“That’s right, baby! We get to stay together after all! It’s just you’re no longer my boyfriend. Obviously a Nanny can’t date the baby she cares for—that would be super inappropriate—but we can still be together all the time! I’m your live-in Nanny, baby!”

The silence after her words rang in your ears, the loudest silence you’ve ever heard. You were stunned, unable to comprehend your new reality.

“What’s wrong, baby?” she said, intentionally mistaking your silence for something else, “Are you having an oopsie-daisy in your diaper?”

She leans down and unsnaps the buttons on your onesies, feeling your diaper. “It doesn’t feel like it, honey. You’re not excited I’m your Nanny?”

It was all too much for you. It was unfair. Emotions swirled in your mind, overwhelming you. You cried. Cried like a baby. What else was there to do?

That was a year ago.

Your new life is as weird for you now as it was then. Having your now ex-girlfriend be your live-in Nanny was a special kind of torture. You still vividly remember all the wild, raucous nights you spent together before the Little’s Program.

She showed you the world of kinky sex and let you into her depraved, beautiful world of pleasure. You did things you’d never imagined doing with a girl. You remember all of it.

But your new reality couldn’t be farther removed from that life. Your new life was nothing more than endless diaper changes, naptimes, Little appropriate TV and movies, and early bedtimes.

Nothing she did even hinted that your past relationship ever existed. As far as she was concerned, you were even incapable of hearing the word sex, let alone doing anything like that.

Not that you could have sex anyway. The Little’s Program ensured that nobody would have any sexual arousal. You were incapable of not only getting hard but feeling any pleasure at all, even when she carefully, methodically wiped you down during diaper changes.

She never mentioned it—but you could tell she especially enjoyed your impotence during diaper changes. There was something about the way she smirked. It frustrated you to no end, having her wipe you down knowing you had no chance at doing anything more.

Especially on the nights she went out with her friends, leaving you at home wondering what she was doing—and who she was doing it with. It filled you with an overwhelming jealousy knowing your ex-girlfriend was out on the town while you were at home, filling your diapers in your crib.

She’d never given you details about what she did when she left, assuring you that “Babies shouldn’t worry about what the adults in their life are doing when they leave. Maybe one day—if you ever grow up—you can do those things, too. But until then, baby, you should enjoy having no responsibilities or worries.”

There were some similarities to your former relationship. She still kissed you goodnight before tucking you into your crib. Granted, it was a forehead kiss, but still! She’d also kiss and blow raspberries on your exposed tummy during diaper changes, never stopping until you squealed in delight.

And, as when you were dating, she picked out all your clothes for you to wear. Which wasn’t any different than it was for you now—as long as you didn’t see the clothes she put you in. Your t-shirts, jeans, and tank tops were replaced with onesies and overalls.

Although you did still wear t-shirts, though they were specifically designed not to cover your diaper and had things like “Mommy’s Lil’ Stinker” and “Caution: Big Loads!” written on them.

Other days, she settled on leaving you completely naked, aside from your diaper—diapers never came off until changing time.

One thing you hated to admit that you did enjoy was the tender, intimate moments you shared during “meals.” Sure, you missed solid foods, especially as you watched the adults eat the steak while you sat in your high chair.

But when she laid you on her lap, lovingly looking down on you as you drank from your bottle, everything felt right. Not even the frequent diaper checks—or when you messed your diaper on her lap—could stop you from enjoying the moment with her. You’d be asleep before she changed your diaper anyway.

It was the only time you felt connected with her like before. As your eyes grew heavy she stroked your hair with one hand and supported you with another hand on your diaper.

Last night was seemingly no different than any other night. You fell asleep on her lap as she sat on your crib, contentedly sucking on your bottle. Nothing out of the ordinary.

At least until the following morning. She came running into your room, excitedly trying to wake you up. “Wake up, baby!” she beamed, “I want to share the good news!”

You fight off the grogginess that always comes from sleeping as a Little. “Wh-what?”

She reaches down, stroking your hair, her smile stretching from ear to ear. “I was talking to your parents last night, and we came to an agreement that works for all of us,” she gushed, “Your parents asked me if I wanted to adopt you, and, well, I said YES!”

“A-adopt m-me?” you ask incredulously.

“Yes, baby! We already submitted the paperwork online! Isn’t that great?! You’ll be my Little!”

“B-but doesn’t that mean my 10-year time restarts? I thought I’d get to grow up after! I wanted to be with you!”

Her smile never fades, “You will be with me, baby! Always and forever! Since I’m adopting you I can choose whether to renew the 10-years or keep you as a Little permanently. And I thought how much more I love you like this, so you’re my new, permanent Little!”

The word permanent rattled in your head, like an echo that somehow grows in strength rather than fading. “B-but I don’t want to be a Little forever! I wanted to be with you as an adult!”

For the first time, her smile fades for a split second. She looks at you, smiling.

“I know, honey, but I don’t think that’s a good idea. I’ve…met someone. Someone loving and mature, someone I can depend on. And, well, we’re engaged!” she says exaltedly, showing you the ring you somehow missed before.

You don’t know what to think. The one thing that kept you going was the hope that you’d be with her again one day, once you grew up again and regained your adulthood. But now, even if you did, she wouldn’t be with you. She wouldn’t wait for you.

The realization surprisingly calmed you. It was like a heavy weight suddenly lifted off your chest. You were free from your fruitless pursuit of her. You’d never be with her again, even if you did grow up. And yet, everything made sense now.

This was how it was supposed to be. You’d still be with her, just as her Little. You think back to the constant diaper changes, the tickle fights, the love in her eyes as you drift off to sleep every night. You were happy.

You no longer needed—or even wanted—to grow up. You wanted to be her Little. You feel your arms and legs wiggle in happiness, proof of your acceptance.

She smiles down at you, tears in her eyes. “Someone’s a happy baby, aren’t they!” she coos, “Are you excited to be Mommy’s Little?”

You were finally happy.

An introvert walks into a bar (Part 1)

So as the title says, I never went out much. Tried dating a few times but my awkward ass never had much success. So one a day where I felt kinda shitty I decided a needed a drink.

So I went to the closest bar I knew in my old town. I was there pretty early and it wasn't too busy. I sighed a little and took a seat at the bar.

The female bartender quickly noticed my arrival and walked over before I even got comfortable.

"Hi there." She greeted as she approached me. I froze for a moment when I locked eyes with her. She looked super cute and had an amazing smile.

I felt myself get hot and probably didn't say anything for a little bit too long.

"What can I get you?" She asked, with that gorgeous smile. She seemed frowned a bit as she looked at me.

"uhm.. just a beer, please." I responded.

She nodded. "Allright, be right back." She said and walked away. I took a deep breath and slowly breathed out. I grabbed my phone to distract myself. I was awkward enough and didn't want to be seen as a creep.

As I glanced I saw her having a brief chat with someone else as they looked at me. I turned back and start browsing my usual nonsense for entertainment.

She placed the point in front of me. "There you go."

I glanced up at her. "Thank you." I said before I noticed she was now staring at me.

"Uhm..." I wanted to ask what she was doing but, like usual, I said nothing.

"Are you Nathan?" She asked me. How did she know my name?

"Yes?"

She suddenly smiled so brightly, setting my heart ablaze.

"It's me, Natalia!" She exclaimed, now I was the one frowning as I booted up the upstairs search engine. It took me a me few seconds, most of the old school memories weren't best one, but with a bit of effort it clicked.

"Dyer?" I added cautiously, she was probably the only girl I got along with in those days. She nodded and smiled brightly.

"Holy shit." I said, sitting back. "You look amazing." I blurted out before realizing it.

She smirked and took a good look at me. "I could say the same about you. You got alot bigger and stronger by the looks of it. You look great."

I smiled and blushed a little. Other than family I hadn't really gotten any compliments on my looks. I quickly took a large gulp from my beer.

"Nathan, I gotta get back to. My shift ends in an about an hour. I'd love to catch up with you."

She gave me a look even my dense brain could figure out. I was quite happy to meet her again regardless. As old memories started to resurface I started to recall us two dorks got along pretty well.

"Yeah. I'd love too." I replied.

"Awesome, first beer is on me." She replied, winking at me before she left me to get back to her other customers.

After her shift, she took me from my comfy seat and took me out to another bar. We talked for a good damn long time, I surprised myself with how easy conversation happened with her. After while the conversation seemed to slow. I started to feel like my awkward self.

She noticed and quickly took me away from the table and decided I was learning how to play pool. I got nervous as she started casually touching me all the time. I haven't any action recently so my body was getting a bit exited so to say.

Natalia didn't seem to notice and kept explaining how to position my hand and such. Every little touch did something for me, especially since she was so close me. She smelled so good, every little touch felt so nice. My heart was starting to beat a little bit faster.

After making my first shot, her words of praise was enough to sent another shiver down my spine. Then it froze when I felt her hand on my ass.

"C'mon, you can shoot again." She said, keeping her hand in place.

"Oh.. right." I replied nervously, her hand caressed me every so lightly, my cock was getting harder and harder inside my jeans. I did my best to focus but I obviously missed.

"Awww.. too bad." She teased me a little before taking the cue from me.

She took and smiled. "Allright, lets make this game more fun. If I win you go with to my place." She declared.

"Uh.. ah.. ok? And if I win?" I asked. She chuckled and started her play. Within minutes she'd cleared the table and was about to go for the eight-ball. She looked up at me with an almost possessive smirk and easily took the win.

She straightened up and had a big, hungry, smile on her face. It made my already hard dick, throb even harder. I blushed as from her face I think she noticed my body's excitement.

"That's the win for me. Are you going to honor the challenge?" She asked me. Part of me was to crawl back into the safety of my home. But I would have never forgiven myself if I let her slip through my hands.

"Yeah. I do." I replied, trying to sound confident.

She bit her lip, even my dense brain could see she wanted me.

"Good boy." She said a lower tone that, low-key, drove me wild. She put the cue back in its place and turned back to me.

"Let's go then." She said, holding out her hand. I smiled and took it and followed her to her home.

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