Because Your Only Scope Is To Entertain Her

Cruel Summer

“You’re cuter than I expected, diaper girl. I figured you must be, well, not this, to let your boyfriend—I mean, Daddy—turn you into some sniveling, whiny sexless baby!”

This felt nothing like your fantasies. You shudder in utter humiliation.

“Awww, too embarrassed to talk like a big girl? Or is it just hard to talk with your paci in, little one? Don’t worry, you look adorable in your diaper! I’m sure your diapers are worth losing everything!”

Coming up with a response—any response—to her proved to be impossible. All you could do is look down in shame, covering your beet-red face, sucking violently on your pacifier.

“You know, your Daddy asked if I wanted to be your Mommy! Can you believe it? Like I’d actually want to be responsible for some brat's oversized diapers! He said you even poop in them! Do you know how ridiculous and pathetic you are?”

“No, I’ll never be your Mommy. I just want to fuck your Daddy. Unlike you, I’d never be this,” she sneers, waving her hand at you, “pathetic. Like, you actually let your Daddy dress you like that and went outside in that? What kind of woman lets that happen to her?”

“You know what, don’t answer that, diaper girl. No woman would ever let that happen to her. But you’re not a woman, are you? No, you’re far, far too cute to be a woman. You’re just some oversized toddler, aren’t you?”

You continue to stare at the ground.

“No, no, no. I asked you a question, little one. Answer it.”

“Y-yeth,” you moaned, barely audible.

“What was that? I could barely hear you,” she growled.

“Yeth, ma’am, I-I’m n-not an a-a-adult,” you whimpered through your paci.

To your surprise, she shivered. “Oh my gosh, that was so hot to hear! Is that why your Daddy enjoys this? Does he get off on how pathetic you are?”

You look away, “I-I d-don’t know, m-ma’am…”

“Ugh, this is a rush!” she thundered, “you know what, turn around, I want to check that diaper of yours, baby.”

Before you can react, she’s kneeling down, two fingers jutting into your diaper. “You’re soaked! And this diaper is ridiculously thick; do you actually wear these all day? Ugh, why am I so turned on by how pathetic you are?”

“Hey, you two!” Daddy sang, coming outside, “looks like you’re becoming fast friends! How’s her diaper doing, babe?”

“It’s soaked! How does she pee that much?”

“You’d be surprised! My little pamper packer is an expert in filling her diapers! So good, she decided to go pro and do it full-time!” Daddy beamed.

“I can tell! And, babe, I’ve decided…I want to be her Mommy! This is so hot!”

Daddy’s face lights up in joy. “Did you hear that, Princess! You got a Mommy! I told you she’d love you!”

“Babe, let’s go…celebrate. Can she come and watch? I want us all to be together…as a family!”

“Of course,” Daddy says, embracing her in a deep, passionate kiss.

You watch them kiss, red-faced and more humiliated than you’ve ever been in your life. You know you’ll never experience anything like that again.

You have your stuffies now—when Daddy permits it. You shudder, wondering if Daddy will make you do your humpies in front of her, too.

You’re being dragged off by Daddy before you can dwell on it, Daddy and—ugh, your Mommy, now—giggling and touching each other the entire way to the bedroom.

Daddy plants you next to the bed, your diaper squishing loudly as you hit the floor. “Stay there, Princess. But absolutely no big girl fun, okay? Maybe you can make humpies for us after, though!”

Sydney Sweeny

Control and Capitulation

Yes, Darling… That’s right. Keep thrusting for me. Maybe the orgasm that you so crave is just around the corner. Maybe you will be able to bring yourself to the brink and find that glorious release you are aching for. 

Such a pity my hypnotic bonds around your wrists have reduced you to merely being able to grind your engorged and aching cock. My strong bonds around your mind that you simply are bound in this position with only one means of stimulation. 

Feel yourself dropping deeper and deeper with each thrust, each clench, each whimper of frustration. Because as you mindlessly grind, you further embed my control deeper into your beautiful, susceptible mind. 

Feel my control supplant your own thoughts. Because each thrust, each moment, each moan you take my control, my thoughts, my words as your truth. 

That’s right… Keep thrusting, my Beloved. You’re doing so well for me. So perfect in your surrender. So easy to allow my voice to envelop you in care, and arousal. There is no greater pleasure that the release of control. No greater pleasure than to let go and to be led.

Deeper and Deeper now. Deeper into my voice. Deeper into submission. Deeper and Deeper into my thoughts, my words, my guidance.

Because, you have been listening to my voice paint pictures in your empty mind now for hours. And I have no intention of stopping until your subjugation to my voice is final; your surrender complete, your sole purpose to fulfill my wishes. 

In trance or awake, my voice compels you. Awake or asleep, my gentle control seeps into your very core of existence. Awake or asleep, you follow my instructions without hesitation, without filter, without thought. 

And when you follow my instructions, you please me. And when you please me, you become aroused. And when you become aroused, you become compelled to obey more, follow fully, surrender more deeply. Because you know how much you please me… and pleasing me, pleases you. And so the cycle continues. 

So, Yes, Darling… Keep grinding. Keep thrusting. Keep obeying. Because maybe… Just maybe you will reach that point of surrender for me that you will find yourself on the brink. And maybe I will release the hypnotic bond on your orgasm and you will find yourself in the bliss where my control and your capitulation become one in the same. 

Batgirl by Kath Lobo