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You hate how she treats you like a toddler in your own home. That you bought.
Ever since you became incontinent itâs been like this. She doesnât make you wear printed diapers. You donât sleep in a crib. She doesnât shove a pacifier in your mouth when you're fussy.
But you still get treated like a toddler anyway. She just doesnât even acknowledge that youâre an adult anymore. She listens to you like youâre a toddler rambling about rainbow-colored snowflakes even when youâre trying to discuss the mortgage payment.
All you hear is âthatâs great, sweetieâ in that dismissive tone. Sheâll help you with basic tasks like tying your shoe like you donât know how to do it yourself.
You can be in the middle of a business meeting when she will come in to your office to check your diaper. If itâs wet, you have to excuse yourself while she changes your diaper. You donât have any say anymore.
When her friends come over they treat you like youâre a kid who came to the party because your babysitter canceled at the last minute. They put the tv on for you and expect you to not âinterrupt the adults.â The only time youâre acknowledged is when your diaper is changed.
You donât understand how you can be treated like this. Youâre an adult, one who built his own company and bought for this house. How can they not see that? How can they treat you like a child?
But as you toddle into the kitchen, you see the last remaining proof that she knows youâre an adult. Sheâs not cooking you breakfast in a bikini for just any reason. No, she knows you still crave her.
But she wonât acknowledge that sheâs cooking breakfast in a bikini. She wonât acknowledge your desire. Sheâll act like thereâs nothing special happening. Nothing will be said about it.
She is happy letting the situation speak for itself as you sit down for breakfast with her. You, in your swollen morning diaper, ready for a change. And her, in her bikini. Eating breakfast like itâs the most normal thing in the world.
It so weird having him follow us everywhere. I know but it is just too funny. And thankfully there is nothing he can do about it. The ball shocker chastity device keeps him at 10 to 20 feet distance at all times. If he comes too close he will get zapped. If he strolls off too far he will get zapped as well. He has to stay in the sweet zone at all times. But, he is actually pretty lucky. At least he can watch us make out all the time. Isn't that right, chasty?
Sydney Sweeny
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