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!”
MARKED
Nov 19th, 2024
My Bitch woke up tied up on my bed with a leather hood and blindfolded. His wrists are tied up together so are his ankles. A chain hangs between his legs, about 1 foot of chain.
Is this a good intro? I hope it is, because that’s the only part he seems to remember.
I told you, the vanilla life was just for a few days. Last night I invited him for a dinner I cooked, I prepared. One to remember…or maybe not! It was a well-watered meal, we drank wine, ate a succulent buttery filet mignon with baked potatoes, with a delicious starter and an incredible desert. But for a strange reason, my Bitch was staggering up to my room? He was almost sleeping before he got to bed. Of course, I had to undress him completely, he didn’t help much, he was too tired he said, hmm! He slept like a baby, he seemed very comfortable and happy.
When I woke up this morning, he was still sleeping, as if someone would have slip something in his drink! I wonder….
Well, I don’t know about you ladies, but with my Bitch, even when sleeping, if I play with his nipples and penis, I can make him hard. And when he’s hard, I can play with him, I mean, really enjoy myself. The funny thing is that the poor thing will only remember a little of it! 😈 So yes, I raped him, hard and deep and ohhh that was good fun. When I came for the first time, I slap his Slutty face hard, that woke him up and thats what he remember. After I screamed my pleasure, I rolled him over, strapped myself with my dildo cock and raped his sorry ass. I scratched his back in the process. Somehow, that also woke him up. I fucked him for a while then I stoped, turned him on his back again and sat on his hooded face. Yes, when I did that, he was not able to see me, he probably didn’t hear me cum because I plugged his ear, he couldn’t ear me well, and he was tied up. I sat on his face, with only his mouth being available, I made it clear it’s his tongue I needed and I came a second time. I then fucked his mouth with the strapon and had him lick it clean.
Once I was done with him, I went to take a shower and left him there. I dressed up very sexy, with my boots on, so he could hear the click on the floor, wore my best perfume, the one that drives him nuts, didn’t say a word to him. I then solidly gaged him and went down for breakfast. Made some bacon, because I know it’s the only food smell that can go up to my room. I know he will smell it.
I went back up to the room, looked at him for a second and said « alright, it’s almost time ». I removed his hood, and the blindfold and the plugs in his ears. He saw me, he smelled me, I could see stars in his eyes. He couldn’t speak but I know what he would have said. I put his hood back on, his blindfold over it. Did you pay attention? The gag is on, by putting the hood after that means, I won’t be able to remove the gag without removing the hood, that means I don’t want to hear him talk, only moan. Then I put the blindfold over the mask, so I can remove it whenever I want. I then attached a leash to his permanent collar and pulled on it, pulling him up and directing him to walk next to me like a good fucking little pet. He wasn’t secure. He knew we were getting close to the stairs, I felt him hesitating at the top of the steps, feeling it with his hands. I held the leash up, so he couldn’t continue securing himself and I went down the stairs slowly but securely. He had no choice but to trust me, it took us a while going downstairs because it was his first time doing it while blindfolded but he did it. « Good boy ».
I took him to the living room. I made him sit on his ass, like a good puppy and wait. I sat on a chair next to him doing nothing but wait. I pet his head a little until a heard the door bell ring. I told him to stay put, removed the blindfold and I went to the door. Standing at the door, was two boys, in their late twenties. They said, we’re here to clean your house ma’am. Yes perfect, I was waiting for you guys. I’ll sit in the corner here with my Bitch while you do your thing.
Ladies, you probably have a service like this back home, two guys, male strippers, offers to clean your house in a sexy way. Those two guys are super sexy, a hard on, little slippers, and super well built. My Bitch blindfold was off, so he could see them too. One of the guy, looked at me and said: « wow, your hot maam, it’s gonna be a pleasure cleaning your house, if I may say so ». Thank you, it’s very kind of you. My Bitch puppy was not happy I could easily tell, I even hear him groan but I couldn’t care less at this moment. He was moving a lot, but staying in place. So for about two hours, those two well oiled man, cleaned my house, while doing suggestive pose, and complimenting me on my look. I know they wanted to know who that slave was, but I always refused to answer, always answering he’s just a Bitch.
When they left, I don’t know if the house was clean, but I asked them to close the door on their way out, I opened my legs and pulled on the leash so my Bitch could come and lick me clean and that made me cum for the third time today. Then, all I said was: « I can’t wait to see them again next week! I’m very pleased you said you didn’t want to do the chores anymore, thank you! » Unfortunately for my slave, his mouth was gag, he couldn’t reply, but he groaned. As a matter of fact, he groaned a few times while this was happening. I reminded him that groaning was not acceptable.
I brought him up to my room. In the room, I have a small walking closet. There’s a carpet on the floor, so I brought him there, tied the leash to the wall, removed the gag and closed the door and left him there in the dark among my clothes, because his clothes, well I sold many of them, and what’s left of his, are not in this closet. As I left the room, I told him I had a few pair of boots that needed to be cleaned, licked clean of course.
As I’m writing these words, my Bitch is upstairs, licking my boots clean and probably being very angry at himself. He’s angry because it’s only his fault if he’s in that situation, if he had to watch these two guys cleaning my house. And, what I think was one of his most humiliating moment, was to lick me clean and make me cum from watching them. I mean, I love ❤️ humiliating my slave. You should know this by now. But I’ll have to be honest with you. What made me cum for the third time was not directly because I watch these two guys dancing and cleaning my house, no, it’s knowing my slave was humiliated next to me and I was controlling his mind. That is what was getting me wet. I’ve been playing in his mind for the last few days but this is the masterpiece of my plan. But don’t worry, I have other masterpiece plan for him, I’m not done, this is just the beginning.
Let me know what you think of his real life training, not in the comment but by messaging me. I still answer everyone male sub and female domme.
Thank you for reading me, be safe y’all!
Mistress Jill
At an elegant restaurant, nestled beneath the table, the snow-speckled leather of her high-heeled boots faced you, alongside the polished pair of another man’s boots. The trace of grit on her heels and the remnants of snow were all you needed to know.
You didn’t need her command. As her devoted cuck, you leaned forward, your purpose clear: to lick their boots clean, humbly and without hesitation, while they ignore you while they kiss
She was glad you relented and let her stay the night. I mean, you didn’t actually tell her she could. Her panty gag made sure of it.
And as for actually sleeping with her….well you didn’t get that far. But the floor was comfortable enough for you, although the naked hogtie wasn’t.
Anyway, she’s awake bright and early….dressed for business. So what’s for breakfast?
Eggs, bacon and strapon sucking.
I want the kinda physical presence that radiates “She will definitely kick my ass if i say something stupid and that itself gets me kinda hot”
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