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Dec 16, 2008 7:56 pm
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As I write I find myself sitting at my computer in nothing but a diaper. The house is calm and quiet with only the sound of my typing and the crinkle of my Attends when I shift in my chair. My mind wanders...
In my thoughts I hear movement and the rustle of plastic. A soft voice says "Daddy..." very sweetly and I turn. I see a lovely sight...a sweet girl in a t0shirt and thick adult disposable diaper has her hands clasped in frony of her. I see the tell tale bunching at the front of her diaper and see that it has even begun to leak a bit.
"Daddy" she says again with an almost plaintive look on her face. I raise my finger to my lips andgive her a gentle "shh" before I beckon her forward. My fingers brush the diaper and feel the warm fullness of the wetness inside. "Mmmm" i murmur. "Someone needs a change./" She nods and I take her hand.
I lead her to the bedroom and lay her on the soft bed's comforter. I caress the diaper again and she moans softly in pleasure. I smile and continue my hand's movement...pressing the warm wet padding against her sex...knowing her wetness is increasing as her breathing grows louder along with her moans and sighs of "Ohhhh Daddyyyy" My excitement grows as well. I use the wet diaper to tease her slit. She squirms and gasps louder and faster. I know she's close to the edge. Her excitement spurs me on and I unfasten one side of the wet mass and in seconds my own pants are gone and I am inside her hard and deep. As I push into her cunt she gasps and cums...her wetness overflowing and I know she'll have me filling her gripping slick pussy very soon.
My mind sees all of this as I sit here...my diaper tight and bulging in front with my arousal.
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Playful diaper bondage...
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Oct 6, 2008 1:32 pm
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Diapers and bondage are two things I love and go very well together. There are times when it's more "serious" than others though and even a sadistic streak can have a lighter side.
For example after dinner and a beer or two I took a former partner of mine to our room and diapered her for bed as I usually did. Then however I smiled and said "Daddy's going to have some fun." She giggled albeit nervously and I bound her spread eagle to the bed. I knew her bladder was full and that bmade me smile more as I got out something a little different to torment her...a feather duster.
Mandy was extremely ticklish, she had made the mistake of telling me this...hehe...so I started slowly at her feet. She gasped and laughed and squirmed but I continued. Slowl bursts of tickling at feet, sides and under her arms as she grew more red-faced and laughed...begging harder for me to cease and knowing I would not... For anbout 20 minutes I teased as she panted and squealed then I gave an all out assault. Over and over again I tickled her and she begged for mercy then there was a gasp and OI saw her diaper had filled to leaking and was spreading over the sheets...I stopped and she flushed a deep red in embarassment and arousal. I took off her now soaked diaper and dried off the wet spots before kissing her deeply...untying her and rediapering her...with a good spanking for wetting the sheets, of course! 
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Over Daddy's knee...
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Jul 7, 2008 2:59 pm
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As any Daddy worth his paddle knows part of the duty and pleasure of the role is discipline. Molding your subbie to your desires or punishing her for misdeeds is both an important task and a delicious pleasure...
Amanda was a submissive who responded very well to humiliation most of the time anjd even the threat of said humiliation could cause a squeal and hurried apology. However sometimes Daddy had to resort to more immediate, physical, and ass-reddening techniques.
I'm not entirely certain what led her to the mood she was in this particular day. She was wearing her diaper and t-shirt as required but there was mischief in her soul and I think she felt the need to push some limits. She had been plucking at her diaper off and on and asked me a number of times "Daddy, may this little one wear big girl panties now"? At first I simply smiled and said "No." but she persisted. I told her she was Daddy's girl and was expected to do as Dady told her. She pouted but did stop picking at the tapes on her Molicare for a while. A while later as I was half dozing after lunch she asked to be wxcused and I said yes. However, she didn't make clear why she was leaving the room and I was too sleepy to push the matter. When I heard the toilet flush I started wide awake.
The rule was when diapered no toilet usage without asking permission to do so. No exceptions. I walked quickly into the bathroom as she was refastening the tapes. She saw the look on my face and flushed a deep red and her eyes widened. I ponted to the bedroom and simply uttered the word "now".
She looked as though she wanted to protest but instead scurried past me and I followed. I had a large oak rocking chair in my room and I sat down motioning her to stand before me hands behind her back. I ripped off the diaper and ordered her to lay across my lap and over my knee. "Ohhhhhh!" she half gasped and half shuddered but did so...her frame shaking like a leaf in a breeze. I placed my hand against her bottom and she jumped a bit but stayed put. "What is the rule" I asked and swatted her ass firmly. "Mmmph!" she said "to ask!". Ask what? I said and swatted the other cheek. "Ask to use rthe potty!" I swatted her again twice and said "How do you address me?" and my voice rose to a growl. "Daddy! Daddy!" she said twice very hurriedly.
The swats fell against her ass over and over...I saw my hands in red against her cheeks and felt the heat on her skin. Each time she yelped as a blow fell. "Will you show Daddy such disrespect again?" I asked and swatted...feeling the heat from between her legs as well as her ass and she said in a trembling voice, "No Daddy, never again Daddy" and I stopped satisfied that punishment had been administered. I told her to fetch the skin lotion with aloe and had her lay face down on the bed so i could rub it into her still hot and red skin she gasped at the cold lotion but sighed as it soothed her ache a bit. I re-diapered her and held her close to me telling her Daddy only punished her to teach her how to be a good girl and she nodded and whispered.."I know...thank you Daddy."
She was quite the good girl for some time thereafter.
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Over Daddy's knee...
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Jul 7, 2008 2:58 pm
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As any Daddy worth his paddle knows part of the duty and pleasure of the role is discipline. Molding your subbie to your desires or punishing her for misdeeds is both an important task and a delicious pleasure...
Amanda was a submissive who responded very well to humiliation most of the time anjd even the threat of said humiliation could cause a squeal and hurried apology. However sometimes Daddy had to resort to more immediate, physical, and ass-reddening techniques.
I'm not entirely certain what led her to the mood she was in this particular day. She was wearing her diaper and t-shirt as required but there was mischief in her soul and I think she felt the need to push some limits. She had been plucking at her diaper off and on and asked me a number of times "Daddy, may this little one wear big girl panties now"? At first I simply smiled and said "No." but she persisted. I told her she was Daddy's girl and was expected to do as Dady told her. She pouted but did stop picking at the tapes on her Molicare for a while. A while later as I was half dozing after lunch she asked to be wxcused and I said yes. However, she didn't make clear why she was leaving the room and I was too sleepy to push the matter. When I heard the toilet flush I started wide awake.
The rule was when diapered no toilet usage without asking permission to do so. No exceptions. I walked quickly into the bathroom as she was refastening the tapes. She saw the look on my face and flushed a deep red and her eyes widened. I ponted to the bedroom and simply uttered the word "now".
She looked as though she wanted to protest but instead scurried past me and I followed. I had a large oak rocking chair in my room and I sat down motioning her to stand before me hands behind her back. I ripped off the diaper and ordered her to lay across my lap and over my knee. "Ohhhhhh!" she half gasped and half shuddered but did so...her frame shaking like a leaf in a breeze. I placed my hand against her bottom and she jumped a bit but stayed put. "What is the rule" I asked and swatted her ass firmly. "Mmmph!" she said "to ask!". Ask what? I said and swatted the other cheek. "Ask to use rthe potty!" I swatted her again twice and said "How do you address me?" and my voice rose to a growl. "Daddy! Daddy!" she said twice very hurriedly.
The swats fell against her ass over and over...I saw my hands in red against her cheeks and felt the heat on her skin. Each time she yelped as a blow fell. "Will you show Daddy such disrespect again?" I asked and swatted...feeling the heat from between her legs as well as her ass and she said in a trembling voice, "No Daddy, never again Daddy" and I stopped satisfied that punishment had been administered. I told her to fetch the skin lotion with aloe and had her lay face down on the bed so i could rub it into her still hot and red skin she gasped at the cold lotion but sighed as it soothed her ache a bit. I re-diapered her and held her close to me telling her Daddy only punished her to teach her how to be a good girl and she nodded and whispered.."I know...thank you Daddy."
She was quite the good girl for some time thereafter.
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Helping start a fetish.
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Jun 11, 2008 7:09 am
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Talking with a one-time submissive partner and current friend recently the topic turned back to our previous playtimes and how she felt about the scenes we shared. I was curious about her feelings and how my specific desire for using diapers as part of our play had affected her, if at all. I was quite surprised by what she had to say!
I broached the subject one evening over coffee and she blushed a little bit but untucked her shirt and showed me the elastic waistband of the diaper she was wearing. I sputtered a bit in surprise because even though I wear them often I had no idea that SHE still did! And before you ask, she said blushing again, its far from dry.
I regained my slight loss of composure and wiped the coffee from my goatee and asked when she started wearing diapers herself and she laughed and said Well, its your fault, but I never stopped after you made me start! I asked her to explain a bit more and she did.
She told me, at first, she was utterly humiliated by wearing and wetting them. However humiliation was something she craved as a submissive both verbally and physically. As she became more aroused from the humiliation she sort of associated diapers as a tool to arouse her. She developed the diaper fetish from this association. She found herself starting to browse the aisle at the drugstores for adult diapers and finally bought a bag. She told me the embarrassment from that act alone led her to rush home and masturbate furiously before she ever even put one on! As she began wearing and wetting them she found not only arousal but a sense of comfort from having them on. She said she could not explain but I told her I knew what she meant. Sometimes diapers are a sexual desire and others they are something that relaxes me and makes me feel
comfortable. They just feel like thay belong on my body. If you arent someone who wears them the closest thing I can relate it to is transvestism. Men who feel comfortable and relaxed and right in womens clothing. This may be an improper analogy and if so I apologize but its as close as I can get.
At any rate, she said she slept in them most nights and wore them several days a week and actually thanked me for introducing her to them. She then smiled and said she was soaked and asked if Id change her, I grinned and gladly did so before our evening came to a crinkly end.
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A softer side of Daddy
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Jun 3, 2008 7:25 pm
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I know that much of my previous writing has been more about using diapers as punishment and/or humiliation, and that certainly has its place but I also have a gentler Daddy side that I enjoy as well.
Dating an AB girl is a very unique experience and it's one that any Daddy treasures greatly. Amanda (who I've written about previously" is an Adult Baby. The two of us experienced a lot in our time together and I'm a better person for it.
Many times we wanted to stay in for rthe evening as Daddy and "little one". An evening of this sort would usually start with her saying something like "Daddy, can we snuggle tonight"?
When she said these magic words I knew she needed time with Daddy so after work I'd take her to the bedroom and slowly strip away her grown up clothing to just panties as I drew her a bath. Bubbles were usually mandatory as well.... "Mr. Bubble Daddy!"! she would squeal and Daddy would indulge her. I adored soaping her up and washing her smooth skin clean as she sighed and cooed at the attention. "Mmm Daddy, that's so good"> she would murmur. I'd hum softly to her. After her body was soaped her hair would get the No More Tears Shampoo rubbed in and I'd rinse her hair and body clean.
After bath time a warm fluffy towel was my tool to dry her body. Back to the bedroom we would go and onto the bed she went, giggling. I grabbed the baby lotion and rubbed it into her soft flesh and she'd smile and wriggle a bit. Then a thick dry diaper would slide under her bottom, I would powder her thighs and bottom and gently massage it in along with approving sighs of appreciation. Then the diaper was taped in place and one of her many Disney t-shirts slipped over her torso.
After she was securely diapered and dressed to Daddy's satisfaction spooning on the sofa with her diapered bottom pressed against me and my hand gently resting on the front of that diaper to occasionally check it's state of wetness, we'd watch TV, a movie, or maybe even Blue's Clues...her favorite.
These are times that this Daddy misses and still smiles about when I remember them.
Just like now...
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A softer side of Daddy
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Jun 3, 2008 7:16 pm
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I know that much of my previous writing has been more about using diapers as punishment and/or humiliation, and that certainly has its place but I also have a gentler Daddy side that I enjoy as well.
Dating an AB girl is a very unique experience and it's one that any Daddy treasures greatly. Amanda (who I've written about previously" is an Adult Baby. The two of us experienced a lot in our time together and I'm a better person for it.
Many times we wanted to stay in for rthe evening as Daddy and "little one". An evening of this sort would usually start with her saying something like "Daddy, can we snuggle tonight"?
When she said these magic words I knew she needed time with Daddy so after work I'd take her to the bedroom and slowly strip away her grown up clothing to just panties as I drew her a bath. Bubbles were usually mandatory as well.... "Mr. Bubble Daddy!"! she would squeal and Daddy would indulge her. I adored soaping her up and washing her smooth skin clean as she sighed and cooed at the attention. "Mmm Daddy, that's so good"> she would murmur. I'd hum softly to her. After her body was soaped her hair would get the No More Tears Shampoo rubbed in and I'd rinse her hair and body clean.
After bath time a warm fluffy towel was my tool to dry her body. Back to the bedroom we would go and onto the bed she went, giggling. I grabbed the baby lotion and rubbed it into her soft flesh and she'd smile and wriggle a bit. Then a thick dry diaper would slide under her bottom, I would powder her thighs and bottom and gently massage it in along with approving sighs of appreciation. Then the diaper was taped in place and one of her many Disney t-shirts slipped over her torso.
After she was securely diapered and dressed to Daddy's satisfaction spooning on the sofa with her diapered bottom pressed against me and my hand gently resting on the front of that diaper to occasionally check it's state of wetness, we'd watch TV, a movie, or maybe even Blue's Clues...her favorite.
These are times that this Daddy misses and still smiles about when I remember them.
Just like now...
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Public diaper humiliation and a satisfied sadistic Daddy
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May 24, 2008 8:20 am
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The first woman I got to explore my diaper domination with was a special lady and in spite of the fact that we ended our relationship for reasons unrelated to our sex-life I will always be grateful to her for helping me learn more about my Dom side.
We had used diapers in our BDSM scenes for a while with much success and knowing that she craved a new sort of humiliation. This Daddy was more than happy to give it to her...
The first time I made her wear a diaper under her jeans and we went to the grocery store. I informed her as we left that I expected it to be wet when we got home or Daddy would punish her. She was looking around somewhat nervously the entire time we shopped. I think she felt like every eye was upon her and could see she had a diaper under her pants. We arrived home and set down the groceries and I immediately told her to drop her pants. I checked the diaper and found it dry and took her over my knee giving her a number of swats on her diapered bottom for disobeying. Later she told me it was as if her bladder had "frozen up" and she couldn't pee! I held her and said "Daddy will fix that eventually" and in time, I did...
After a pair of false starts, dry diapers and red bottoms for her I was finally successful and more spectacularly then I expected.
We were at the Mall and I had made sure she had a few tall glasses of tea at home before we left. I put her in an Attends diaper and an outfit that I liked which also had a skirt that hung to the knees and was loose enough that if a strong wind blew it could easily show anyone looking that she was diapered. I always enjoyed pointing that possibility out to her as it made her cheeks flush bright pink. We had been shopping for only about a half hour when I saw she was getting "antsy". I knew her bladder was full. I smiled thinking this would be the day her shy bladder gave in to the pressure and when it did, it was total surrender.
We wer walking down the wing that led to her car and she was walking fast. I saw the look of concentration on her face and gave her ass a pinch. She jumped and then gave a squeaky "oh!" and I knew what was happening. Her bladder gave up the ghost and she flooder her diaper. When I say flooded that is just what I mean. The Attends could not hold the rush of piss and leaked down the sides of her legs and dripped onto the tile floor as she walked faster. Her face was as red as I had ever seen it and there were tears at the corners of her eyes. We walked to the car and I didn't let up. "Did baby have an accident"? and "I think that old man saw the piss rolling down your legs"! That comment made her moan almost in despair as we got into the car and drove home.
When we arrived she was shaking, crying softly and beet-red in the face. I undressed her and pushed my hand up between her diapered legs feeling the heat and dripping wetness and led her to the bedroom where i unfastened the soaked diaper, told her Daddy was pleased and pushed her back onto the bed, stripped off my pants and slid into her cunt easily. She was dripping wet not only with piss but her own juices. She was humiliated and her pussy was swollen with arousal at hew own shame. She came screaming shortly after I entered her and it wasn't long before I filled her gripping sex with my own hot cum.
She told me it was the most intensely humiliated she had ever been and that weekend we rutted like wild animals. The "high" from her humiliation fired her libido for quite some time.
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For the wetters out there...
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May 12, 2008 11:10 am
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You've made it home after a busy and stressful day. You walk into your bedroom stripping off your work clothes and your mind is set on one thing and one thing only...that crinkly diaper waiting in your bedroom closet. You pull it somewhat hurriedly from the package and unfold it as the smooth plastic outer covering touches your hand you get a shiver of pleasure...It won't be long now...
You unfold the diaper and lay it on the bed then position your body over it and feel the oh so soft padding against your bare bottom. You pull the diaper up between your legs and carefully but snugly tape it into place letting your palm rub the smooth buttery-soft plastic outer cover.
You lie there caressing yourself throught the diaper as a soft sigh..almost a moan really...escapes your lips. The pressure in your bladder has been building since before you got home and now it's very urgent. You lick your lips in anticipation and then gasp as your bladder lets loose. A hot flooding stream fills the crotch of your diaper and your hands presses the front of it feeling the warmth spreading so deliciously through it and you push your muscles to empty every drop from inside you to the diaper. Finally as you are emptied you caress yourself feeling the damp heat against your skin abd you smile...knowing there will be even more pleasure soon.
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