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***Sorry for being quiet for some time. But here comes a longer update on this story.*** Part 7 “Ok, so what are we going to do tomorrow?”, Sarah asks as she opens up a bottle of nice cold beer. We are sitting outside on our terrace, enjoying the beautiful sunset and having a beer. That’s what I thought at least. As I go inside to fetch a beer from the fridge, Sarah immediately reacts. “You had your beers today, young man. Grab your baby bottle and sit with us.” “Yes, mommy”. I am doing as I am told. I had enough trouble for today. As I am returning to the table, we are all toasting to the first day of our holidays. Granted, it’s weird to toast with a baby bottle but as I said, I know better than to refuse. “Slow, baby”, Sarah looks over to me as I start suckling the cold milk out of my bottle. “We can go for a hike”, Brad suggests. “There are a number of easy walks up to Snowhill Mountain. I heard that the view is spectacular up there.” “Sounds like a plan”, Steff replies. “We just want to make sure that we take a child-friendly route”. She winks at me. “What a thoughtful aunty you are”, Sarah chuckles. “As long we don’t have a stroller for you, we want to make sure that we don’t make things to hard for you, don’t we baby?” “Let’s just see that we will be back at 7pm. I want to watch the soccer game at 8. They are showing it in the bar down the street.” “Nice, who is playing”, I ask as casual as possible while putting down my now empty baby bottle. “Red Bull New York is playing Barcelona as they are touring through the US. A friendly game though but should be fun.” I sheepishly look over to Sarah who instantly knows what I have in mind. “You know baby, let’s see how you behave tomorrow. If you are a good baby, I might let you go with Brad. For now, however…”, she pauses and checks the time on your watch, “it’s time for you to go to bed. It’s 9 o’clock and today was exciting enough for you. Say good night to everyone.” “Good night aunty Steff, good night Brad”. “Oh, wait a second, baby”, Sarah holds me back and pulls down my pants. As I am standing there fully exposed in my wet ABU Super Dry Kids, I spread my legs so Sarah can check the state of my diaper. “Seems like we have to change you, baby”. Sarah remarks while he fiddles around her finger inside my diaper. “Go and brush your teeth and then wait on the bed for me, baby, I will change you as soon as I finished my beer.” “Yes, mommy”, I say as I am waddling to our apartment. “Oh and I want you to brush your teeth for three full minutes. No cheating, got it, baby?” “Yes, mommy” -------------------------------------------------- #POST No. 125/ July 30, 2019 So, a lot of you guys have been bringing up the topic of discipline and punishment since… well, since I am running this blog. This pops up over and over again. I have been sharing my ideas here and there but as far as I remember, I have tended to discuss this topic in private chats with fellow mommies and daddies. Anyway, Tom misbehaved earlier today…. He was sent to bed already (as all of you babies should be at this point) and as I am sitting out here on this beautiful summer evening, I want to use this blog post to reflect a little bit on my own views on discipline, punishment, etc. So what is punishment is all about? Naturally, I have been thinking about this topic a lot. And let me tell you straight away, punishment is *not* just some dirty scene that we enact to spice up our sex life. It is a core component in my relationship with Tom. It happens, but not for pure enjoyment. But this is how it is. No mommy wants to punish her little. But no little should want to hurt mommy. This is what’s it all about. “Actio est reactio”, as the wise Latin people said. So you take actions to correct things. To me, there are three central elements to a punishment. They are equally important and somehow build on each other. They are key principles that guide any kind of punishment. 1. Punishment is consequential. Why do we punish? Because we want to achieve something. Think about it. When someone hurts you, you will ignore this person because you want him/her to understand that you don’t like this. Consequences are what it is all about. Think of the philosophy of American Pragmatism – any idea should always be evaluated on the grounds of what follows from it. If an idea does not have any practical consequences, then the idea itself is not quite meaningful. This what I emphasize in punishments. I want my baby to understand that something was not right. Something was not good. Something went against my idea of how our relationship works. Putting your little in the corner? Go ahead, do it! But you need embrace consequences. If it is only about putting him/her in the corner for its own sake… then you are not making a point. Worse even, you are becoming simply an object of your little’s dirty fantasies. Call me pretentious, but I won’t simply be some object here. I am a subject. I am a mommy. I make rules and Tom follows the rules. And if he doesn’t, then he has to bear the consequences. So my advice number #1 is: Think of the consequences of your punishment. Something has to follow from it, and it *has to* be more than a quick cummy in his/her Pampers because you are enacting someone’s fantasies… So, when you put our little in the corner, do things that *he/she* does not like. For example, when Tommy is sent to the corner, he needs to stay there, facing the wall, for an hour or longer … This is all the more effective when I turn on the TV with his favorite sports team playing. He gets to hear everything but he gets to see nothing… Sometimes he must not stand but stay in downhill position – and everytime he tries to adjust his position into something more comfortable, I scold and correct him. Does he like this? Not at all. This is extremely annoying for him and exceeds anything he has ever expected to happen. But this way, he reminds the lesson, and he will better behave next time. Believe me - as soon as I say, “Tom, behave immediately or you will go to your room”, he listens. See? It’s all about the consequences. 2. Punishment is reinforcing. We are living in a MDLB relationship. I am the mommy, Tom is the little boy. And this is what any punishment should be about. But this is a thin line. Many of my readers use general BDSM techniques but I think this should not be the point. When I punish Tom… do you think I whip him? No, I would not! Do you think I make him buy jewelry for me? No, I would not! Why? Because he is a little boy and he should be treated as such. Any punishment should reinforce his status as my baby boy. Let’s go to the corner example from before. Being sent to the corner is quite childish anyway but there can be way more variations to this. One variation I particularly like is the following: When he stands in the corner and faces the wall, he has to reiterate some children rhymes he had to learn by heart. And by reiterating, I mean that he has to pronounce the rhymes loud and clear, regardless of his pacifier. And he has to remember them correctly of course. Is this reinforcing? Well, hell yes! Imagine, him, a 32 year old management consultant, standing there in his Pampers for an hour, muffling through his paci “Itsi Bitsy Spider” so loud that I can hear him in the kitchen. So my advice number #2 is: Use the punishment to reinforce your little’s status. ‘What other punishments exist?’, I hear you say. Well, countless of them. I have been using on Tom many other effective ideas, including - grounding (even when we have e.g. friends over for BBQ, he has to stay in his room) - extensive line-writing - spankings - early bed-times (the most extreme so far was bedtime at 5:30pm for one week) - delayed diaper changes (eg. he hast to stay in his messy Pampers after he made cummies in it) - baby food-only feeding over a prolonged time (the most extreme was three weeks) - television prohibition - enemas - humiliating exposings (to people who know about Tom’s status) But honestly, it does not really matter *what* you are doing really, just think of *how* it comes across–when punished, your little should feel little. 3. Punishment is pushing boundaries. Now, this is the most important but also most complex point. When you punish (and I mean, when you really follow points 1 and 2), you are pushing boundaries. In fact, everytime you bring in something new, you will change the dynamics of your relationship. Simply because your little understands that you are serious and there are things that are beyond his/her control. One of the earliest punishments I used on Tom was delayed diaper changes. Shortly after he hast started to mess his Pampers in my presence, I started to discipline him by keeping him in them for some time. First, it was one hour, eventually it was two hours. Then I made him cum in his messy Pampers and I kept him in them for three hours. Believe me there is no stronger urge than to rip of your messy diapers and get back to normal after an orgasm–even if you are the biggest Pampers lover out there. But Tom soon realized that there was no negotiation. At all. He learnt that if he misbehaves, things follow which he will not like. And everytime he got punished, he was pushed more and more into his baby role. Does it have an effect on you when you have to stand in the corner and cite baby rhymes? Yes! Absolutely. So punishment and discipline are always a turning point. The relationship gets new turns and twists, sometimes small ones, sometimes large ones. And sometimes huges ones… My advice number #3: Use punishments to push the boundaries of your relationship. Experiment with the dynamics and see how it develops. Look at the subtle signs. How does your little react? How long does it take for your little to make eye-contact again? How does the punishment affects his/her role? Act, observe, react. And make sure you enjoy what is going on. These are the three core principles of punishments. Of course, being a good mommy or daddy also implies that you show empathy and merci even if your little misbehaved big times. This is what I did today (long story short, Tom was overwhelmed with having his adult privileges so that he forgot his appropriate attitude). But very often, punishment means to maintain seriousness to what you are doing. So think of the consequences of the punishment, reinforce your little’s status and use punishments to push boundaries. So… rather long post, huh? But I think this was important, especially for me. It is always good to reflect on your own principles from time to time. By the way, Tom started whining 20 minutes ago, probably because he needs a new bottle. I let him wait because he was naughty today. See? He feels consequences all the time, so I am sure he is sorry and will behave for the rest of our vacation. Speak to you soon. xxx Sarah #mdlb #mommydom #discipline #punishment -------------------------------------------------- Part 8 “Let’s take this with us, should we?”. Sarah holds up my leather harness. The harness looks childish, with light blue and pink colors and a little teddy bear on the chest, and it has a leash attached. “We don’t want you to waddle off and get lost in the woods, baby. Come here, baby, let’s see if it is adjusted just right”. Usually, she would only use this when we are home or invited at friends who know about our roleplay. I stop drawing in the color book she gave me 20 minutes earlier. This was a common thing when Sarah was busy with things, such as getting ready for the day or packing things for a trip. She would hand me crayons and a coloring book and tell me to practice drawing. Being a right hander, she would insist I use my left hand. It goes without saying that my drawings would look indeed childish and my fingers would usually be covered with color. “It fits perfectly”, Sarah announces as she fiddles around on the buckles. She pulls at the leash pulling me closer to her. She stands behind me, presses her body against mine and slowly moves her left hand down to my diapered crotch. “Imagine, baby”, she whispers into my ear, “having you on the leash for the whole hike. Pulling you closer whenever I want.” She slowly massages my diapered crotch. “Imagine, we pass a playground. I know you would love to go play, don’t you baby?” “Yes, mommy”, I start to moan through my pacifier. “You would love to run along and have some fun, wouldn’t you? But maybe I would not let you go play. Maybe I would pull on the leash forcing you to return to me. You are not mature enough to decide such things on you own, are you?” Her whispering slowly turns into moaning. She clearly enjoys the daydream she is coming up with as much as I do. “Maybe I would force you to kneel right next to me. On the floor, where you belong, baby. And I would pull the leash as close as possible. You could not move an inch, but you would not try, would you?” “No, mommy”. Oh god, I would love to cum. “And everyone can see that you are just my little baby boy. Everyone would see a grown man, dressed as a little boy, right next to his mommy… who is much younger than he is…” Her moaning grows louder as she presses her hips against my diapered bum. “But it does not matter if you are 32 and I am 24... The official age does not matter and we know that, baby. You are just a little baby and I am your mommy. I am the grown-up and you are a Pampers-wearing little.” She whispers, moans and licks my earlobe with her tongue. My knees get weaker and weaker. “Come on, baby, get on the floor. On the floor where you belong.” She pushed me down, causing me first to kneel and then being on all fours. She pulls the leash on my harness as she moves towards the bed. She removes her tight jeans and then her sexy panties. I obediently stay on all fours and wait for her command. “Lick me, baby. Lick mommy and show here what a well-trained baby you are.” She again pulls the leash and forces my head into her crotch. I immediately start caressing her beautiful pussy with my tongue. “That’s a good boy. Such a good boy”, she moans louder and louder while she grabs my head and forces me more into her crotch. “Such a dirty boy. Kneeling there with your dirty Pampers and your baby leash. That’s it, baby. Yes, baby! You will be forever my baby. Everyone will know that. Everyone will see you as my baby. Everyone will know that I am your mommy, and I will be treating you like a baby for the rest of your life. NO MATTER HOW OLD YOU WILL BE. FOREVER MY DIAPER BABY”. She exclaims and her body shivers while she cums. She continues to breath heavily as she rests there for a few minutes. I keep giving her kisses down there, just the way she likes it after she cum. “Ok, so… We have holiday rules in place but since you tested out boundaries yesterday, I keep you in Pampers for the day. Take it is a gentle reminder to behave.” Sarah changed me into a new Tykables diaper and let me chose a T-shirt and shorts. “I put three Pampers into your backpack, this should do it.”, she remarked in a matter-of-fact tone. “Remember, be on your best behavior today… and we can maybe talk about your evening plans. Got it?” “Yes, mommy!”, I reply quickly.

Part 6 “How was it, Tom?” “It was great, honey!”, I reply to Sarah while spreading my towel next to her. “Where did you go?”, Brad asks. “So, I started to take the route around the lake but I made some changes and went West towards the valley. It was gorgeous, man.” “Sounds cool, I will probably join later this week.”, Brad responds. “Tom, come closer”. All of a sudden, Sarah is getting more serious. “Let me smell your breath” Oh shit… I honestly did not think that Sarah would smell this. “Tom, did you drink alcohol?”. Sarah give me stern look. “Ummmm…” I do not know what to say. I immediately see that Brad and Steff awkwardly look away as if they would not hear the conversation. They have an intuition for what is going to come. “Honey, I…”, I start to stumble. “Honey, what?”. Sarah gets impatient. “I did not mean… to…” “You did not mean to…? What? It’s 2pm and you were cycling on your own in this heat and you have nothing better to do than to sit down and get drunk?” Sarah is definitely angry. “Look me in the eyes when I speak to you.” “You see… I was not on my own”. I stumble. “So? This means that this was not dangerous? And what does this mean, you were not on your own?” “I met this guy and we had sort of a… race…and…” The moment I use the word race, I realize that I make everything worse. “You did a… race? With some guy? And you were drunk? What the hell are you talking about? And look me in the eyes when I speak to you. For God’s sake!” Sarah’s voice gets louder and I am concerned that other people at the beach notice how my girlfriend is scolding me like a child in public. “I… no, I mean yes, well no… I was not drunk at the race, honey. I swear, it was just some guy who wanted to challenge me and we had this bet. The loser has to pay a beer. That sort of thing…”. As I am explaining what happened, I feel more and more stupid. Sarah listens to me but she does not seem to be convinced. “I won, honey!”, I say with some little notes of proud in my voice, hoping that Brad takes notice of this. “Tom, I could not care less who won. What you did was very immature. How many beers did you have?” “Three”. I sheepishly look on the ground, hoping that the scolding is coming to an end. “Tom, I don’t even know what to say. You go to your room now and wait for me there.” Sarah points to the hotel. Nope, the scolding won’t be over too soon. “Now”, she emphasizes. “Yes, honey”. I quietly reply and get up. “Oh and leave your phone here. And you don’t even think of turning on the TV.” “Yes, honey”, I reply and hand over my iPhone. I avoid any eye contact with Brad or Steff and wander off to my room. I feel an unbearable mixture of embarrassment, humiliation and boredom. Sarah is creepily good at triggering such feelings. Feelings that I have not even had as an actual child when my parents were angry with me. Believe me, my conscience is killing me. I would give anything for the opportunity to apologize to Sarah. I feel extremely bad that I disappointed her so much. It must have waited for two hours when I finally hear Sarah entering our suite. I patiently sit on the bed and wait for whatever she expects me to do. “I will get a shower, Tom. When I get back, I want you to stand in the corner naked with your paci in your mouth”. She does not even wait for a response. A few moments later I hear the shower running. I strip naked, grab the paci and go to the corner. As expected, I face the wall with a 2 inch-distance between my nose and the concrete. I feel nervous. What has she planned? She was angry. Way angrier than I would have expected. Will she enforce full baby rules? Or some one-time punishment? What is happening now? After around 10 minutes, the shower stops running and I hear her leaving the bathroom. After around three minutes, she enters the bedroom. While I try to anticipate her movements, I am making sure that she can hear me suckling on the pacifier. “Baby”, Sarah says. Before you turn around, I want you to think hard about what happened before. I want you to tell me why I got angry and sent you to the room. Whenever your feel ready, I want you to turn around. Ok, stay calm, Tom. Collect your thoughts and prepare some sentences. Focus. After a minute, I slowly turn around, my head hung in shame. “I am very sorry that I drank alcohol. This was unresponsible” -man, this word is hard to pronounce through a pacifier!-, “and I disappointed you with this stupid thing. I am very sorry.” “You are sorry…?” “I am sorry, mommy.” I reply. “Listen, baby. You should not drink in the middle of the day while you are riding your race bike. This is not responsible and I hope you understand why I feel angry about this. Do you?” “Yes, mommy.” “Believe me, there were a number of punishments that were going through my head. But…” I gulp. “…but I think I understand you somehow.” Now I look puzzled. “I understand that this whole acting like an adult can be overwhelming and exciting. In fact, the baby regimen you are going through can be quite intense. I understand that you yearn for such moments. Even though…”, she looks down at my erect member and smiles, “you seem to enjoy the baby treatment at any point you are receiving it” I feel my face getting red. “In any case, I know you are a good boy. And I also know that being out of diapers, on a bike, meeting new people and so on can be quite exciting. In any case, I assume you learnt your lesson and know that you should not do this again. Am I right?” “Yes, mommy. I am very sorry”, I mumble. “Ok, baby. So we will do the following. We forget about the punishment. You will take a nap now and we do some cuddling and afterwards, we will go into the city and meet Steff and Brad there. Does this sound good?” “Yes, mommy”. I smile and I am relieved that she is not angry with me anymore. “Ok, kiddo. Grab a Pampers and lay down so I can change you.” I do as I am told. As lay on the bed and suck on my pacifier while Sarah diapers me for my nap, I can only wonder that I felt like an adult three hours ago.

Part 5 Man that feels good… No work to do, no diaper to wear, no pacifier in my mouth. Just me and my bike and this stunning scenery. I love holidays and I love all the freedom that comes with it. Imagine you are in my position. A grown-up man, all business on the outside but a little diaper-wearing boy on the inside who is all dependent on his college-student girlfriend who he must refer to as “mommy”. And then suddenly, who are back to normal life again. You talk to people on the streets, you ride your bike, you call your friends. An no constant fear of being exposed. But it is not only about being exposed. I come to realize that all this babyish attire, all this constant crinkle of my Pampers really have an effect on how I perceive myself. You know what they say… clothes make people. I guess this is the case. For example, mommy… ah, Sarah… she sent me to do some grocery shopping the other day. I was diapered but you could never see this under my clothes. So anyway, I was looking for some special flour when I mindlessly turned around and bumped into a sales clerk. He could not be older than 19 or 20 but as soon as he looked at me, I sheepishly looked at the floor and quietly said “I am sorry, Sir”. And then I looked at the floor. This was no intentional reaction, of course… At first, the boy jumped because he did not see me running into him but suddenly he was somewhat puzzled. You know how weird that must have looked like? A grown up man, standing in front of a teenager and acting like a naughty school boy… He patiently asked me if he could help me… and me, still trapped into this weird role thing–and, of course, in my childish-looking Pampers–obediently thanked him for his assistance and let him show me what I was looking for. I felt so small. Seriously, I would not have felt much different if I would have had a pacifier in my mouth.. Such instances happen again and again. They keep me thinking. And now, when I am out there, all on my own and all dressed in grown-up clothes, I realize that I can still act and feel like an adult and this feels good somehow. “Man, you are in a good shape but I am getting warm now”, someone exclaims while riding his bike right next to me. I turn my head to the left and recognize this dude I was overtaking before. “You passed me a few miles before. I am finding my rhythm now. Fancy some race?”, the guy asks me. “Sure, man, let’s do it. The loser will buy beers”, I respond and get excited for some serious pedaling. I am feeling confirmed in my feeling that I could still be a man.

Part 4 “Ok, so I suggest the following”, Sarah announces while we are all having breakfast together on the terrace that is shared by our suites. “Steff and I are going to the beach. And you can do whatever you want, guys.” “I will go for a long run, I guess”, Brad replies and turns to me, checking if I would join. “There is a scenic bike route around the lake. I think, I will try this one. I mean… if that’s ok?” I reply with some hesitation and look at Sarah. “Of course, Tom. As long as you are wearing your helmet, that’s fine. Ok, so Steff, Let’s meet downstairs in 30 minutes. I will make Tom ready for the day and will get my stuff together.” “Cool let’s go”, Steff claps her hands and stands up. “Tom, there is still juice in your bottle”. Sarah hands me my baby bottle. “Finish up. You need to drink enough for your bike trip.” Although embarrassed by her comment, I obediently take the bottle and suck on it while I walk back to the gallery of our suite – accompanied by the rustling noise of my very wet overnight diaper. “Ok, baby, you will go on your bike trip like a big boy”. Sarah explains me while she gets undressed and gets ready for her day on the beach. “But I want you to make your morning poopies before you leave – who knows where you are going and if there are any restrooms on the way…” I somehow knew that this was coming but I still try my chance to circumvent what she has in mind. “Can’t I just go later, mommy? I don’t really have to and besides, there are plenty of restrooms on the way. Really!” “Hm… You know what – you showed your Pampers yesterday how much you love her. I think it is only fair that you give her a full picture of you.”. Sarah winks at me. “Now hurry up. I will change you when you are done and then we can leave.” “But, mommy, I…” “No buts, baby. You get enough freedom here. I give you an inch and you take the mile – is this what you have in mind? I assure you, baby. I can easily enforce full baby rules here. So on the floor, and hurry up.” I sigh and go on all fours. “Wait”, Sarah leaves the room to get the pacifier from the living room. “Take this”, she says while she pops it into my mouth. “And now face me, baby, while you fill your Pampers for me.” God damn. This is so extremely embarrassing and still… while starting to push and look at my beautiful girlfriend – standing in front of me only in her panties and bra – I feel that my arousal is increasing without limits. -------------------------------------------------- #POST No. 124/ July 29, 2019 Guys, I am sorry. Looking through all the messages you sent me over the past couple of months, I realize how busy I was with all the studying. Anyway, I am going through all the messages now and respond to all of them guys, I promise. First things first. Some of you pointed me to this recent Pampers innovation where they equip the diaper with sensors, and you can use an app to check how your baby is doing. It was featured all over and I think it is described here quite well: https://www.engadget.com/2019/07/18/pampers-lumi-smart-diapers/ So a lot of you guys asked me what I think about this. Would I use this on Tom? Good question, guys. Honestly, it’s a Yes and No. Yes, because I can check on him wherever he is. Imagine Tom has a meeting somewhere and I can always see how the business goes on inside his diapers. To be honest, I find the idea quite exciting. It would mean total control. What else is there left to hide from me if I can control his Pampers at any point in time. Imagine I get a notification that he wet and I send him a text like, “Baby, your Pampers notified me that you wet again. Make sure you don’t leak until mommy can change you”. Or imagine all the statistics I can compute based on his diaper data – I could choose diapers (in terms of thickness etc.) with respect to how he uses them. There is always a But… As great as this sounds. There is one big downside. I will probably lose touch with my baby. I think one of the most important–and most intimate things–of being a mommy dom is that yu create a very special bond with your baby. You literally attune to your baby. As you know, Tom is not allowed to ask for a change. He is not allowed to say when he used his diaper. It’s my responsibility to think of that…. And you know, to do the whole routine… ordering him to come over and spread his legs so that I can stick my finger into his cute little Pampers... I developed such a strong intuition to know when he needs me to change his diapee. I instantly see how he moves, how he looks. And… how he smells LOL. Not sure if I keep all this once I rely on the screen of my smartphone. I mean, if I think how bad my orientation became because I am always using Google Maps… So yeah, as tempting as this whole data-driven babying sounds, we should be aware of the consequences. Perhaps it is not an either/or but something that I can additionally use for my boy. But anyway, I guess it will take some time until this trend hits diapers for bigger baby boys… ? Sooooo what do you think? Is this something you are considering? Let me know, guys. I am off to the beach. Read you guys later. xxx Sarah. --------------------------------------------------

Part 3 “9:30 sharp – others can set their clock according to your bedtime”. Sarah says as I am laying down in the bed, changed in a thick nighttime diaper. “It was a lovely night, wasn’t it? Wonderful dinner, smooth conversations… and of course, some very delicious wine. Oh, I love vacation”, mommy says. By the tone in her voice I can hear that she got tipsy by the bottles of wine we all shared. “Did you see how Steff and Brad looked each other? Oh they could not wait to get back to their room... I am sure they are getting naughty right now… Speaking of which…”, Sarah said as she ran her finger teasingly along on the frontside of my childish looking diaper. “I think I promised you something before, can you remember?”, Sarah asks. “Y…yes, mommy. I… You said I can make a cummie”, I gasp. For the past 2 hours, I could not get my looks from Sarah. She looked fantastic. Her beautiful face, her great hair. She was dressed in a tight black dress that showed off her sexy body, her beautiful breasts and her perfect ass. The thought of getting my hands on this body has been making me go insane. “Please, mommy, please let me make cummies”, I playfully beg and guide my right hand to feel her beautiful breast. “Ah ah ah… Did I give you permission to do that?”, she smacks my hand and scolds me. I am puzzled. “Excuse me, did I give you permission to touch me?”, she repeats. “No, mommy”, I disappointedly muffle through my pacifier. She looks at me with her stern eyes. “That’s right. I did not so.” She smacks my thighs. “Babies do not get to touch their mommies without permission.” Oh god, how sadistic can a person be? Why can’t we just forget these stupid rules for three minutes? I get annoyed but I know better than to make any silly move now. If I do, this whole thing is blown off for sure. “May I please touch you and make cummies?”, I try to play along and hope that I can turn the situation into a happy end. “Silly baby… As if touching me was necessary for making cummies”, she laughs at me. “You gotta make cummies but….” Oh god, I know what is coming next. “On your stomach. Now.” I immediately roll over. “Instead of touching me, you will touch your cute little Pampers. You like that as well, don’t you?”, she says teasingly. “Now get your hands under your Pampers and show how much you like her.” I obediently guide my hands to the frontside of my diaper. Knowing what she expects, I start to caress it, pushing my cock against the soft fabric of my thick and colorful Tykables diaper. I press my legs together, getting aroused by the crinkles which are getting louder and louder. “That’s it, baby. Your Pampers wants to know how much you like it. That’s a good Pampers boy. Go on, baby, hump your Pampers. Hump it and say how much you like it.” My breathing increases. “Mommy, I love my Pampers. I love humping my Pampers.” My movements become rhythmic and powerful. “Don’t tell me, baby. Tell your Pampers. Tell her how much you love humping her.” Sarah gets seemingly aroused by this too. “Tell you Pampers everything that you love about her. Tell her, baby. I am not jealous, I want to hear it too, baby”. “I love you Pampers!”, I exclaim. “I love humping you. I love how soft you are. I love…”. It’s hard to think straight right now. “Don’t focus too much, baby! Just say what comes to your mind, baby! Why do you love your Pampers. Tell us, baby. Tell your Pampers and me”. Sarah’s breathing intensifies. She sits a little behind me. I cannot see her clearly but I could swear that she has her hand in her panties. “I love you Pampers because you are so tight!”. I get ecstatic and loudly mumble through my pacifier. The thought of getting to cum lets me forget the sudden idea of how ridiculous that whole scenery must look like. “I love you Pampers because you are so soft! I love you Pampers because you are so colorful”. Now it gets rolling. “I love you Pampers because you are so crinkly”. Oh god, I need to cum any second. “I love you Pampers because you take all my potties!” I hear mommy screaming from behind. “That’s it baby boy. Show your Pampers how much you lover her. Make your cummies into your Pampers. Make a mess for your Pampers and your mommy!”. I feel a hand firmly patting my diapered behind. I explode. I shoot a massive load into my Pampers. My body shivers. Joyful spasms going through my body. I vaguely hear that Sarah gasps from behind. A few minutes later, Sarah cuddles to me and whispers into my ear. “Oh god, such a good little naughty Pampers lover.” “Now make sure that you also show your Pampers your not-so romantic side. Show your Pampers how much you can wet, baby.”. She giggles. “Good night, sleep tight. And don’t forget how you are supposed to sleep.” She gives me a kiss on my pacifier and rolls over to her side of the bed before she switches the lights off. Still exhausted from this little show, I feel the usual urge to rip off my Pampers and just go to sleep like any other in my age would do. Such moments are the worst. Instead, however, I make sure to spread my legs apart as much as I can. Believe me… I am trained well enough to do any stupid things now.

Part 2 – LET THE HOLIDAYS BEGIN “Baby, wake up, we are here”, my mommy exclaims and I immediately feel that everyone in the car is excited as we pull in the large driveway of what looks like a beautiful hotel. ‘Finally’, I think to myself. Six hours of driving is a long time even if you don’t need to drive yourself. Well, ok, there wasn’t the question that I would drive anyway. “Baby sits in the back. I will drive and take turns with Steff and Brad”, mommy announced when we left our house. It is weird, of course, that I am not even supposed to drive my own car but sit in the back row with my thick diaper. “Steff, please clip his paci on his shirt”, Sarah said to her sister who joined me on the back row. Then she turned to me, “Take this is a friendly reminder to behave, ok? If you misbehave or pout, this will go straight into your pretty little mouth, baby, and it will stay there for the rest of the day”. Naturally, I was very embarrassed by this comment, especially in front of Steff and Brad (who, as always, pretended not to attend Sarah’s words). Yet, this was the typical double-edged sword. Besides being humiliated and dying inside, I am glad that my thick diapers did not let anyone see how aroused I got. Luckily, the pacifier was left with the friendly reminder and except for the two bottles of juice that I was fed by Sarah on the way, nothing else entered my mouth. “Ok, guys, so we got upgraded and we have two deluxe suites with full lake view and a shared terrace that only us four can use. And they even offered to serve breakfast there. Isn’t this cool? Everything in this hotel is so amazing.” Steff seems ecstatic when she returns from the reception. “So, I suggest we all go to our rooms and make ourselves fresh and clean” -she emphasizes the last words by winking at me- “and then we hop into the lake. Cool?” “Cool! Come on, Tom, you carry your special bag.”, Sarah replies. “Sure, honey”, I answer, fully aware that I should use a language that is appropriate for public conversations. I follow her, dragging the large bag that is only filled with my baby supplies. “What a wet baby you are”, Sarah coos as she opens up the tapes of my diapers. “Mommy was very right to change you into Tykables overnight for the drive, wasn’t she? After all, you had plenty of time to soak your little Pampers.” Sarah watches me as I squirm, suck on my pacifier and become excited by her words. She must have told these things a million times during my diaper changes but she still could press the right buttons to get me aroused. “You promise that you are going to be mommy’s very good boy during our time here, don’t you?”, she says as she slowly massages my boy parts. “Yes, mommy, I promise to be a very good boy”. “And you promise to behave for all the other adults here, too?” “Yes, mommy, I promise to behave for all adults”. Sarah starts stroking my cock and I get more and more excited. “This is good baby because even if we have our holidays rule here and you are allowed to be without diapers during the day, you are still a baby. Do you understand this?” “Yes, mommy, I am still a baby and I will obey anyone who is more grown up than I am.”. I know well what she wants to hear. “And you who is more grown up than you are, baby?” “Anyone who is not wearing diapers because only babies wear diapers, mommy”, I obediently follow the established script and become more and more aroused while Sarah strokes my cock. “We will make sure that you will remember all the other rules that apply for our holidays. But first, we will go to the lake.”. Sarah stops right before I cum. “Maybe you will earn a cummie later, does that sound good? Let’s clean you up and put you in your swim shorts, baby.” Having been in diapers 24/7 nonstop for several weeks now, it felt very weird to be in regular clothes. Since Sarah decided that I should stop wearing pull-ups during the day but use diapers all the time now, I was getting used to waddle when I walk. The only exception was on business meetings where I was usually changed into Pull-ups. But of course, being out of diapers, or Pampers as Sarah would strictly call them, felt great. Every step felt light and the continuous worries swept away that someone could discover my bulky secret. “Oh, look at this grown-up boy”, Steff says as I enter the spacious beach. It was nearly seven and all guests have left, probably to get ready for dinner. “At least until it is bedtime”, Sarah replies in a matter-of-fact way. A few seconds later, we are all in the cool water. It feels great. Not only the temperature of the water but I have nearly forgotten how great it is to act like an adult. This was something I was not permitted to do for some while now. “Give me a kiss”, I say to Sarah as I swim towards her. -------------------------------------------------- #POST No. 123/ July 28, 2019 So it finally happened. We arrived in paradise! We finally went to holidays. As you know from the previous postings, the last months were tough. Super tough. I studied a lot for this neurobiology exam last week. I mean a lot a lot. I was in the books 7 days/week, mostly around 8-10 hours. This is already challenging but even more so when you are a single mommy. Anyway, the exam went quite well and I am optimistic that the results should be good (Soon to graduate YAY!) Tom also had to work (someone needs to bring home the money LOL). A few days before my exam, he had his final presentation for what might have been the biggest project he had led so far. Based on the feedback he got by the company, this worked very well. Such a smart little business man Even though things were really stressful, I adhered to the principles of our relationship. This means that all standard rules were in place. Tom was diapered 24/7, he was wearing appropriate baby outfits when at home, he was bottle-fed three times a day (besides some actual food, of course), he had his daily nap from 1 – 2pm and he was tucked in his crib at 9 (on weekends at 10). This schedule worked well because Tom is a freelance consultant and mostly works from home. There were some exceptions to these rules, e.g. he was allowed to stay up longer when he convinced me that he needed some extra time to get his work done. In any case, I must admit that I am pretty proud of myself that I pushed this through. It wasn’t easy at times (and I am super thankful to my sis who watched Tom when I was studying with my peers or stayed in the library until midnight) Now what? Well, first of all, I will need to sleeeeep. I was so looking forward to being on holidays with Tom, my sis and her boyfriend and since we arrived yesterday, I just feel that I completely ran out of energy. For now, I do not even want to party… I might even go to bed at my baby’s bedtime ? But you know… when all the stress relieves, you just want to sleep and sleep and sleep. As for things with Tom – we do now have our holiday rules in place. I described them in earlier posts but I am happy to recap them (let’s see if I remember all of them myself). Tom is still a baby (of course ;)) but… During the day… He can wear regular adult clothes He can use the toilet but he must tell me or another adult when he goes to the toilet When we are in public, Tom addresses me as “honey” and any other adult with their actual names He is free to move around but he is expected to ask me (or another adult) for permission for whatever he is up to and let me know when he will be back He needs to pay attention to whatever I (or another adult) am saying and he has to obey. At night… The baby rules are in place: Pampers, pacifier, appropriate outfit (since it is quite warm here at night, he might sleep in his onesie or just in his Pampers and shirt) He will be bottle-fed when tucked in and during the night if necessary He has to address me as mommy and any other adult in the appropriate way Extended bedtime: 9:30 at weekdays and 10:30 at weekends Since we do not have a crib here, we will share a bed. Once he is tucked in, he is not allowed to get out of bed for whatever reason (I have some nasty little tricks to check on this even if I am not in the room). These rules are adjusted of course, if Tom misbehaves and is punished. I know that some of my readers are unsure about rule #1… Why letting him out of diapers in the first place? Well, I discussed this with some of you guys at some earlier point and we might not all agree on this… But I do not want to make him permanently incontinent. I think it is only responsible to make sure that he can still control his pee or poo (imagine we are not together anymore at some point…). So, holidays is a very welcome occasion to check if he is still potty-trained (which is not to say that he cannot by humiliated in some other way LOL). This is just my POV… I acknowledge that some mommy doms or daddy doms have their own agendas here and this is not something that I want to judge on. But be sure that you keep it private. You know everyone has a camera right now and posts stuff on the internet and this is why I would always be very careful with this. Ok guys, this was a longer post. Wish us happy holidays and I will send some updates and pics very soon. Love and hugs from Paradise -Mommy Sarah #holidays #HolidayRules #hyperwithoutdiaper #singlemom #examsover --------------------------------------------------

#Post No. 122/ July 25, 2019 It is all in the books. It is. Trust me, I know most of them. Doing things seriously, with some scientific background is all you need for a happy life. Structure is key for anything to emerge. This is at the core of most contemporary scientific theories, be it in psychology, sociology, management, whatever. Most mommy doms, and as far as I am concerned most daddy doms, make adult baby play dependent on the needs of their partner. I mean much is all dependent on the needs of your partner, I guess, when he or she wants to be treated like a baby. But most make the mistake to let their babies decide when it is happening, where it is happening, how it is happening... If he/she has all the right to enforce the baby play, then it is somehow past the point, right? Being a mommy or daddy means that you make decisions and control whatever is happening. This is my firm belief: Being in a happy MDLB or DDLG relationship only works when both are involved to the extent that it is naturally given by the roles the respective partner takes. Can a baby make decisions? Well, no. Can a mommy make decisions? Hell yeah, it is what defines her role. It is as simple as that. Adhere to this simple thought and you create structure and this is the point where both of you are getting involved. Because mommies and daddies can explore aspects and sides of their babies who may not even have known themselves. Believe me: As soon as I took the role of a mommy seriously and as soon as I provided structure, things got really interesting for both of us. It became a dynamic which unfolds in our daily lives and offers new experiences every single day. I cannot stress enough how much I enjoy being part of this dynamic and how fascinating it is to explore when I push the limits of my boy in our regular plays. Speaking about pushing… I think this is what my baby boy just did in his Pampers… Gotta check before it smells – sorry for the short blog post this time, the next one will be longer, I promise. Stay structured. Talk to you soon. - Mommy Sarah #mdlb #ABDLstructure #scientificABDL -------------------------------------------------- Chapter 1 “Alright, baby boy, say good night to everyone and then we get you tucked in”, my mommy says before putting out my pacifier and rushing me into the living room of our apartment. I mean, of course, my girlfriend says that but that doesn’t make it much better, right? Also, technically, it is my apartment, but let’s discuss that at some later point. The loud crinkling noise of my Tykables overnight, “hidden” under my childish looking pajamas, appears while I am being marched through the living room. Well, at least I can walk and do not have to crawl. “Good night, aunty Steff”, I say to my mommy’s older sister. “Good night, baby boy. Sleep tight and I am so excited that we go on vacation together tomorrow”, Stephanie smiles as she gently pads the backseat of my diaper. “Good night, Brad. See you tomorrow.”, I obediently say to Steff’s boyfriend, a few years older than my mommy, but still a few years younger than me. “Good night, Tom, see you tomorrow. I will make sure that the girls make their vacation plans not without us. You can count on me”, he replies, trying to sound as casual as possible and, thankfully, not making any attempts to pad my bum or make any other gestures to emphasize my infantile state. “Steff, can you open up another bottle of wine please? Take the white one in the fridge, I will tuck Tom in and be right back with you guys”, I hear mommy yelling into the living room, while she follows me in our bedroom. “Sure! But take your time. Brad and I will check Google Maps for the fastest route tomorrow.”, Steff yells back. “Besides, can we take Tom’s car four our trip? I think his BMW is the biggest one, right?” “Yes, sure… considering that his Pampers will take most of the space, it is only fair.”, Sarah yells back. “Or what do you think, baby?”, she asks me rhetorically. I nod my head in shame, still embarrassed by her speaking about this so openly. “Now get under your blankies, little one!”, Sarah commands as I crawl in the oversized crib that is positioned at the feet of the double-sized Boxspring bed that was originally meant to accommodate both of us. “Assume the position, Tommy.” Once I am in the crib, I lay on the stomach and, as expected by Sarah, I stretch out my arms and legs. Once Sarah got her hands under the blankies, I feel a few hard smacks on my hard tights. “Baby, I will repeat this only once. Assume the position”, I hear Sarah saying and I understand the resoluteness in her words. I obediently bend my legs and arms such that I lay there like an exhausted bug or, as intended by my mommy, like a newborn. “That is a very good baby”, I hear Sarah cooing while she checks my posture and fondles the backseat of my thick diaper. “You know, baby, it is very important that you keep this posture while you are asleep. I will check on you later. Now hush, I will go to the adults, ok? I will leave the door open a bit and we will be quiet ok?” “Yes, mommy”, I mumble through my pacifier. “Good night, baby boy, and I am so excited for going on vacation tomorrow. Sleep tight now.” “Good night mommy”, I respond well aware what she wants to hear from me. “Such a good boy you are. Mommy loves you. Now sleep tight, baby.” Sarah switches off the lights and leaves the room. Shortly after, I find myself sucking on my pacifier and looking through the bars of my crib. Some light from the hallway shines in the room and I can vaguely hear Sarah, Steff and Brad having a joyful conversation in our living room. Of course, Sarah will go to bed at some point, switching on the lights of the room and making some noise. But at that point, I will be deeply asleep because this is what I have been trained for. I cannot help but being amazed about this whole situation. An adult man, successful management consultant for tech companies, being diapered and tucked in by his girlfriend who he happens to call “mommy” and obeys anything she says… and, this may be important to note, I am 32 and she is 24 years old. Recalling that I just said good night to her sister and her boyfriend –he is 27 and he is 28 years old– visibly diapered and in my nighttime attire, sounds extreme and humiliating. And it certainly is. It is humiliating, actually. Trust me, this is way beyond what I expected to happen when Sarah and I together three years ago and I told her about my adult baby fetish. Don’t get me wrong here. Strictly speaking, I was never forced to do anything. In fact, I have let this happen all the way down because I have been enjoying every moment of our exotic relationship. But the thing is, this all happened gradually, one little step after another. But she kept pushing and eventually, this is the situation I am now in. To better understand this, you need to be aware of two crucial moves that Sarah, my mommy, made from early on. For one, after diapering me a few times, she started to insist that she was also able to be involved and discover her own fantasies. She said, quite literally, that she does not want to be object of my fetish but that she wants retain “subjectivity”, make her own decisions and bringing in her own ideas. This is when she started to grow into the mommy role because from one point to another, she was not listening to my desires but she developed hers as well. My desires were coupled with her actions, and by gradually intensifying our baby play, she kept me in a state where my arousal continuously grew in different directions. Furthermore, she connected my fetish with her psychology studies, which she will be finishing soon. Starting in the second semester of her studies, she started to pick up something in her studies - say some theory - and relate it to my training. Take, for example, what happened just before when she tucked me in. A few months ago, she would start reading about a theory called “embodiment”. I am not a psychologist, and forgive me if this sounds a bit simplistic, but the basic idea of embodiment is that body movements are inherently linked with the development of mental capacities. Thinking and acting are related. They co-develop or co-emerge. Sarah became fascinated by this theory and started to apply this to our relationship. “See, it is as that: acting and moving like a baby, in a physical sense, will help you to get into the right baby mindset. This means that in addition to crawling you will now start to sleep like a typical baby – on your stomach, legs and arms spread apart and slightly bended.” This is just one of many examples where she would enforce some new routine into my daily baby life. In anything she does, Sarah is extremely consequential and pursues her ideas as long as she thinks they are useful. “There is nothing as practical as a good theory”, she would always wink at me after a while once she observes that some of her idea starts to take effect. “Baby, wake up. Baby, wake up!” I hear mommy’s voice becoming louder and angrier. It must be in the middle of the night and I am struggling to open my eyes. I see Sarah who just got ready for bed. “You know why I am waking you up, baby?”, she calmly asks and pulls out my pacifier. I look confused, intuitively checking if my diapers could have leaked. “Ok I give you a hint”, she says and gives me a few smacks on my inner thighs. I immediately realize what she means. “Now, baby tell me what the problem is and why I needed to wake you up. I want you to explain the reason and reflect on what happened.” Still drowsy, I am looking at Sarah. “I had my legs together while sleeping but they should be spread apart, mommy.” “That’s right, and why is this so?” “Because babies have their legs spread apart when they are sleeping, mommy.” “And…?” “And… I am a baby and I need to sleep like a baby” “What a smart little boy you are. Now, come one, spread those legs a little more for me. That’s right, baby. Such a good little baby boy. Now, open your mouth for your paci and get back to sleep. Good night, little one.” “Good night, mommy”, I muffle through my pacifier. I get a glimpse of her gorgeous body, dressed in her short night pants and her nipples shining through her loose tank top. Oh god, she looks sexy and I carefully press my fully erect member against the frontside of my thick diaper. But I know very well that I am not allowed to do any naughty activity without the explicit consent of my mommy. Sarah gets under her blankets and switches off the light. I make a mental note to remain in my sleeping position before I drift back to sleep.