ABDL Memorial

We all have our fetishes. We all have our likes and dislikes. With some of you on this website it is wearing diapers as adults. With some of you it regressing in age and acting like a baby. There are those of you are male and like to act as a female or the other way around. There ar those of you who have contacted me and expressed an interest in doing to me what my fetish is. My fetish is being given enemas. I am willing to take them for any reasons you may have to give them to me. They can be to punish me, humiliate me, for torture, or for any other reason you may have to give them to me. They can be as large as you want them to be, even to the point where it makes me cry and beg for them to stop. However, I do not expect that you will stop them just because I am crying or begging for them to stop. I don't want to be restrained in any way for these enemas. I promise you that I will  lay there and take it all. I will not try to stop you from doing it to me. I do not care if you are a male or a female. I am a male. My true age is 76. However, you can treat me as if I was any much younger age. It can even be as if I was only a year or two old. If they are to punish me, they can be as large as you want them to be. Even to the point that it makes me have to throw up. If they are to humiliate me, you can do it in any way you wish. You can even call me nasty names while you do it to me. If they are to torture me, they can be given with retention nozzles so I cannot let it out until you tell me that I can. They can even be as hot as 115° F. This will hurt, but not cause any damage to my insides. Yes, I will cry and beg for it to stop. But as I said above, I do not expect them to stop. It can even be from groups of males, groups of females, or groups of both males and females. I have only one requirement. The requirement is that you host me days only and either live in the Las Vegas Nevada USA area (Las Vegas, North Las Vegas, Henderson or Boulder City) or plan on visiting the Las Vegas Nevada USA area. I cannot host you. I cannot travel to you our of the area. I look forward to any of you contacting me soon. Please contact me directly at the email address below. Thank 😊 You, me-1701@proton.me Albert ---- or, you can even call me Alberta to humiliate me even more.

I just love all the puns in these stories. 😂 Keeps you on your toes. Or hooves, if that applies. 🤣

Chapter 6: Rescue Arbitrio Sanguinis – LittleFallenPrincess       I didn’t feel like I was actually in any danger, as no doubt all I’d need to do is text Nia or Beth… or Beatrice, and they’d prevent anything from happening to me. This woman wasn’t really a threat to me, especially given my species. I didn’t even need my friends, there’s no way this woman could forcibly make me do anything. I’m not much of a fighter, but I am damn good at running. Even in this thick nappy. But it still felt… disgusting, hearing this from her. She grabbed her purse, stood up and turned around quickly, which caused the hem of her dress to spin in my direction, hitting me in the eye. At least I was quick enough to close them before it hit me… so it didn’t hurt much. The woman didn’t care, or even realise, that she had hit me with her dress, she just waltzed over to the bar and started chatting to the rough-looking bartender. So I used this opportunity to grab my phone and quickly open my messages, finding the one person I knew who wasn’t busy tonight. Lucy: Hey, could… Could you come and get me? Beatrice: Why? What’s up, kiddo? Lucy: I… I’m on a date, and she’s… I think she’s… abusive. Beatrice: Are you sure? Lucy: She’s talking to me about adding me to her harem, so yeah… pretty sure. Beatrice: Ughhh… Did she specifically use the word harem? Lemme guess… is she a Lamia? Black hair? Complete bitch? Lucy: That’s her. How… Do you know her? Beatrice: Figured. Ignore her. She’s barred from the Sanctuary, for good reason. She used to have a harem of subs, all there against their will, until Beth stopped her years ago. Seems like she’s come out of hiding and is trying to recruit again. I’ll have a word with Beth tomorrow when I see her, have a look to see if she’s actually ‘recruited’ anyone again. Have you asked for an emergency teleport? Lucy: I’m… umm… banned. Beatrice: Luce… What did you do? ‘Thank fuck, she hasn’t seen the video… though it’s only a matter of time.’ Lucy: I… may have used one on my last date. Beatrice: Guessing you got punished? Don’t worry, I’ll ask Nia for the video. Lucy: How do you know she has it? O_O Beatrice: I didn’t, but you just confirmed that there is one. Ooooh I’m gonna look forward to seeing that! My sister can be quite mean sometimes. Lucy: Not as mean as you, but yes, I got punished. Beatrice: So do you want a rescue? The lamia walked over with a drink in each hand, putting the red wine in front of her, and handing me something that looked fizzy and bubbly and… weird. Honestly, if this is the same lamia Beatrice was talking about, I didn’t trust this drink. So I put my phone under the table and smiled at the woman, so as to not piss her off. “Here you go, drink up.” She ordered. “I’m okay… thanks. I’m not thirsty.” “Drink.” She growled. I nervously held out my hand and grabbed the drink, opening my phone up underneath the table with the other one, when the door to the bar opened and someone else walked in. “Drink it, now, slut.” I clutched the suspicious drink in my hand as I nervously fumbled about with my phone, trying to open my messages with Beatrice again to ask for help, when someone walked right up to our table and hovered over us. “Excuse me, please leave.” The Lamia said to the stranger. And as I looked up to see who was looking down at us, the stranger coughed, as if clearing their throat… or getting someone’s attention. “Lucy!” They said, in a husky kind of voice, one that I didn’t recognise. “I…” I looked up, away from my phone to see who it was that somehow knew my name…   It was Fiona. Actual Fiona. The one from the kinky dating thing. Dressed in jeans, work boots, an unbuttoned flannel shirt with a very tight camisole top that did wonders for her boobs… her hair looking just as scruffy as her dating profile pics, she looked… really freakin’ cute! And maybe a little hot, to paraphrase Nia. “You know… this ‘mutt’?” The Lamia asked me, as if she was disgusted by the werewolf in front of us in her human form, or that I even knew someone like her. “Fi…” Before I could finish speaking, Fiona reached down and grabbed me, lifting me to my feet and hugging me tightly. “If you need rescuing, call me Fifi.” She whispered in my ear. Her arms felt like the world’s biggest hug. She was just a little taller than me, tall enough that I felt small in her arms, but not so tall that she completely dwarfed me. I wanted to stay in this moment forever, as I could feel the strength and definition in her muscles as she squeezed me. Even her scent, as weird as it was, was soothing. Somehow the mix of wet dog, freshly cut flowers, and a very distinct earthy smell worked well together. I wasn’t used to this, but it was nice. I lived with a werewolf, but Grim never smelled this good! Maybe it’s all the flowers. Or maybe it's just female werewolves, because Grim usually stinks. Even more so if he’s used his nappy… I realised my mind had drifted off, so I quickly brought myself back down to earth and looked up at the grizzly woman. “Hi… Fifi…” I replied, indicating that I wouldn’t mind a rescue by her right about now. The corner of her mouth peaked, slightly, forming the subtlest of smiles, and she winked at me. “I’m so glad I found you, I’ve been looking everywhere for you, you’re needed back at work.” “Work? Excuse me, we’re kind of in the middle of something…” The Lamia replied. “Sorry… gotta go… emergency…” I said, shrugging my shoulders. You could see the Lamia visibly seethe with rage at her prey being taken from her, so much so that she quickly stood up and stared Fiona in the eyes, as if she was about to attack her. And because I’m psychic (well, I wish I was, I just happened to read the situation well!), she leapt forward to grab me like I predicted, but… Fiona’s reflexes were that bit quicker than that of my ‘date’, grabbing the woman by the throat with one hand, pulling me behind her with the other to increase the distance between the Lamia and me. “Don’t. Even. Dare.” Fiona growled, throwing the woman backwards with so much force that she flew through the air and crashed into a table, causing it to splinter and break under her weight. All the other patrons acted like this was just a normal daily occurrence, most of whom didn’t even look up from their drinks to see the commotion, which indicated just how seedy this place really was. “Fiona… you…” I said, unable to form sentences, in shock at what she had just done for me. “Come on, sweetpea, before she wakes up…” She replied, holding her hand out to me. I looked around her to see my ‘date’ knocked out, in the ruins of the table she had crashed into. Knowing this was my best opportunity, I grabbed Fiona’s hand as she hastily escorted me out of the bar. ------------------------------------------------   “Fiona… you…” “Are you alright, sweetie?” Fiona asked, looking me up and down for any visible signs of injury. “I’m fine… but you…” I tried to reply, before she cut me off again. “Look, we can talk in a minute, but it’s pissing it down with rain, let’s get inside before you catch a cold. If you can even catch one being a vampire…” “I can’t, but sure, where are we going?” “My shop. Come on.” “Your shop? Where is it?” She grabbed my hand again and pulled me across the street, away from the bar. And instantly, my question was answered. It was a flower shop. Literally right across the street from the bar I was in. ‘Lupinus Blooms’ it was called, with a very handmade looking sign above the shop window. She clearly was one of the smaller flower shops in the city, not one of the well-known ones, making her shop look very… quaint. It was cute really, much like her. She opened the door to the shop, pulled me inside quickly and looked around behind us, before closing the door, shutting the blinds down, and rushing over to the window to pull the blinds down for that too. “There, now when she wakes up, she won’t know you’re here.” She said, sitting on her workbench, which had a bunch of stems and flowers and price tags and scissors laying on them. “So that’s how you got here so quickly… I was a bit worried you were stalking me.” I laughed awkwardly as I wandered around her shop, looking at everything. All these beautiful bouquets, all the amazing smells… I had never been too fussed about flowers, mostly because I had never received any from anyone before, but I was quickly starting to realise why people liked them so much. The aroma coming from the various flowers was just… wow… “Oh sweetie… if I wanted to stalk you, I’d be able to smell you a mile off…” “Huh?” “Dog nose… I can smell you little babies easily.” She grinned at me. “I…” I blushed, quickly grabbing my skirt, realising there was no way to hide what she must have been able to smell. “Usually it’s either baby powder, pee, or… something else. You got two of three, well done!” She grinned at me, before her face turned sour and upset. “I’m sorry hun.” “Wait… what? Why are you sorry?” I asked, confused. “You were clearly on a date, weren’t you?” “I… yeah… maybe…” “I can tell by the beautiful dress… and the nappy you’re most likely wearing.” Guessing she was also in the running to be your Mummy?” “I… maybe…” “I’m glad I was here then, I’ve seen that woman a few times round this area, usually at that bar… always with a date, but never the same one. I had heard rumours… and when I saw her sitting, clearly waiting for someone, I figured I’d keep my eye on her, just in case. I wasn’t sure what I’d do if she did meet someone… but then I saw you walk in and sit down with her. Sorry I didn’t come over sooner, I was a bit worried I’d come across as some sort of creep!” “Oh no! Thank you! So much! Seriously, you saved me. I can’t believe you threw her across the room!” “Couldn’t have her taking you, could I? Not when I haven’t had the chance to ask you out on a date myself!” “I… thanks.” “I hate that this is the way we met for the first time, but I’m glad I found you before she got her hands on you…” “Oh! That reminds me!” “Huh?” She asked. “I… one second…” I opened my phone to see a few worried messages from Beatrice. So I quickly drafted a reply. Lucy: Hey, situation resolved. Friend helped me. The Lamia is still at Ronnie’s, if you want a ‘word’ with her before she runs away. She may be a little… unconscious right now. Beatrice: Glad you’re okay, kiddo! You’ll have to tell me the full story of how she ended up unconscious later though. Thanks for letting me know anyway, I need to go have a little chat with her… see if she’s actually started her new harem up, and stop it if she has. Are you safe now then? Lucy: Yeah. With a friend. Beatrice: What friend? Where? Should I come pick you up and bring you back? Lucy: With a… potential Mummy. One I found online. Beatrice: Did she stalk you? Lucy: She owns the flower shop across the street from Ronnie’s. She saw me in there, then came to my rescue. Beatrice: Well that’s lucky! Glad you’re okay. Give me a shout if she ends up being a creep too, got it? Lucy: Will do. She seems nice though. “Letting your friends know you’re okay?” Fiona asked, interrupting my concentration. I shut my phone quickly and put it in my bag, before looking up at her. “Yeah, just telling my friend where to find that woman.” “So she’s…” “Taking people, apparently. She did it once in the past but my friends stopped her, looks like they may have to do it again.” “Well that was close! Though you’re a vampire, I’m sure you can fight your way from her.” “I’m… not much of a fighter.” “D’aww… does someone need a big strong Mummy to protect her?” Fiona teased me. I blushed instantly and my gaze swiftly focused on the floor, trying its best not to look at her face as I knew that would make it worse. “I… umm… maybe…” “Well I hope whoever gets to be your Mummy, protects you well, whether it’s me or someone else. Would you like a drink? Or maybe I can give you a lift home?” After tonight, all I wanted was to hide away in my room for another decade, but something about this woman… “I could take a coffee…”       =======================================================   You called it! -------------------------------------------- Thinking of finally opening up short story commissions now too finally, now that my writers block seems to have subsided. 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In short stories like these, permanent regression gets me excited lol. But in long stories it often feels horrifying, I totally relate! I think this story twists the concept a bit, but explaining that is spoilers for the rest of the story. Regarding the "bleat," I like when animals make their noises, ha ha!

I posted a oneshot story here!