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By cute little kokiri girl · Posted
Evelyn stopped getting out the supplies when her daughter had said those words, "oh sweetie you're no trouble at all Sherry's just going through a difficult time, she's still a little girl and this is all new to her, don't worry when she gets older she'll definitely like you, her parents and big sister already like you." -
Many of my friends know, but strictly under the heading of incontinence. I am much more confident about sharing the fact but only with close friends. Generally they are more embarrassed than me and it is never mentioned again. I have mentioned to one or two that I like childish things, and they can see that in my office at home there are loads of toy cars etc. As for the ABDL nappies … no they are kept quiet!! -
Just revisiting this thread. Good answers everyone, thank you. I have got older and am not feeling as childish as I used to, sadly. I guess now I have to be contented by just wearing shorts, some serious and some less so. I still wear t-shirts with loads of images/writing. The most childish is probably a ‘Popeye’ image. I do still wear exclusively ABDL nappies and my home made terry nappies have childish themes, trucks/sharks/spaceships, but those are only for me (and wife) to see, well, maybe if the neighbours arrive and they are on the washing line they might have a laugh (they know I am incontinent!!!).
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By Kitty Angel · Posted
94. My Mistress’s Wrath I could tell Ffrances was getting upset when I brought up that Tess had made her mess her diaper. She’d been pretty calm when she first looked back on the day’s events, maybe even a little childlike. But all I had to do was mention that, and I could tell she was ready to think about discipline. “Did you tell her to do that?” she asked, after a few seconds to think. “Of course not. I think she can be a good baby without involving you. She should never –” “Gabby,” she spoke sharply, and I dropped into silence as she put a finger to my forehead. “That’s not what I meant. Tell me the truth. Did you try to make Tess mess?” “Yes,” I answered. “But she always had the choice. She could have chosen not to say she was that little.” “Did she accept it voluntarily? Or was there some kind of bargaining chip there?” “I said if she accepted it, I’d use the other trigger so she could use the potty. Tell her not to have an accident.” I wondered if the next question would be about why Tess was having accidents. I’d told Ffrances that I didn’t plan to do that unless she gave me some sign that she wanted it; but as far as I could tell Tess had triggered herself by accident. There was no way I could be held responsible for that. “And you already made her crave the potty, didn’t you? She accepted the suggestion without knowing what it was. So she didn’t have the choice at all. You were trying to work around the restrictions on the trigger. And I am not impressed. Gabby, I told you that what happens today is Tess’s choice. That was the point. And you manipulated her.” “I’m sorry,” I whimpered. When she put it like that, she gave the impression that I was being cruel to the little one, and that wasn’t what I had intended at all. I just wanted to push her into doing that, so she would realise that it was natural for a little. But could I have pushed too hard, resulting in Tess lashing out? “I never thought she’d do that to you. Perhaps that’s my fault, but I think she still needs some kind of discipline so that–” “No,” Ffrances cut me off. This wasn’t a broken girl who needed support; there was anger there now, and she was using the Mistress voice that always made me weak at the knees. “We had quite some discussion about limits before today. We agreed on what’s acceptable and what isn’t, didn’t we? You told me your plans, and how far you expected it to go. I promised Tess that I knew what you were planning, and that you would respect her limits.” “That’s still no excuse for forcing you into–” “You promised not to try anything she’s uncomfortable with. And you broke your word. She promised to abide by the limits I suggested. I said that anything you tried to make her do, whether she accepted it or not, was fair game. So no, she didn’t break the rules. She thought about what might help me feel small, and tried to find a compromise between everyone’s desires. I’m starting to think she might be more suited to the Mommy role than you are. I didn’t expect that last one at all, but there’s a big difference between unexpected and inappropriate. You crossed a line there, Gabby, only you.” “No,” I said, and shook my head. “Well, maybe I went too far, but so did she. Remember, I wasn’t even going to make her wet her diaper. But she did that all by herself. She said it was a mistake. She was trying to do that to you, and she said ‘we’ by mistake. That’s already over the line. And it tells me that she really wanted it, even if she says she doesn’t. Like you said, she’s really interested in losing control more than babying. I wasn’t sure if I should have stopped it there. But I thought that pushing it a little further might make her realise how she’s making you feel.” “And how should I feel?” That was a question with barbs. She was hugging me close, still looking for comfort after her experience. But I knew there was a wrong answer to that question, and for now I couldn’t be sure what it was. “Gabby, don’t spoil this, please. Today was Christmas, at least for the little ones. It was supposed to be a day of pure fun. And–” another tap on my head to make me listen, when she could tell I was about to say something about how Tess had tried to spoil her enjoyment. “And Tess knew exactly what to say to make me feel like a real baby. You were less focused; you couldn’t stop talking to me like an adult even when I wasn’t, so I didn’t understand half of what you were saying. But that’s just the details. It’s been a great day, so please don’t spoil it now.” I turned my head to one side as soon as she allowed me to move, and kissed her deeply. Yet again, I couldn’t believe how lucky I’d been in meeting such a strong woman. She’d been through so much, way more than I ever anticipated, just so that I could make Tess my little. And even after being completely infantilised, she wasn’t giving up. “So…” she said, a second later. “I think Tess said she’ll still be a little girl when she comes down again. Think I should be little too? Even if she’s only feeling the residual effects from the previous suggestions, helping her to feel little when she wears childish clothes, I think she’d enjoy being my big sister again. To remind her that she can be whatever level of little she is comfortable with.” “Okay,” I said. “But we need to make it clear to her that you’re not really a little. She can play a bit, but we should tell her right out that she is absolutely not allowed to make you incontinent again. Do you think that would be enough, or has she earned a spanking already?” Then there was a long sigh. I couldn’t work out what Ffrances was thinking, but there was clearly a battle going on in her mind. Between her discomfort over what had happened and her desire to see the little one happy, perhaps? Then she pushed me hard back on the bed, and stared at me firmly. “No. I asked you not to spoil a perfect day, Gabby. But you just can’t leave it alone, can you? No, you are not going to spank her, but you can have a spanking if you want. And you’re not going to tell her I’m no little, because I am. I knew it the first time I read one of those articles you shared on FriendSpace. I read those words and I saw myself in it. But you’re so caught up with this fantasy of me as your perfect dominant that you couldn’t listen. I asked you to baby me a dozen times before I’d even heard of your cousin John or his daughter. And you acted like I was joking, because it didn’t fit into your fantasies of who you want me to be. Or you misunderstood me, or pretended not to hear. Or you said you knew I was just doing that to please you, and you couldn’t put me through that. I wasn’t, this is what I wanted. And I couldn’t work out how to make you understand. When Tess told me that she knew you wanted an adult baby, I was so happy. She was going to give you an ultimatum, to make sure that you properly agree on limits before she regresses, and that was an offer you couldn’t refuse. And I asked if she would like a baby sister.” “What?” I found my tongue long enough to ask. She was raising her voice now, and I couldn’t see where this was coming from. Maybe she was trying to justify what had just happened, pretending she’d always been okay with it so she wouldn’t feel so helpless. “The last rule she set down, that you’re not allowed to treat her like a baby unless she has a little sister. I asked her to add that. Because you wouldn’t believe me when I just asked you, but I thought you might give in when it was the only way Tess would play along. And then today… she gave me exactly what I’d been wanting. And it was incredible. I loved it, the whole day. Eating with my fingers, making a mess, struggling to open presents, and needing her to help me with every little thing. It was all I had been hoping for. She gave me every trigger you offered, whether or not she wanted to try them herself, because that’s what I asked her to do beforehand.” “Yeah, but…” I started, and then thought again. I’d done my best to come up with suggestions that would make Tess feel excited, and make her willing to spend more time as a little. That had been the whole point of a lot of the stuff with presents. I chose my words carefully so I could build habits that were hard to break. Apparently Ffrances’s understanding of hypnosis hadn’t helped as much as I might have hoped when it came to avoiding that trap. She would be back to normal soon enough, but for now she was craving more of what I’d told her to enjoy. But there was one thing that had happened without any triggers to make her enjoy it, and I was sure that would help her to think clearly again. “But the diapers… Before I did anything like that, she made you…” “Made me piss myself? Yeah, I need to thank her for that.” I would have responded right away, but something had just occurred to me, and I was replaying the words in my head. It made more sense now, and I felt like I understood how the hypnosis worked for Tess a little better. At the start of the day, I’d told Tess that if she tried to make Ffrances wet she would have an accident. A surprise, I had said, and I now knew that daytime suggestions like that could work. Now the block had been lifted from my mind I could remember, and I realised that Tess would subconciously set up a scenario that made sense for her. Rather than just peeing, if I told her to have an accident she would drink too much and get desperate. Or this time, perhaps her subconscious mind had decided that the most natural way to have an accident then was to say “we” instead of “you” when she triggered Ffrances. Now I knew why Tess had needed my help to stop wetting; because she’d inadvertently given them both the same trigger, and it was one that was going to last the rest of the day. I smiled briefly, congratulating myself for figuring out what had happened. But I had to pay attention, because Ffrances was still talking. “I was curious how it would feel,” she said. “And now we’ve tried it, I’m going to tell her that she’s allowed to do that to me whenever she wants. No, don’t argue. I’m not forcing you to change my diapers, it seems you’re a little mad about that. But if Tess is willing to do it, or if I can change myself when I get back to adult, it’s a really good way to get deeply into that headspace. So stop talking about punishing her for doing as I asked. This is your last warning. When we’re both little, Tess has control of my potty training, and she can do it whatever way she wants. If you want to be able to trigger me directly, I can try being little when it’s just the two of us. But if you want to be a good Mommy domme, you could learn a lot from Tess.” “I’m… sorry…” I didn’t know what else to say. Those words cut so deep, I knew I had to improve. But parts of her rant were so over the top that I soon realised she couldn’t mean it. She was just putting me down, a burst of pure aggression to burn off all the big domme energy before going back to being ‘little sister’. She was just putting me in my place, reasserting our usual dynamic for a few minutes because it would help both of us keep a clear head later this evening. “Okay. I messed up this afternoon, and I’ll learn to do better. Please forgive me.” “Of course, darling,” she said and leaned down for a kiss. There was no way I could have fought her, and after a pretty rough discussion I was feeling like I understood my world again. How much of what she had said was a temporary side effect from her trance, and how much was to put me off balance so that I’d feel weak and helpless, I didn’t know. But I was sure that we would be properly back to normal soon enough. I returned the kiss, and whispered a few words about how much I loved her taking control. Minutes later she was tugging my pants off, and then she was holding me down firmly, spanking me until I cried out. “So…” she said, after I’d had a few minutes to recover. “Is Tess waiting for us?” “Could be. You think we should…” “It’s been a good Christmas. Let’s make the best of it. I’m getting younger again. I’m four years old, and I’m going to experience all the little things that Tess says.” “Good girl,” I kept on praising her while I got dressed again. It was strange to talk to my Mistress like that, but I knew she was probably right on one thing: feeling like she was in control would help Tess to be more comfortable with the things that had happened. For now, I would go along with it, treat them both like little girls, and help her to learn how to be a good little. Getting Ffrances out of that mindset could be left until later. -
By astrodiaper · Posted
I dunno. The last big day of Frontier Days and the parade goes right by my apartment, so I can't get in and out like I would prefer to. Maybe sandwiches....
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