Cloth Diapers & Panties

64. My Ultimatum “Love you!” “One of these days, you’re going to answer the phone like that and it’s Dave the glazier or somebody, offering you a special offer,” Ffrances chided. “Who else but you is going to be calling from your phone?” “Someone who kidnapped me? And I hope you don’t love them so much.” “Depends. Are they cute?” While she chuckled, I took advantage of the pause to tap the speaker button, so I could continue looking through the fridge. I was feeling hungry, and I’d already started thinking about what to make for dinner. It would have to be something good; I needed her to be in a good mood so she’d tell me what she was setting up with Tess. I needed to know the details before I could use the new trigger, and I wanted to make sure I had every tool at my disposal to help her become a perfect little. “Okay, I won’t probe into how much you like my future abductors. But before we get too distracted, I need to tell you what I called for.” “Yeah, you should do that. Or come home and tell me, that’s more fun. So I can see you, and other things.” “Oh, yeah, I’m going to be late back. Don’t know how late yet.” “Should I hold off making dinner?” “I’m not hungry yet. If you are, you can treat yourself. I can warm something up later.” I hesitated, but kept looking through the available food. “Look, how about I do that spicy pasta bake, the one with the salami and stuff?” “The one where you started making paella and switched pasta for rice because you got distracted in the middle?” “Well, you said you liked it,” I said, blushing slightly at the memory. “And I can serve mine then stick it back in the oven on low if you’re not back yet. See how it goes. How long are you going to be? Do you need me to pick up Tess instead?” “No, it’s fine,” she said, which somehow made me even more determined that I was going to impress her today. She sounded a little frustrated, and I really hoped that I could distract her from whatever was causing it. “I got to Raybridge fine. But she’s hanging out with all her friends. Last day of school and all that, you know? They want to end on a high note if they’re not going to see each other for a couple of weeks. I’d guess it’ll take them thirty minutes to say their goodbyes, maybe an hour because some of them have got pizza to share. So I’ll get to know the other people in Tess’s life, maybe see who this Ciertowczki girl is so I know who to keep an eye on. I’ll bring her back when she’s ready, okay?” “Babe,” I said, doing my best to seem stern. It was harder than you might think; Ffrances was a naturally assertive person, and I was always nervous about upsetting her. I knew I had a strong maternal instinct, and I have been known to go into stern mother mode when talking to subordinates or others when I could see they weren’t taking enough time for self-care, or were shooting themselves in the foot on some issue. But my girlfriend was the one person I would never be able to treat as a child. She was too mature, too powerful, too commanding. Even if she joked about it, I knew that even a hint of condescension would make her uncomfortable. “I’ll be good, I promise. I’m not going to leave you for some high school girl.” “You try so hard,” I told her. “You could give her ten minutes then tell her it’s time to go, you know. You don’t have to put yourself out.” “I do if you want to have a happy little,” she corrected me. And I knew she was right, but I still worried that she might be stretching herself too thin. “I’ll make sure they’re okay, and I’ll bring her home when she’s comfortable with it, right? And I’ll take the scenic route, so we can talk on the way about what kind of hypnosis she wants. It might end up being a choice between this Christmas thing and whatever she’s asking for, but I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if her present has to wait for the new year.” I apologised for pushing, and said I looked forward to seeing her. After she hung up, I concentrated on putting together the best paella pasta bake ever. Okay, so the recipe had originated when my girlfriend distracted me for twenty minutes in the middle of cooking, and I confused the start of one meal with the end of the other thing I’d been considering. But that was just my inspiration, and it created something incredible, so I didn’t think there was any real reason to worry about it. This recipe really benefited from being cooked low and slow, so I think it was one of the best choices I could have made for when Ffrances and Tess would be back late. While it was cooking I found myself pacing up and down the kitchen again, thinking about all the things I was hoping Tess might want to try next, and the problems that she could cause for me. The worst case was that she was intending to see a doctor, and would ask to get rid of the hypnotic suggestions that she was currently using to control her bedwetting. That would make it harder for her, but a lot harder for me. Especially if she was planning to lie about all the diuretics, or about how an occasional accident helped her to relax. The little girl could be quite charming, and if she could convince Ffrances that she’d been wetting more than she wanted to, I was sure I would be answering some tough questions from my Mistress. I had to come up with the right answers just in case. I was so focused on the scenarios in my imagination, both the positive ones I’d been trying to set Tess up to get curious about and the disaster scenario of her denying everything, that I didn’t notice dinner was ready until it was already a little overcooked. Still, I thought it would be good enough. I scooped out a bowl of delicious pasta goodness, and coated the remainder with a protective layer of cheese before returning it to the oven on a much lower setting. I ate, and kept on waiting. I walked around the house and tried to throw myself into the chores, but there was little enough that needed doing. I should have been excited by the fact that Tess was – apparently – asking to be hypnotised again. But I couldn’t stop worrying that even if she wanted something consistent with her growing little headspace, having the courage to talk to Ffrances directly could undermine my control of her regression. Eventually, I heard an engine outside. The door opened and we said our greetings, before Ffrances dashed away. It was clear that talking on the road home had turned into an hour or more of circling the house, and I could understand her urgency. Tess was obviously feeling a little discomfort too, and I suspected I would have to wait for both of them before I could ask what they had been discussing. Tess said that she hoped they hadn’t kept me waiting too long, and that she thought she had something important to say, but I knew she was squirming too much to hold a serious conversation. This was just the opening platitudes. But I knew that I would be better able to answer her if I could frame the conversation before Ffrances rejoined us. And there was one way I could think of to do that; and test a theory at the same time. “You were out a long time,” I said. “You’re going to have an accident as soon as you’ve told me about it.” I probably added some other unimportant things as well, words to pass time while I watched for her response. There was a very brief flash of surprise in her eyes, she hadn’t expected me to say that. But she didn’t respond to it, or tell me that she was too old to have that problem. If she even realised what I had told her, it was a sure sign that she didn’t object to getting instructions like that; but still gave no proof of whether it would actually work. She rambled about pizza, and how she might have some pasta later. She shifted from one foot to the other, but her posture had changed a little now. Instead of preparing to leave the room as soon as she had said the bare minimum required to be polite, she was trying to get comfortable. “You wanted me to feel like a kid at Christmas,” she said, and her words had my attention again. I’d been hoping I could find some way to get her agreement without telling her what she was in for; but that was hard when Ffrances was a part of the conversation. She was too happy to tell the little one everything. “Did you talk about that already?” I tried to keep my response simple. Not the answer of someone who had got caught keeping secrets; I’d been meaning to share the plans with her as soon as we knew what they were. Did my face convey that helpful, open honesty? I certainly hoped that it did. Tess had a lot to say, squirming and hopping from one foot to the other constantly. Even if the suggestion didn’t actually make her pee, it seemed to stop her going to the bathroom until the time I’d specified. And this time, I didn’t know if that delay might be enough to cause an accident on its own. I promised myself that I would try to draw out this conversation if I could, so that I would know just how much control I had. A perfect plan formed in my head; and I wondered if Tess peeing on the kitchen floor while talking about how much she wanted to be babied could be framed as a confession that she wanted to be more helpless than she had said. If she was still shy, and said she was only exploring her headspace out of curiosity or some other excuse, perhaps she would be showing us that she wanted to have her control taken away. But that plan vanished almost immediately; what Tess had to say completely derailed my train of thought. She knew that the nursery hadn’t been left in that state by the house’s former owner. She’d been too observant, and knew that adult baby diapers were so much more expensive than actual baby ones; nobody would leave that much money behind. That shocked me, but I had been nervous about it ever since she moved in. But the thing that surprised me most was that she used terms like ABDL so freely. I knew I’d never introduced her to that one, although I might have used “little” as a noun, and given her an approximate explanation of a regressive headspace. Had she been researching this without me realising? And then real terror struck, as I thought about the mysterious rival in my office. They knew they would be in trouble revealing my interests in any public forum, but could they somehow have gotten in touch with my little, to sabotage everything I’d been doing? I froze, and didn’t know what I could do to fix any of this. Maybe I could say that the previous owners might have had a little. Perhaps that was how I’d found out about all this stuff. Or maybe I didn’t know, and she’d somehow found out more than I knew about it, when I was just thinking that littlespace might be a way to relax for her. But if she’d been digging so deeply, she might know that the Goodnites she had been using were the current designs, and those had been changed since I moved in here. Or she might even have looked up the BKS Supremes, which she’d certainly seen me wearing one of, and found that they were the next big thing in adult diapers when they were released six months ago. I didn’t know just how much she had worked out, and I couldn’t risk saying anything that she would know to be a lie. “I want to make it clear,” she said. “I’m not a baby. I don’t like being treated like I can’t do things for myself. Maybe it could be relaxing, but dismissing things I’m proud of is too uncomfortable for me. It feels like an insult. But when we were little for that afternoon, that’s different. Then I couldn’t be mad at you for saying I couldn’t walk and stuff, because it was true then.” “You want… acknowledgement?” I guessed, not quite understanding yet. “I’m sorry, I just want to help you. And you know that the headspace really does help you to relax, right? So–” “You want me to be a baby. I can kind of understand that. You want a little to look after, and that’s been on your mind since long before I sent you that first email. I looked like I might fit the role, perhaps, and once I was in that childish room, it’s too easy for you to think of me as the baby. So we need to do something about that, and I think I can see two ways to do it. I know you’ve been tidying up that box room opposite mine, so I could swap rooms. That’s not such a big deal, and it might remind you to treat me like an adult.” “I don’t think you–” I started to interrupt her, to say that she wasn’t old enough to make that kind of decision on her own, and that she would live in the room I provided while she was under my roof; but I knew before the end of the first syllable that would be the wrong thing to say. That left me with the option of thinking up another objection really fast, or ending with an undignified stammer into silence. I didn’t find out what my argument would have been, because Tess interrupted again. “Or,” she said, “I can try to play along. An adult doesn’t get to say no to everything just because they don’t like the idea. So many people are working jobs they hate because they need the money, or in situations they’d do anything to get out of. So the question I asked myself then is what I get out of it, and is it worth it for me. You want me to be a little kid for you to look after? I can live with that, but on my terms. I’ll give it a try, and see if I can learn to enjoy it. But you’ve been searching for a little. You know how hard it is to find someone willing. That’s not a problem I’ve ever had, but I know how important it is to you. I’ve got something you want, and I can say no any time I want. I could tell my parents, or ask the student mental health team to help me cope with an unusual home environment. But I hope you don’t want to push me that far.” I swallowed, and nodded. It hadn’t escaped my notice that while she delivered this ultimatum, she was bobbing from one foot to the other. I should try not to worry, I still had the power that mattered. Those triggers were still there; if I kept it subtle, I could still find a way to get her into littlespace, and then she would agree to more and more of what I wanted. Even if she said no, she would find herself changing her mind. As long as she had posthypnotic suggestions in her mind she couldn’t break free; and she would be scared to burn that bridge as long as she was wetting the bed. I could agree to stop, and then keep working on my original plan. I’d deviated from my original plan; done too much too fast, and maybe that was a bad idea. But the obstacle still wasn’t insurmountable. “Okay, I’ll try to stop teasing you when you do childish stuff. That just isn’t fair. And if you want I can bug Malcolm to get your room decorated in a more acceptable style. He might have an earlier space in his calendar.” Of course, I’d never called Malcolm. But she didn’t need to know that if I was playing along. “Is that enough?” “I want you to be happy,” she said, shaking her head slowly. Nervous, barely speaking at all now, so I had to lean closer. She was leaning forward as well, slowly bobbing, and her legs were pressed tightly together. “I want to help you if I can. I try to help everyone, not just myself, and that’s an important thing to me. So if you really want to treat me like a little kid, if you ask me to be your little, I might be willing to give it a try. You have to ask, not try to manipulate me, or bring it up when I’m in that little curious headspace so I can’t think about it properly.” “I knew you liked it really,” I said, the first hint at a smile returning. “Let me be clear. I’m not into it myself. It seems weird, and there’s parts of it that make me uncomfortable. But… there’s things that I do like. Not about being a child, but things that I could maybe learn about at the same time. If we like different things, but there’s a way we can both get what we want, I think that’s worth it. Everybody’s happy. So… I think you were planning something for Christmas. Presents appropriate for a little kid, and you wanted Ffrances to hypnotise me so I’ll be as excited as a little kid.” She waited for me to nod before continuing: “Right. Well that sounds like it might be kind of fun. So we’ll do that when I get back from San Lorenzo. Saturday, if that works for you. I’ve discussed it with Ffrances, and we’ve got a plan that I think would give us all what we want most. Not before I go away, because there’s things that I want to do first. And you want to treat me like I’m younger than I really am around the house? I can live with that, sometimes, as long as you’re willing to follow two rules. I already asked Ffrances, and she agrees that I’m within my rights to demand this much. So, two rules. You can accept them, or you can treat me like an adult for as long as I remain here. And don’t think about trying to weasel around this. I know I can’t force you to stop trying to act like my Mommy or something, but Ffrances can, and she will.” Those particular words hit home. I knew she meant it then, and I knew that she had genuinely asked Ffrances before coming home to lay down the law. That turn of phrase was what my Mistress always said when she wanted me to know that crossing her on this would never be forgiven. What could I do except nod?

personally.... i don't see the need to bring CHILDREN to a pride event....

To me the pharmacy industry in general has gone down the shitter. Not just Walgreens though they did end up irritating me enough to where i stopped using them because they somehow never had my prescription, which is a common one in stock, but all the added BS from them. But also CVS has gotten annoying as they automatically autofill things without actually checking the prescription itself. For instance, if I am given 60 pills, and the script is for ONE pill per day...... WHY ARE YOU FILLING IT AFTER 30 DAYS??? Especially if I DID NOT OPT IN FOR AUTO REFILLS?!?!

Is it? That diaper is less revealing than most swimsuits. Really doubt seeing an adult in a diaper is going to be traumatic to a child. 

I'm in a routine with my changing, it's a breeze now. I'm thinking about applying nappy rash cream like Sudocrem after each change. I love the smell of Sudocrem and I really like the feel when it's on my bottom. I have been using it for months and no problems and it does really help if I'm sore after diarrhea. Is it okay to use it all the time for double incontinence? On the Sudocrem websites it days use it after each change but on google AI it says it can cause problems like dry skin. How do you find using nappy rash all the time?