2011

Chapter 51: Leak Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Chloe       I leaked! I actually leaked! I never leak! Mostly because when I do rarely wear any sort of padding on my own, I make sure to change myself before this happens. But no, the one time I let someone else take charge, I leak! But by the look on Sam’s face… I swear there’s a 50% chance she planned this. Especially with that huge grin on her face. Here I was, mortified that I had leaked all over her… and she looked like she couldn’t care less. She actually looked… happy about it! Maybe she had planned it… “You okay, baby?” she asked, in her sickeningly sweet voice of hers that could melt my heart no matter what was going on.dfs “I… umm…” “Don’t worry, it didn’t get on the sofa, only Mummy. And Mummy can be washed a lot more easily.” I wanted to giggle at that, but I was still mortified. I needed to clean everything up. Or… have Sam clean it all up. She’s the Mummy, right? I don’t want to assume or push things on her… I don’t want to be like one of those pushy littles… but I know it’s her responsibility. “What’s up, Duckie?” she asked, sounding concerned. Fuck. “I… fine… I’m fine…” I mumbled. “You clearly don’t sound fine. Are you silently freaking out that you leaked? Do you want Mummy to clean you up right away? Are you worried about asking for it?” I didn’t know what to say, so I just looked at the floor, twiddling my fingers in front of me. “I…” “Come on then, petal. Mummy needs to get us both cleaned up.”   We stood there, in the bathroom… and I felt really icky. I’m just glad we are changing now. Maybe I could jump in the shower or something.  I seemed to be in my own little world as she began unsnapping the onesie below my nappy, pulling it up… over my head… exposing my chest… leaving me standing in her bathroom… completely naked, bar the nappy that was drooping heavily between my legs. “Let’s get this off and get you in the shower…” Mama said as she threw the nappy on the floor nearby and turned back to me. But just as she was about to reach down for the tapes of my nappy, she pulled herself back a bit and looked at me… then at the shower… then grinned at me again. That’s when she grabbed the bottom of her top and pulled it up over her head, throwing it on the bathroom floor with the soaked onesie. “What are you- OH…” It took me way too long to realise her plan… what she had figured out in that moment just now. But at least I realised it! So I watched in awe as she began stripping off all her clothes, dropping them in the same pile on the floor. And as each piece of clothing fell, my jaw dropped that bit more. If she had any more clothing to take off I’m sure my jaw would’ve hit the floor… “Right, now you’re the only one wearing anything… so let’s get that nappy off, shall we, babygirl?” she growled at me. “Y… yes… yes Mummy…” I breathed heavily, as she stepped closer, close enough to touch… close enough to kiss… And oh boy did I want to kiss her right now… I wanted to kiss every inch of that gorgeous body of hers. Though I’d probably need a step-stool to reach the higher parts. I was probably drooling at this point, but I didn't care. She’s beautiful. Amazing. She’s worthy of worship. And if she’ll have me, I’ll spend the rest of my days worshipping that gorgeous woman… The thud of the soaked nappy hit the ground, knocking me out of my trance. “Oh wow… you really did need a change! How about we get you in the shower… clean you off…” As she kept speaking, she reached over into the shower and turned it on. But I didn’t know how much longer I could keep it contained. I needed her. Now. This moment. But it was clear she could tell… because her grin was growing by the second. “Something the matter, baby? Want something?” Sam teased. “I… umm…” “Use your words…” she growled, her words flowing through my horny brain, turning up the intensity. This woman would make an excellent demon in Hell. She’d be able to torture anyone… and now I’m imagining her with red skin and horns and… I couldn’t take it any longer. I need her. So that’s when I pushed her back into the shower, water cascading down our naked bodies, pressing her back against the tiled wall at the back of the shower. My anxious brain made sure to check she was comfortable and was safe, before she nodded at me, likely reading my mind. It’s not like I’m a difficult book to read, I guess it’s appropriate that I’m more like a baby book than a thick novel. But thankfully, that nod was all I needed, so I began pressing my lips against her skin, not caring about the water that was running down it. “Looks like someone’s eager…” This was our first time together. Like… since we got back together. And I’ve been wanting her for a long time now, and by the sounds of it, she’s been wanting me just as much. So we need to make sure this moment is special. And hey, I’ve never had shower sex before. So it’s a first for me at least. Not going to ask her if it’s the same for her, it’ll ruin the moment. And I’m sure I’ll do that eventually, but I’m not going to do it with that. So I continued kissing her intimately, making my way down from her shoulders… further down… until my lips were wrapped around her nipples. And that’s when I tried something… “Such an intimate tongue you’ve got, little one…” I wasn’t going to respond. My response will be with my actions. I want to please her. I want to make her happy. I want to make her moan. “Just be careful with- OH… oh that’s it… good girl…” Those two words were all the encouragement I needed, so I kept my mouth firmly in place whilst I began massaging her breasts with my hands. “I can tell you’re going to be fun to breastfeed…”   Suddenly I was in the middle of two headspaces.   Do I continue, making her feel good, being devoted and submissive? Or do I flip to being little? Because what she just uttered has pushed me far into that direction, and I could feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment. Breastfeeding… I had never thought about that! Can I? Can… she? Oh god… that’s more research to do, I guess… “You okay, babygirl?” “I… uh… yeah…” I said, my words muffled slightly by her breast. Clearly that wasn’t good enough for her, so she took me by the shoulders, pushing me back slightly, pulling my mouth away from her boob. “Sweetie… do you know the traffic light system?” she asked, as she held me still in front of her, the hot water from the shower continuing to run down our naked bodies. “I… uh huh…” I replied, standing still in a weird state of dissociation. “Colour?” she asked. “...Not sure…” She looked concerned. Fuck. I fucked up. I fuck everything up. She pulled me close, wrapping her arms around me, making my head press against her chest, as she began stroking my hair. “It’s okay. No more for now. Just a nice shower together, okay baby?” “Buh…” “If you can tell me what was the problem, we can continue. After fixing whatever it is, of course. Otherwise we just have a nice shower, then we go cuddle.” “Just… was horny… then…” “Then I pulled out the little stuff with the mention of breastfeeding?” she asked. I could feel my cheeks burning even hotter, and it wasn’t the water from the shower. I quickly found I couldn’t respond verbally, so I nodded, staring down at our feet and the flow of water around them. “Have you not really been submissive whilst little?” she asked, stroking my shoulder gently. “I… um… no… why?” “That explains it. It’s okay! I’m sorry baby, some people have their little and their submissive sides very separate, some people have a lot of crossover. It’s okay to have your little stuff be its own thing.” “I… umm… never thought about doing the subby stuff with the little stuff. Except for spankins…” I mumbled. “We can have a proper chat about that later, okay baby? We can find out what you need and what you want, and go from there. But let’s just wind down, get you all cleaned up, then into some comfy jammies. I think I have a cute nightshirt that’ll fit you.” “Buh…” “But what, poppet?” she asked, in that soft, reassuring Mummy voice she does so damn well. “Buh… sexy times…” She giggled, adorably, before stroking my face lovingly. “We can do that another time. Don’t worry, we’ve got plenty of time for that.” “Buh shower…” “Wanted to do it in the shower, eh?” She didn’t say another word, and she certainly didn’t allow me to say anything, not before she pressed her soft lips against mine and cupped my face in her hands. “I promise you, baby, we can have shower sex. Maybe tomorrow, okay?” she said, once she finally released her lips from mine. “I’mma hold you to that…” I mumbled, excitedly. “You can definitely hold something…” she teased, making me hide my face into her chest as an automatic response. Despite us not having sex, it was nice being intimate with each other as we washed each other in the shower, though it was very much one-sided, with her doing most of the washing for both of us. She was definitely treating this like aftercare, despite us doing barely anything… but I’m not going to complain. It was nice having all this intimate attention. Plus she said we could try again tomorrow. But that’s after a talk tonight, apparently.    She had prepared everything for this ‘little talk’. Maybe she had gone a bit overboard, but honestly? The amount of care and thought she’s putting into this makes me feel more special than I’ve ever felt with someone. A lot more special than Nat ever made me feel. Lydia was lovely, and she made sure to make me feel special… but she couldn’t love my little side, especially not the way Sam does. So the blankets, the stuffies, the binge-watchable TV in the background, the snacks, the cups of hot chocolate resting on the coffee table… It was all amazing. Though it did feel like it put a lot more pressure on what should be a normal conversation, so that was making my anxiety spike a bit. “So…” she began, trailing off, clearly unsure of how to start this. “So…” “Have you really never mixed your two sides before?” “I… umm… no…. Not fully,” I replied, awkwardly. “What do you mean by ‘not fully’?” “I mean… I’ve flirted a bit whilst feeling little. And then there's spankins… and… and… umm… no, that’s it. Because I never really did anything little with Lydia… and Nat… she was mostly just controlling and focusing on the little stuff.” “So you’ve never wanted to be tied up whilst in a nappy? Forcibly regressed? Made to orgasm over and over again until your nappy is soaked?” “THOSE ARE THINGS YOU CAN DO?” Oops. Maybe I was a little too excited and loud about that… And all she did was smile at me in that way she does whenever she thinks I’m being cute. “You are so adorably innocent, my love. I could just eat you up.” “So… mix and match BDSM with… ageplay?” “Didn’t you do research?” she asked, tilting her head at me. “Yeah! But I didn’t go down the darker rabbit hole. More just the softer side to it all…” “Well I know you’re into BDSM. You had that with Lydia, and you enjoyed it. And I know for a fact you like being my little babygirl…” I blushed and nodded, trying to hide my smile right now. Because she’s not wrong, I do love it. “So why not try a bit of both… at the same time?” “So… being tied up… and nappies?” “Exactly! Maybe even a few forced orgasms whilst you’re tied up. Wands work amazingly with nappies.” I must have shown my shock on my face, as Sam just started giggling. Well… I know what I’m trying as soon as I have the opportunity to… “I… never really linked anything sexual to it. But hearing that… that sounds hot. What was that about ‘forced regression’?” Sam’s face lit up even more. “Oh that’s an especially fun one!” “How does that work? What happens?” “You get regressed. But you resist. I think it’s pretty self-explanatory.” “So… I pretend I don’t want it… and you regress me anyway?” “Yeah, it’s as simple as that. You say ‘no, I don’t want to be a baby!’ and I ignore you and put you in a nappy and a humiliatingly infantile outfit. Maybe tease you. Train you.” “Train me?” “Yeah. Maybe I train you to associate pleasure with acting babyish, so you give in and start regressing just for release…” I swear I need to do better research next time. I’ve been into this for like nearly a year now, and I didn’t know THIS WAS AN OPTION! “You’re drooling a little…” Sam teased. “I… umm… can we write these down? I think we need to make a list.” “Of things you want to try? Or things you want to avoid?” I raised my eyebrow and stared her down. “Which do you think?”         ===================================================== Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! 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Aiko and Konyo instantly sat down, took their spoons and started eating the porridge, “yummy,” Aiko smiled between two bites. She ate quickly, and so did Konyo. “Rei, what is wrong?” Konyo turned to her, “eat and drink. Our diapers won’t stay clean, but Azumi takes care of them.” He took the baby bottle and started sucking.

I think it's okay to have a "lava load" in your diaper.

"Unpotty Training" is a personal issue only you can answer. I don't want to become incontinent but I love the freedom and naughty sensations of wetting my diaper whenever, wherever, with whoever, with discretion. It's liberating, warm comfy, and convenient to just relax and wet my diaper. I also mess my diaper but I never expose an innocent non-consenting person to stinkies, against my DIAPER CODE OF ETHICS,

Just like potty training required practice, repetition, reinforcement/praise for using the toilet, so does reverse potty training require practice, repetition and "Very good sweety for wetting (or messing) your diaper." If you don't have a partner, might want to look into ABDL hypnotic tapes that reinforces in a soothing voice wetting or messing your diaper. I used to have a hypnotic tape that was quite well done, but I no longer have it, and certainly don't need it now. I wet my diaper whenever and wherever without anyone knowing. I reserve messing my diaper to the solitude of the early morning, against my DIAPER CODE OF ETHICS to expose an innocent, non-consenting person to stinkies, not even my wife.