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By BabyLouise · Posted
When I am travelling for work and wearing, I get diapers sent to a pick up location near where I am staying or delivered to the hotel. I like the fact that my diaper use does mean I need to take extra steps to accomodate it -
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By Padded_Outlaw · Posted
I’ve written about it some already on this site, but I discovered this year that it’s something I’m into. Strictly DL, not AB. Not into peeing or messing, but water play, I like a lot. I’m used to being the most dominant person on the street or in the room. But at the end of a long day, I shower, get padded, and my wife K is very playful with me. She becomes dominant and I adore that side of her. Especially how it builds her confidence in herself. K wasn’t even fazed when I discovered this was a thing for me and told her. She thought it was cute and very sexy. Sexy that I could be vulnerable with her. K embraces this part of me. I’m not ashamed of this. I like this. She likes this. I’m happy to do a diapered striptease in front of her with Megadeth playing lol. At the end of the day and when I’m in the mood, I love to shower, get padded, crack a beer, and spend time with her, just chilling. Or be K’s diapered sex slave, when the mood is right. 😂 This is just a part of me, just something I like. I own it. -
Regret for me this morning as I am staying with family so can't wear at all, and I have just used the toilet and pushed out the perfect large, semi-firm mess that would have felt fantastic in my nappy. It would have been enough to make a tent at the back, and that wonderful crinkling sound as it curled around and settled into the seat. I would have very much enjoyed wadding around at home with that warm, sticky lump in the back, making my nappy sag... -
By Kitty Angel · Posted
Good to have you Are you reading both stories, or just this one? I'd be interested to hear how someone's opinion of Gabby (and theories about the stuff she doesn't know) develops if you're only seeing one side of the story. 42. My Next Steps Tess was already awake when we got downstairs, and had sorted out her own breakfast. It wasn’t quite as much effort as I would normally have put in; she had found cereal in the cupboard and poured herself a bowl. But the rich scent of Ffrances’s favourite coffee filled the air, and there were two mugs of steaming joe standing on the side. I was going to say thank you, but then hesitated as something else struck me. Tess was happy; there must be a song stuck in her head, because one finger was moving in the air like she was conducting an invisible orchestra, and she might just have been singing along. Happy and carefree, I thought. She had really enjoyed yesterday, which was an incredible relief. If she genuinely liked her time as a small child, it would be so much easier to convince her to take it up more often. “You’re happy today,” I said. “Enjoyed being young again that much?” “No,” she answered, but the smile never faded. “I mean… it was amazing. I still can’t believe how different that hypnosis thing can make you feel. It’s incredible, and I hope we can try it again some time. Maybe without getting so muddy this time. And without… well…” “I’m sorry I went too far,” I said. “I think I kind of flipped out over not being in control. Or I went back to before I learned to be a good person. I used to be a bit of a bully, and maybe that was on my mind when I thought about being a child. I’m sorry. But now that I’ve experienced it, I think being a little kid isn’t for me. I won’t be going back that far again. Your age, I think that would be great, but no further. I could be a babysitter, but I’ve got too many insecurities to be a baby.” It was a hard thing to say, but I was sure it was the right thing. Giving Tess a little subconscious nudge, playing on her desire to prove that she was the responsible one. She would never want to admit she had those same insecurities herself. “Yeah, it’s good. I mean, you were being pretty harsh, but I still got to try something that felt amazing. And even when you went… too far… there’s good parts. I found something that might work for me, anyway. I asked Ffrances about the other thing. You know, that we talked about? So I think that’ll be a lot easier in future. Just might need somebody to tell me…” she mumbled, and went quiet. But I could see her summoning up all her reserves of courage, before she continued: “To tell me not to have an accident. Before bed. Would you do that for me?” “I will,” I said. “When you need it. I promise.” I hoped Ffrances wouldn’t say anything more there. It would have been so easy for everything to fall apart in a moment, if she wondered why Tess was asking for the negative suggestion. But it could easily have made sense with her existing worldview. If Tess asked me to make her wet the bed, I would need to have the courage to say ‘no’ when she needed it. Ffrances had probably told her that she needed to not overuse the trigger, and I’d said something similar. So Ffrances would understand Tess’s request as making sure I knew I was supposed to refuse her at times. “Anyway, it’s sunny again. I can’t believe it was so warm last night, don’t think we’ll get much more of this.” “I know!” Ffrances beamed. “You got any plans?” “Well, I was going to ask. I wanted to meet up with a friend today, if that’s okay?” “Sure. I’ll give you a lift into town,” I answered quickly. “You mean now? I guess that’s why you’re up so early. Just let me grab a bagel. So–” “I could give you a ride if you prefer,” Ffrances cut me off. “I could do with checking in at work for a few minutes, make sure everything’s going okay without me. You know?” “That would be great. If you’re going that way, you might as well.” “Yeah,” I joined in. “We can–” “You should probably clean up a bit, honey. Yesterday was fun, but I think we need to take more precautions about muddy carpet next time. Tess and I can have a few minutes of quality time on the drive. We should get to know each other a little better if we’re going to spend time in the same house.” “Sure,” I nodded, just a little nervous. From previous experience, I was confident that ‘quality time’ meant a conversation with certain words injected at strategic intervals, strengthening the posthypnotic suggestions in the little girl’s head without explicitly mentioning them. It was a method she was particularly proud of, and I had seen how powerful it could be. But the girl had said “a friend” rather than giving a name, which made me suspect she meant the little thug who’d been grooming her. I didn’t want her seeing him; but I also couldn’t ask without creating more drama. And tension might make it harder for Ffrances to do what she needed to do. I could only take solace in the fact that Tess was well on her way to being a sweet, innocent child again. While they were gone, I set the vacuum running like Ffrances had suggested. It could usually take care of dust on its own, but when there were a few muddy marks on the carpet in places they wouldn’t normally have been, it would need a manual instruction to switch to shampoo-and-dry mode, and I would need to empty the dirty water tank afterwards. Once it was working I headed upstairs again, to see just how much our supplies had been depleted. I returned the baby powder and wipes to their places in the nursery. The diaper drawer was no longer neatly backed, but had a tin space at one end where two had apparently been used. I wondered if Tess had worn one and asked Ffrances not to tell me, or if I’d been changed somewhere in the confusion of the night before. But in either case, there were still 34 diapers neatly lined up from one side of the drawer to the other. Enough to last until Tess actually asked me to order more. I found time to send a message to Tess on FriendSpace as well. To let her know that I hadn’t enjoyed being a baby as much as I might have hoped. I thanked her for helping me, and said that I would still appreciate it if she would show enough interest so I would have an excuse to try it again. But in future, I wanted to set a lower age limit of fourteen for myself. It wasn’t quite true, but it was true enough. That would be enough for me to get her involved, give her an excuse to be younger, without risking a repetition of this week’s farce. I was just hitting ‘send’ when I heard the door open, and Ffrances called out a greeting. She said that she’d dropped Tess off in Pine Ridge rather than going all the way to Raybridge or the old town. That was reassuring, because I was pretty sure that she’d said the boy lived to the far side of her school. And then we had the whole afternoon together, which we spent reading comic books about mafia enforcers getting harassed by a ghost. It was an interesting story, and I could easily get into it; but I also took note of the distinctive art style. If I could understand both the style and the substance, I could really get into the heads of the fans. And I suspected that my clients at Claughton would be happy if they could see some subtle influences, the kind that only the most hardcore fans would consciously recognise, from the earliest days of the franchise. Ffrances was reading newer releases, some of her favourites. But she was always there to answer my questions, or to recommend the ones I should read next. I’d never been more thankful for my girlfriend’s well-hidden inner nerd. The rest of the day wasn’t particularly eventful. A lot of time reading, a little fooling around, attending to the vacuum once or twice, getting takeout from Xiao Lung’s, and watching whatever new releases the TV guide recommended to us. I resisted the urge to interrogate Tess when she came home, and instead offered her a single glass of wine. She sat with us in front of the television for half an hour, and then excused herself to complete the last of her weekend homework. We were heading up to bed when she stepped out of her room, blushing slightly. “Did you want another glass?” I asked. “We’re going to get an early night, because we both have an early start in the morning. But the bottle–” “No, thanks. I didn’t sleep so well last night, so I’d better get my head down. And I’m kind of excited as well, trying something new.” She paused, embarrassment showing in every gesture, before she looked up to address Ffrances. “So… Can I try the thing? So I can rest easy instead of thinking about it, wondering if it will work. Please? Can you tell me…” That was all she would be able to say. I could recognise that tension now, and I wondered if I should ask her what she wanted, or test out the new trigger right then. I didn’t know how powerful it would be yet, or if it would be better to give her a little more reinforcement first. Would Ffrances prefer if I said ‘yes’ or ‘no’ for the first few times? “Of course,” Ffrances didn’t hesitate nearly as much. “Tess, you will have an accident in bed tonight. Don’t forget to wear a diaper, just in case.” My heart stopped, and I was holding my breath as I waited to see the little one’s response. “You don’t need to remind me,” she pouted. “I can take care of myself. But thanks.”
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