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By rusty pins · Posted
Another Abena L4 today, no plastic pants. I almost wet it before I finished taping it on! I should get my order of L4 and Crinklz Buccaneers diapers in the next 2 days. -
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(author's note: I decided to revisit and continue this story. I liked it at its base but didn't like where it is going. I edited each of the last three updates, and will be continuing from there. If you are just reading now for the first time, ignore this and keep going Thank you for your patience and please enjoy/comment! ) "Take your mask off when in public, Oliver," he said, as if it was something obvious he was explaining to a child. "Oh, sorry," I sad, and fumbled around for the straps. He just smiled in reply. Miranda waved at a passing car, and it pulled up. "This is our uber," she said, voice a bit slurred. I assumed mine was worse after the strange cocktails I had had. We drove through the city lights to a tower, art deco in style, and which retreated back from the street in a series of levels that reminded me of a layered cake. Michael got out, then reached in and took my hand to help me out. My head was buzzing. From excitement, confusion, the alcohol, or all of it, I wasn't sure. We gathered into a gold plated elevator with another couple, and Michael hit the button for one of the top floors, while the other couple hit one for half way up. We rode in silence until they got out. "Is that, is that the only place for that?" I asked, hoping the question made more sense. "No, not at all," Miranda said. "There are a bunch of them we can show you. Clubs, cafes, restaurants, friendly homes. There is even a gym. They are all safe places for us to be the way we are." I nodded. I tried to imagine a restaurant staffed by people in some of the costumes I saw. I imagined a man in drag, dressed in a maid's costume, serving tables. A second later I was blushing again, realizing I was picturing myself. Would they spank the cross dressed maid if they got an order wrong? Could they get an order wrong on purpose? The thought was so strange to me it felt like it was coming from outside my head, but it wedged itself into my mind and swirled around, with the alcohol and confusion, and became part of it. The elevator opened and they took me into their room. "This is our humble abode," Miranda said, waving her hands about. I gasped. I had never discussed finances with them, the only thing I knew about them was the kink shop. Either they had some other source of income, or it was a EXTREMLY successful shop. "There isn't much humble about it," I said, and they both laughed. While I struggled to pay for my small, low level apartment, they owned half a floor. The far end of the apartment was a series of floor to ceiling windows which gave a view of skyscrapers extending into the distance. Between it and I was a space larger then the house I grew up in. All of it was open, rooms leading into each other with no walls or clear divided between them. Directly in front of me, a sunken, carpeted area with a couch a gigantic tv gave way to hard wood floors with a wooden dining table that reminded me of something out of a medieval castle, and behind it, to a kitchen with an island and black steel appliances. The island in their kitchen was probably about the length of my apartment, I figured. The sunken tv room was the size of the entire thing. Along with it, there were signs of their games. A dog cage was left by the wall, and just beyond the dining room, there was an X shaped post with cuffs attached. "You don't hide much," I said. "No," Michael said, shaking his head. "If someone who doesn't know is coming to visit, we have places to hide things. Otherwise, here we are safe." He walked into the apartment and pointed to a series of objects hanging from his wall over the dog cage. I froze when I recognized them. I hadn't even noticed, but his wall hooks held kink implements. Paddles, straps, and leashes I knew weren't for any dog. "What do you think, Miranda. What should we do with our new initiate? Maybe a good spanking can help our little servant know not to run away again, or our puppy can be on a leash until he learns to stay and heel." He held up a leash and a paddle, and my heart fluttered thinking of each. How much would that hurt? I felt a hand run up my thigh, then smack me hard enough on the behind to make me yelp. "Hmmm, I don't know. He definitely seems to be in need of a lesson, though. Maybe the paddle?" "Yes!" I blurted out. "What?" she asked. "I want the paddle. I uhhh.. I want that and the collar." I noticed at the club all the submissives wearing them. Each a mark that someone owned them, was taking care of them. "I want your collar," I said, looking straight at Michael. He laughed, and took one off the shelf. I was cloth, and jangled when he carried it. It seemed to be a regular dog collar from a pet store. He walked up to me. "First of all, subbies don't speak unless spoken too," he said. "Yes sir, I, mhpp!" I said. He shoved something into my mouth to silence me, I would later find out it was a sock. He held up the collar. "There are levels of collaring. There are collars for just a game, for an hour or so. Sometimes, when you get more serious, people like to keep their subs collared constantly. They have special ones specifically for them to wear at home or at the club, and safe ones for in public." We waved Miranda over with his finger, and she walked to him. She was wearing a choker, which i hadn't noticed in the car. "This is what Miranda wears. At home, she can wear her normal collar. Be a good girl and go get it now to show our new toy." She walked to the wall, took off a black leather collar with "pet" written in pink along it, and put it around her neck. "There are also more serious ones. There are collaring ceremonies, and identified collared subs. This is like being married. He put the cloth collar around my neck and cliched it behind me. Immediately a new sensation filled me. The collar itself was a bit rough, though still comfortable. However, the feeling wasn't at all tied to that. The second he clinched it on, a wave of warmth filled through me. I felt safe, like I knew I would be accepted here, that I had nothing to fear. I remember running, having to hide... "This is a game collar. If we see you again, we might have to get you a personal one that fits you. Do you like it? Remember, no speaking." I nodded. He attached a leash. "Now, be a good boy and get on all fours for your master." I dropped down instantly. "Good boy," he said, and the warm feeling doubled. Miranda was holding a paddle. "What do you think? Does he still need to be taught a lesson for running, master?" she asked Michael. "Hmmm, I think so. Would you do the honors?" She walked behind me with the paddle. I braced myself, and felt a bit like a piece of meat being picked at by birds. SMACK! I felt a hard hit on my bottom and yelped again. "Remember, this is our pet's first time. Be gentle until he gets more used to it," Michael said. "MMM MM!" I said, and shook my head. "What, more?" he asked. "Mhhm!" I nodded. "Yes, I've been so, so bad," I wanted to say. My mind filled with everyhting in my life. Torn relationships, tears, running away, hiding myself, failing again and again. Even here, seeing their lives filled with comfort as I struggled from job to job, I felt it more. It smacked me again. The pain was worse, but it gave a relief to a weight I didn't know I was carrying. SMACK SMACK SMAC! More rained down, and I lost track of time as the pain mounted. Each smack was worse then the one before, and I felt bruises forming long before it ended. After a while, and I have no idea how long, it stopped. I had fallen from my hands to my elbows, and my face was in a puddle of my own years. They had pulled my pants down to my knees, though I don't remember when. A hand lifted my chin, and I my breath caught as my eyes went back into Michael's. His clear eyes were sympathetic, and he wiped my tears, then ran a hand through my hair. "Good boy," he said. "You've had that in you for a while, haven't you?" I nodded. "Good. That's what its for. Now are you ready to keep playing?" I nodded again. He pulled the leash, and I crawled behind them both, with my pants dragging behind me, through their palatial apartment and into a room with a king sized bed. "Why is our toy still wearing anything at all? Especially those clothes," Miranda asked. "Good point. Strip him. I don't want him wearing normal street clothes at all while we are here." "What do you think? Panties? A skirt? Something in leather?" "Lets give him more appropriate underwear for now, then we can begin." I watched them stare down at me and discuss, with no intention to get my input. A moment later they had lifted me onto their bed. Miranda pulled my pants completely off, and Michael removed my shirt. Miranda disappeared into her closet, and returned. "What do you think? Will these do sir?" I gasped and turned red. The first thing I saw was a pair of bright pink panties, with a bow on them. The second was a matching bra. I looked at Michael, who was smiling. "Sure, lets give it a shot, then tie him to the bed. Miranda, grinning from ear to ear, hooked the panties over my ankles. "Lift your bum up, soon to be pretty girl!" Miranda said, and I obeyed instinctively. She pulled the panties up to cover me. "Now for the extra fun part," she said. "Arms up!" I obeyed again. The bra went over my hands easily, and to my surprise, fit perfectly. Finally, she pulled the sock out of my mouth, then stepped aside. Behind her was a mirror, and I saw myself perfectly. Almost naked, and with the things that covered me almost embarrassing then nothing at all, I felt more naked then naked itself. "Pretty," was all I said. "Yes, very pretty," Michael said. "Can you be a good, pretty girl for me?" I nodded. "Yes master," I said, imitating Miranda. "Good girl," he said, and patted my head. The pat gave me another wave of warmth, and as I stared at my image in the mirror, the feeling, the strangeness of it all, and the alcohol swirled inside me, turning all my thoughts into fog and my my vision into blurs. I realized at that moment any sense of myself was gone, that they could tell me I was anything, to DO anything, and I wouldn't question it for a moment. I heard a clasp as they locked a cuff around my wrists and dragged them toward the headboard, and for all my memory of what followed, I might then have gone blind. -
By rusty pins · Posted
I'm not Catholic, but I like the new Pope. He gives all the Catholic's plenty of hope. He's very popular and a really big hit, But when they clean his toilet, they say, "HOLY S---! -
Here's part two of the story. Hope you like it. 😰 Téa walked around nervously before she found a green robot standing in an alcove. It had a green cylinder for a torso with a speaker on the chest, and a matching head, though instead of a speaker, it had a light for a mouth and painted on eyes with some kind of switch for the nose. On top of the head was an antenna. On either side of the main cylinder were orange mechanical arms that had the same design as the Robot Nanny. The robots legs were simple springs. Téa saw a plaque under the robot that dubbed it the Robotic Entertainer. With nothing better to do for three hours, Téa decided to see if she could turn it on. Looking at the switch nose, she found a needle pointing towards its right eye. She flipped it, and the Robotic Entertainer sprung up to his upright position, shocking Téa and making her fall on her diapered bottom. Just then, she noticed that the light that acted as the Robotic Entertainer's mouth was a swirl of technicolors that demanded Téa's attention. She also heard sweet, soothing music playing from the Entertainer's speaker as it put Téa at absolute ease. The Robotic Entertainer then brought his hands up to his face and did the classic trick of making it look like he had pulled off his own thumb. Téa is amazed at the dexterity of the Entertainer, not noticing that his hand kept the swirling and changing patterns of his mouth completely in frame. Téa watched as the Robotic Entertainer did more simple magic tricks, making cards appear in his hand or producing hats from nowhere. Téa was utterly amazed and kept her eyes glued on his hands, unintentionally staring at the Robotic Entertainer's mouth as the music kept her perfectly calm. After an hour, Téa felt the same pressure as before building up in her bladder, much to her shock. Additionally, the shock snapped her out of her entranced state, and she stood up, looking for a child's potty or anything she could use other than her diaper. However, the minute she did so, the Robotic Entertainer grabbed Téa and held her down, so that she was lying on her stomach. "Wet me go!" Téa shouted. "The Nanny nevew said I couldn't wook for a potty! I gotta pee! Wet me go!!" A door under the speaker opened, and a new mechanical hand came out of the Robotic Entertainer and spanked Téa's diapered bottom, making her shout in pain. After ten hard spanks, Téa could feel the need to pee, but either because of the spanking or some other reason, she was unable to hold it, and she wet her diaper for the second time that day. At this, Téa began crying in pain and embarrassment when the Robot Nanny rolled up. "Uh-oh." The Nanny said condescendingly. "It looks like someone had an accident. Come here, baby." The Nanny turned the Robotic Entertainer off and opened up her chest table. Téa's diaper was taken off as easily as before, and she was cleaned up again. Téa struggled, still crying. She wanted out of here. She wanted to go home and see her friends. This displeased the Nanny, and so when she grabbed Téa's legs to set down a new cloth diaper, twice as big as before, she gave a few hard, quick slaps to Téa's exposed butt, making her stop. The Nanny then rained baby powder onto Téa's butt, groin, and stomach for the second time that day, causing her to sneeze. The Nanny then wrapped the bigger diaper around Téa's groin twice before securing it with two safety pins, one on each side. The thicker padding forced Téa's legs apart, and she looked at her new diaper in humiliated horror. "That makes two diaper changes." The Nanny reminded Téa eerily. "You only have three left." The Nanny then set Téa down and rolled away. Téa stood up with difficulty as the thicker diaper kept her legs apart, forcing her to waddle around. Téa couldn't believe how stupid she had been. The Robotic Entertainer was clearly there to distract victims until they used their diapers. She needed to be smarter, especially because she found it very difficult to walk in this new diaper. She walked around moodily, keeping an eye on things. She needed to stay on her game for the next two hours, or she'd be a baby forever. To be continued... -
Would you like to take care of an adult baby boy for a playdate? Short bio: Been comfortable being abdl for many years. Love to wear Pampers and to be treated like a baby. I have met many abdls at parties and playdates, but would like to experience what it's like with a nurturing yet "in charge" Daddy who makes sure his baby gets what all babies need.
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