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  1. This all started with the classifieds. I was reading the romantic personals when I came across an ad that caught my interest. I was intrigued by it but wasn't quite sure what it meant. It read "35 Year Old Mom for Son, inquire if interested." Something about it tempted me, so I gave the number a call and was soon answered by a soft, inviting female voice. "Hello?" "Yes, hello. I was just reading your ad in the paper - Mom for Son - this is a romantic ad?" "Yes, actually." "I guess I'm not really clear on what you mean by it. What did you have in mind?" "Nothing out of the ordinary. I'm just a normal lady who likes taking care of boys. You need a mommy, don't you?" "I guess-" "Of course you do, I understand perfectly. Listen, come to my house at five for dinner, alright?" "Sure!" She gave me her address and told me she expected me to be on time, then hung up. I was a little taken aback at how fast she was going, but decided I liked her warm, assertive attitude, and I really needed a date. I got to her house at five as she'd requested, and she answered the door wearing jeans and a colored cotton tanktop that showed her bra. She ushered me inside and locked her door. "You aren't wearing diapers." she said, matter of factly. "That's true." I replied, somewhat perplexed. "Why, should I be?" "Oh, I think so. Here, let Mommy get your pants off." I didn't know what to think about diapers but I wanted her to be getting me naked so I held still for her while she undid my pants and stripped me of my underwear. "Okay, now laaaay down" she next instructed me motioning to a mat of porous synthetic fabric on the floor, and I did so. "And now it's time for a little baby oil!" she chirped, holding a bottle of the stuff playfully. she then drizzled the oil on my loins, smoothing it over my sensitive region, tenderly, fondling my balls and shaft. "Now lift your bottom up for Mommy." she instructed, and as I did so she slid a diaper under me. She powdered me, and exactly as a mother would for her child, snugly taped the diaper shut. Wearing a diaper felt mind blowingly good, and the feel of the oil and the soft fabric put me very much at ease. "Baby feel good now?" she asked me, and I nodded, suddenly feeling very infantile and not wanting to speak. "Good baby." she said "Now open up your mouth, mama's gonna feed you din din." I did as I was told and found myself swooning in ecstasy as she began to breastfeed me. Her warm milk flowed into my mouth and I found myself feeling as if I was unable to move. She cradled me firmly in her arms and held my head to each breast, making sure my mouth caught all the milk from her breasts and she softly rocked me. While this was happening, I sensed that I needed to pee. I moaned softly into her breast, but I think she just thought I was enjoying my feeding. I wanted more than anything not to ruin the moment by breaking contact with her, and knowing I was wearing a diaper, I began to pee. I was embarrassed when as soon as she was done nursing me the first thing she did was reach down between my legs to feel my diaper. "Hm, looks like someone really does need to wear diapers!" she teased. I tried to contradict her, starting to say that I didn't really but she cut me off before I could supply any reasons and told me that was nonsense since I'd clearly wet my diaper like a baby and if I didn't need them I wouldn't have done so. "Now then," she said, "You are to respect the rules of this house, one being that Mommy's baby stays diapered. I don't want any arguments, now come with me. No walking now baby, you may crawl." I crawled after mommy in my wet diaper to her bedroom, where she changed me and we fucked before she she put a clean diaper on me. She gave me a bottle of baby formula which must have had some additive in it that almost immediately knocked me out for I was soon fast asleep. The next morning I woke up in her bed with her laying beside me, her arms around my neck and her kissing me. My diaper was loaded and my hands were shackled over my head with fur lined cuffs. "Mommy's gonna change your diaper now." She whispered. I was glad as she began to do so, responsively lifting up for her as she methodically and sensually changed the diaper. As soon as she had put the clean diaper on me I asked timidly "Um, are you going to let me go?" She smirked and forced a pacifier shaped gag into my mouth then responded: "Oh I don't know baby boy, what do you think?"
  2. wugga

    Hey!

    You're right, the website didn't send you back then because this website doesn't do that on the front page. It is doing that here though which is why you don't have any reason not to leave anymore.
  3. If people with a bias against you were handed access to resources you don't have they can execute that bias forever unless you attempt to acquire that same access which would be against their will which would make that happening unlikely. If it weren't for people like these we'd of course be all out of fear misery injury and debt. Nothing like people with big guns being small, I'll never understand how that happens. God I just wanna die. Great thread everybody.
  4. The only way to triumph in this matter is to keep being right. Once you're done doing that, you'll have proven them wrong.
  5. http://fetlife.com/users/981813 me on fetlife
  6. It is an imaginary machine.
  7. Diaper Time pt. 2 I sat in Mommy Jessica's kitchen the next morning, unable to believe my good fortune. She'd started our relationship so sternly that I'd been scared witless, but she'd become so warm and maternal so quickly that my emotions were completely overcome by it. My feet dangled above the tiles of her kitchen floor as I waited strapped firmly to a huge high chair she had, identical to an infant's in everything but size. She wore only her bra and panties and I only the thick overstuffed diaper she'd changed me into that morning since being forced to have an accident overnight, which she squeezed the front of flirtatiously as she brought a bottle of formula and a jar of baby food to the high chair. I thought she was going to make me cum but it turned out to be a tease, and she withdrew her hand at the last minute and began force-feeding me. I tried to ingest the food as fast as I could, and soon had finished every bite of the funny tasting and highly humiliating meal. "Mommy has to go to work today," she said "but that doesn't let you off the hook. You've been a very cute baby so far but until you start going potty in your diapers without being able to control it in any way you still have a way to go, so to help your incontinence along Mommy's nurse friend is coming over today to help relieve you of control of your bladder and bowels permanently. You might find it slightly uncomfortable at first but you'll be glad when you're filling your diapers just like a good baby should." She must have arranged for her friend to come over after I'd fallen asleep, because about 15 minutes later a knock came at the door. Mommy, now dressed, went to answer it, and I could hear the women talking in the front room. "Hey Jess, I hear you have a new baby!" "Sure do Nancy, would you like to see him?" "Of course I would, is he napping?" "Actually he's in his high chair, let me show him to you." The two women entered the kitchen where I sat bound and diapered, and cooed at me until I blushed about how I had nothing but a diaper on and couldn't do anything about it. The girls were big enough that together they could carry me, and they transported me, still in restraints, to the bedroom where I was secured once again to Mommy's bed. She kissed me and asked Nurse Nancy to avoid showing me any mercy, no matter what I said. Mommy then left and Nurse Nancy stood over me speaking in an authoritative tone as she prepared to go to work. "Well now, are we ready for our diaper treatment?" she chided. "I-" I began to respond, but she slapped a pacifier in my mouth with a gag that locked behind my head. "Shush, babies can't talk. Babies like you can only cry and use their diapers. You'll definitely be using diapers today, maybe you'll cry once it fully sinks in that I'm going to make you wear them forever, maybe not. It won't have any effect on me either way. I'll begin your treatment with some tubing. One tube will go in your bottom and continually apply an enema, while another will force feed you a highly potent diuretic mush that you won't be able to avoid swallowing. The enema and feeding solutions will be fed from bladders that approximate the pressure of your sphincter and urinary muscles, so the pressure won't stop building up inside you until those muscles fail. You'll still need your regiment of diuretics and laxatives to keep you in diapers permanently, but this is the first step in making sure it'll be impossible for you to ever be able to control when you go potty ever again. Now, let's get started, shall we?" With that, Nurse Nancy went outside briefly and brought in a machine with two large containers of fluid attached to either side of it and an electronic console in the middle. She then fed an enema tube through the leg of my diaper and up into my butt and a feeding tube into mouth, then activated the device to which they were attached. I could taste as I lay there being filled with fluid that the feeding solution was baby formula laced with what tasted like laxatives, and wheedled as I realized I would never have any more bladder or bowel control than a baby ever again, just like Mommy and Nurse Nancy had planned. Nurse Nancy just smiled and allowed the machine to continue it's cruel work. After 10 minutes of filling me like a balloon, the machine beeped, signaling that my bladder had been defeated. She sat by me on the bed and began to softly massage my belly as she sang "rockabye baby". My eyes watered from the pain and due to the fact that the full scope of my humiliation was just starting to sink in, and I soon evacuated helplessly. She stood up with her hands on her hips and spoke in a tone of mock surprise. "Oh my, did you actually just go potty your diaper? How embarassing that must be for you! I haven't known many grown men who needed diaper changes before! Well, don't you worry 'baby', I'll change you out of that dirty diaper and into a clean one right away." She then began to do just that, efficiently replacing the diaper with yet another, talking to me like a baby the whole time to further infantilize me mentally. "Now then, she said, I think a good force feeding should help you enjoy the potty control of a baby. Your Mommy told me all about how she found you, you know. She said you were standing outside in a diaper, how pathetic! Maybe you'll feel a little different about it once I make sure you have to wear diapers forever!" She then made me get on my hand and knees on the floor and began the force feeding. She fed me mush with lots of fiber in it and baby formula laced with stimulant to overload my muscles, as she softly teased me about how well my "unpotty training" was going. Whenever I tried to stop eating she'd spank me so hard I'd start crying, then continue to insert food and drink into my open mouth. After an hour she finally let up and I felt completely bloated. I became confused when she had me lay on my back and undid my diaper to add several more layers to it, then secured it shut again. I began to panic when she bound me up in a cloth restraining device that approximated a swaddling blanket and put the pacifier gag back in my mouth then kissed me on the forehead, announcing that "baby" was "ready to see mommy". She left me in that state, turned the lights out, and locked the door. Why had she mentioned Mommy when Mommy would be gone all afternoon? I had to go now! The reassuring feeling of the thick diapers between my legs did nothing to hold off the urgent desire I had to relieve myself, and I soon filled the diapers. I squirmed, trying to adjust, but could only roll. I really wanted a diaper change now. I began to cry, and as I did so could hear Nancy humming softly to herself in the other room. I continued to bawl, begging as best I could then for a diaper change but to no avail. All I could do was lie there in a panic as the beautiful woman's voice chided me faintly from the other room, and I pooped and peed my diaper. I lay there all afternoon in my shitty, pissy prison, unable to stop myself from voiding or free myself from my mess. Finally, at around five, I heard the front door open and Mommy and Nurse Nancy talking. The door of the bedroom opened and Mommy poked her head in. "Aw, does somebody need hims a diaper change?" she said. I gurgled weakly through my pacifier gag and emitted a loud farting noise as I filled my diaper again.
  8. If someone gets back at you for something that happened to be illegal by doing something illegal and they say it's because they care about the law that can't be true. So if they don't actually care about the law but they're still doing whatever it is they're doing, how would you know what they care about? Wouldn't you want to know about something like that? Is a bad person a person who would want to explain that or is a person who thinks they never have to explain themselves acting "special"? Tell me what you think about this, if the first or second group is actually more or less deserving and what you feel would grant the right to make that decision.
  9. "I need a Mom to change my diaper." I blurted out. "You need what?" Demanded the policewoman incredulously. "I need a Mom, a Mommy, I mean, to change my diaper. I need a diaper change." I managed to stammer, trying my best to explain myself. "I mean, they cover my privates so... it's okay, right?" "You're a grown man standing outside in a dirty diaper, and you want me to tell you that's okay?" Demanded the policewoman, her voice full of fury. "Put your hands behind your back, you're under arrest." She walked me, handcuffed, back to her car, and threw me in the back seat. My stomach churned queasily as the mushy poop I'd filled the diaper with spread out against my butt, and in my nervousness I actually began to wet myself. She scoffed at me and started the car down the road. I was surprised when the first stop she made was not at a police station, but at a medical supply depot. She opened the back door and commanded me out of the car, uncuffed me, then marched me into the front entrance of the building with one hand firmly planted on the back of my loaded diaper. The saleswoman minding the place looked at me with some amusement as the female police officer walked me in. "This man has to wear diapers." the policewoman announced. He'll be buying a year's supply. Oh, and diuretics and laxatives. A year's supply of those as well." The sales lady set us up with a case containing a month's supply of diapers, as well as the diuretics and laxatives, and had me sign a form requesting another 11 such boxes of diapers while she paid for everything with my confiscated credit card. She walked me back out to her car still in my dirty diaper and carrying the items I'd just bought. I now had a huge hardon that tented the front of my diaper even though it was soaked and expanded. She let me sit in the front seat of her car this time after having me put the diapers in the back. After I sat down and closed the door on my side she reached over and began to stroke me invitingly on the front of my diaper. I shuddered in ecstasy as she did this and she shushed me, then kissed me. "Can you guess what Mommy's going to do now?" She asked. "Um... are you going to let me go?" I asked shyly, still fearing the worst from this arbiter of governmental imprisonment. "No," she answered, "Mommy's going to take you in." As she drove me down the road, she began to talk to me. "I suppose I should let you know a little bit about myself, and what I have planned for you. My name's Jessica, but you WILL call me Mommy at all times. I've arrested you for the crime of public lewdness, and you're now to serve a term of incarceration. I'm sure you've heard of citizen's arrests. What I've decided on for you is a citizen's incarceration, meaning you'll be kept as a prisoner in my home. Any attempt to violate this incarceration will result in your relocation to a state facility where you can enjoy having your face gouged with a ground-down tooth brush while your shitty diaper burns bloody sores on your ass. Is that understood?" "Yes." I replied quickly, hearing in her voice that she meant business. "Yes what?" she asked angrily. "Yes Mommy?" I responded meekly. "Good baby." replied Mommy, and drove me the rest of the way home. When we reached her home she led me inside and bade me lie on a large four poster bed with a plastic sheet on it. It seemed like maybe she was into this kind of thing. She cuffed me to the bed hand and foot in a spread eagle position wearing only the diaper, then opened the month's supply of diapers. she let me watch as she laid them out in even rows on top of her chest of drawers, softly humming a lullabye. When she was done she returned and stood over me with a thick, clean diaper in her hand. "Looks like someone's stinky!" she announced playfully. She cooed sweetly to me in baby talk as she undid my dirty diaper and wiped me clean with baby wipes. "Lift up your hips, baby." she said. I obeyed and the fresh diaper went under me. She spread baby oil and powder on my penis and buttocks, massaging my cock while telling me I was her little baby. She masturbated me until I moaned and came on her hand. She smiled and taped the diaper shut. Then, she climbed onto the bed and straddled me, pressing her crotch against my diapered one. I immediately became hard again and gratefully accepted her mouth as she began to kiss me deeply. After that, she pinched my nose shut and forced a diuretic and a laxative past my lips, massaging my throat so I couldn't avoid ingesting the pills. She climbed down off me for a moment to strip herself naked, then resumed her position on top of me, this time sitting on my face. "Lick mommy's pussy, baby." she commanded, and I complied. I tongued her vagina passionately as she ground it into my face, feeling her hands running over my diaper and torso as she reminded me I was all hers. She rode me for well over an hour, orgasming on my face several times, before repositioning herself with her breasts in my face. "Suck, baby." she commanded, and I obeyed gratefully, accepting her nipple in my mouth. She cradled my head now, applying pressure with her body weight to my stomach while softly massaging my belly. I knew she was forcing me to use my diaper, and I moaned passionately with her breast in my mouth as she kissed my forehead and continued to incite my bladder and bowels. "You're mommy's little baby now, that's all you are, just an itty bitty baby" she cooed in my ear, and as she did so my control broke and I wet and messed myself. "And now Mommy's gonna change those pampers." She announced, returning to her chest of drawers to get a fresh diaper for me.
  10. Not sure why, there wasn't an argument or a kick/ban, just couldn't log in. I hope I didn't make anyone mad. Maybe it doesn't matter, I don't think I was going to make the connection I wanted to make in there anyway, but maybe it does. Is this some kind of mixup? Did I bother somebody? Can I have access to the chatroom?
  11. i did not have a normal childhood and i am not having a normal adulthood. i am not having a life. it is not possible for me to have a life. this is because i'm done disservices because i can't do favors. i'm transcribing the contents of a human existence without embellishment. if the content of my posts becomes unacceptable i hope you eventually take it as a sign of more than the fault of a transcriber. this might go on for some time. i'm not going to read my threads.
  12. When I was fourteen, during my first year at boarding school, was when my life changed forever. It wasn't what I was planning on, but I guess I deserved what ended up happening to me. The school was divided into two campuses, one for males and one for females. I stole away to a broom closet on the far side of the boys' half of the school, right next to the girls side, with a boy a year older than me, because he'd said he wanted to fuck me in the ass. I liked the feeling of being wanted and decided it was probably safe, so I let him. The physical rush of being fucked ranged from exhilirating to almost sickening, like a bumpy car ride where you have to brace yourself against the roof. My semihard member flopped back and forth, drizzling precum from my prostate being rubbed. Suddenly, something happened that made my heart stop. From behind us came the powerful, imperious drone of the voice of the headmistress of the girls' school. "Enjoying yourself, young man?" she inquired acidically. She'd only said young man, I thought, could she not see that there were two of us? "Climb down off that girl immediately and report to the headmaster of the boys' school immediately!" she snapped, yanking the other boy by the arm and fairly catapulting him out the door. She then returned her attention to me. "And as for you," she paused for a moment in bemusement, now able to fully view my form, then continued, "YOUNG LADY, it would seem that you have been getting fucked like a little whore, and you will therefore report to my office for discipline this instant!" "B-but I'm a boy!" I began to stutter, at which she cut me short with the command, "NOT ONE MORE WORD!" and began to drag me by the collar down the hallway into the girls' school. I hardened as she spanked my bottom to hurry me along and tried cover myself which caused her to swat my hands away, which increased my arousal. Being dragged into the headmistress' office, I saw it was occupied by of the female teaching staff. "Oh, is this a sissy baby?" asked one of them. I gulped, not sure what she meant by that. The headmistress concurred that it was and the teacher smiled, remarking she'd not seen in one a while. I began to ask what they meant, which prompted two of the women to pin my hands to the headmistress' desk, while she stood behind me and began to flog my bottom mercilessly with a paddle. She spanked me over and over again until my butt was trembling and tears came out of my eyes. She walked around and placed her finger on my lips. "You are not to speak unless spoken to. Nod if you understand." She instructed, and I replied in the affirmative by nodding. She then continued speaking. "Ladies, I'm happy to report I found the source of the banging noise that previously interrupted our faculty meeting. It was coming from the boys side of the school so I expected to find some young men roughhousing, and instead what should I happen upon but this little girl, actually allowing herself to be fucked! As you can see, she is not only out of uniform but has messed herself. Young lady, for acting like a little whore over in the boy's school you will now be subjected to the strictest punishment that can be meted out while still allowing you to continue your education. I've caught you acting like a whore, and I could have you ejected from school and you could be remembered forever by the name whore. Instead, I've decided to keep a close eye on you. You're hereby restricted to the girls' school where you belong, where an eye can be kept on your dirty little sex habit. Instead of a whore, I've decided to make sure you will be remembered as the opposite of a whore. Instead of a juvenile offender, you are going to be my sissy baby, and your new name is going to be Chastity. Would you ladies please take off those nasty clothes and remove her body hair?" The other female staff went to work quickly snatching away my shirt, blazer, and bunched up pants, then held me by the shoulders, rubbing a cream all over my body that quickly removed my hair as they wiped it off. "Now then, I believe we have an extra uniform which will be more appropriate for you. As a student in my school you will be expected to wear a proper uniform. Every day until you graduate you will be expected to wear a bra, panties, knee socks, a blouse, and a skirt, just like all the other girls. Furthermore, in light of your little infraction, you will clearly need to be monitored at all times to prevent you from being sexually irresponsible. You will wear locking anti-masturbation mittens to prevent you from fiddling with yourself, and you are not allowed to go into the restroom as you might use the privacy to touch yourself. Because you need constant monitoring like a baby, it only makes sense that you wear diapers like one. Diaper her." The female teachers quickly responded to this, all three of them guiding my nervous form to the carpet. I tried to give some resistance to see if they were just kidding and would let me go, at which they twisted my arm and pinned me to the ground in a way that made it impossible for me to move. I got really hard as they slid a huge diaper under my bottom and they cooed mockingly, "Sissy Baby Chastity's going to remember this for a looooong time!" then quickly pinned the diaper shut. After this they slid a pair of locking panties, which looked like normal girl's panties on the outside but were rubber on the inside, up over the diaper and locked them. I was held as they forced me into the bra and the rest of the schoolgirl uniform. As they did this the full consequences of everything they'd said began to sink in. They weren't going to let me cum? I grew desperate at the thought, and my hands shot down to the locked diaper. I began to beg as I tried to masturbate myself through the thick diaper and panties, managing to yelp the word "please" before the headmistress clamped her hand over my mouth. "The mittens... and a pacifier." she said coolly. The women locked mittens over my hands and connected them with chains to a collar they locked around my neck. The chains were long enough to let me reach the area around my torso, but prevented me from reaching my crotch. They then brought into my line of sight a huge pink pacifier attached to a locking strap and forced it into my mouth, locking it behind my head. "That should prevent any further outbursts." said the headmistress. "I was going to allow you speaking privileges, little girl, but since it's obvious you'd misuse them you're now down to crying privileges. You may cry if you need a diaper change, and only then. If you are not both wet and messy you do not need to be changed, and if you abuse your crying privileges by crying for a diaper change without being wet and messy you will only be changed once a day regardless of how much you cry, and we will be sure to feed you enough that you'll have a diaper rash all the time. Nod if you understand, baby girl.", I replied with a nod. "Let's let Sissy Baby Chastity get a look at herself for just a moment. I want her to know what everybody's about to see." said the headmistress, and the teachers took me by the shoulders over to the full length mirror the office contained. I was mortified at what I saw. They made me look like a girl! The huge diaper could easily be seen protruding from underneath the short skirt I'd been forced to wear, and in the direct indoor light it was obvious that I had a bra on. I didn't want anybody to see me like this, but I wasn't being given a choice about it. To complete the outfit, black patent leather mary jane shoes were buckled onto my feet. "Alright, I'd say Sissy Baby Chastity's ready to go back to class." announced the headmistress. I wanted to scream as I was walked down the hallway but couldn't due to the gag in my mouth. The only sounds were the clicking of the girls shoes on my feet in time with the rhythmic swatting of the teacher's hand against my diapered bottom, and the sounds of girl's voices emanating from the classroom we were headed to as they wondered aloud who was on the way. For the next month, I got no relief, and no privacy. All the females at the school obviously knew I was a boy being punished but loved to tease me by calling me a girl, which increased my sexual frustration horribly as did the feminine trappings I was surrounded with. The girls could tell I was aroused by things like dresses and lingerie and they made use of this fact to worsen my torture, doing things like rubbing my legs sensuously during forced shavings and saying how "pretty" they were and discussing in agonizing detail the styles of bras and panties they were going to make me wear under my schoolgirl outfit. They quickly figured out what turned me on the most and progressively got to the point of forcing me to wear lingerie that made my chaste state particularly unbearable all the time. At night I was locked hand and foot to the bed I slept in to prevent me from touching myself, and I more than once awoke to find myself being force fed from a huge baby bottle. After they fed me this way the girls would usually rub my tummy and tickle my feet to force me to use my diaper. Even more embarrassing than being forced to use my diaper at times like that was the fact that it was tiring my bladder and bowels out and I began to have accidents. Much was made of "sissy's diaper change", at time at which I after blubbering sufficiently to be released from my wet, messy diaper was physically forced by three or more women onto the surface that made the most convenient changing table and changed into a fresh diaper after slowly being cleaned with baby wipes in a way that titillated me incredibly but didn't let me cum. All the girls made the nature of our relationship highly physical, doing things like caressing me unexpectedly and cuddling and kissing me relentlessly after lights out, and after a month I thought my penis was going to explode. When I was called into the headmistresses office at the end of the month I was desperate for any good news she would give me. The girls of the school had done a thorough job of steadily increasing my arousal and my schoolgirl outfit was even more embarassingly erotic than before. I was made up pink to match my pacifier, down to my fingernails and toe nails. They'd tied my blouse off above the midriff so the silky, lace trimmed bra I had on was easily visible. The bra matched the silky white panties that covered my extra-thick diaper, which could be plainly seen due to the extremely short skirt I had on. The panties were complemented by a pair of white stockings trimmed lace that went up my thighs. The girls had found the feeling of nylon on my legs turned me on more than leaving them bare, so they had me in thigh highs all the time. The headmistress spoke calmly from her seated position on her office's sofa. "Sissy Baby Chastity, your punishment as of today has been going on for one month. Today, I will find out if you have learned anything from it. You are to get on your hands and knees and crawl to me for a feeding.", she said. I did as I was told, crawling to her as a baby would. I lay across her lap, and she removed my pacifier and began to lull me into a state of relaxation, telling me I was a good baby girl and holding the bottle firmly in my mouth. I wanted to cum so badly that tears rolled from the corners of my eyes, which caused her to become even more maternal, and she continued to coo and whisper into my ear. "Did Sissy Baby Chastity try to cum like a girl?" she asked. I nodded. "Does Sissy Baby Chastity understand she is not allowed to cum?" she asked, to which I nodded again. "Oh." she replied with a smirk, and reached down to the front of my diaper. She placed her hand flat on the surface and began to grind it into the padding that surrounded my aching penis. I came, filling my diaper with jets of jism for what felt like over a minute. She smirked at this. The headmistress said because I'd orgasmed without her express permission, I was to be expelled from my grade level. She and the other female faculty explained to me that it was plain to them that I loved dressing like a baby girl and cumming in diapers, and that since I liked that so much I was to be demoted to preschool and wear only diapers and baby dresses. She wrote a letter to my family explaining that I had been selected for a special tutoring program, by which she actually meant I was being forced to become her prisoner. I'm being taught how to beg for orgasms without the power of speech, which means crying in a way that the headmistress, now my mistress, finds especially cute or by attempting to scribble requests in crayon with my mittened hands. Half the time I only end up earning a punishment. She always makes a huge deal about me needing diapers when she changes me and I think she's making me incontinent, but I can't do anything about it. I realized recently that she's been lacing the nipples of my pacifiers and bottles with something that makes it difficult to speak, and I think it's affecting my motor functions too. She takes me to the girls school to force me to try to walk and talk sometimes, and she and the girls there have fun waiting for me to void my bladder and bowels so they can make a big deal about it being time for "sissy's diaper change". I'm physically being turned more and more into her incontinent sissy prisoner, while on a mental level all I can do is observe as this happens to me. The other day, mistress was taking me home from another session of being humiliated in front of all the girls at school as usual. She had me locked into a stroller and wearing a frilly pink dress. I smelled like baby powder and the mess I'd just made in my diaper, and I was looking forward to being changed. From behind a nearby door I heard a graduation march and the names of some of the other boys I'd known at school being called, and realized my former class was graduating. I was hit with a wave of humiliation at realizing what was happening, that instead of graduating I'd been transformed into a crossdressed, diaper wearing sex slave with no hope of escape, who was being escorted home to dinner from a baby bottle and a wardrobe consisting of nothing but diapers and the most revealing lingerie and dresses my mistress could find. I tried to whine about it from behind the pacifier gag, to ask her to consider letting me back into school so I could get back what I'd lost. The desperate cry of "Mmmmmf?" came from behind my pacifier gag. Mistress smiled, saying only "Sssssshhhhh.", and continued to wheel me, her captive, home for a much needed diaper change.
  13. sissybaby@writeme.com might have some chance of working though
  14. ps sissybaby@writeme.com I'm trying this just in case but please try to reach me in the forums first just in my case my just in case is to no avail.
  15. clumsy form drivel: I'm constantly searching for a female superior, if this entices you and you wish to audition me I wish to mention that I think I need to be contacted on the forums because I'm bad with computers but have reason to suspect I cannot maintain the security of my email accounts. That having been said, I hope everyone enjoys this picture which I'm intending to make the first in a series. further inadequacy:
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