Pampered Pet

While I have already found one very fun roleplay here, I still have room for more and am still looking, so maybe it will help after all, if I post some concrete suggestions here. Like I said, I gravitate toward hardcore sexual, non-con BDSM roleplay, so only read the suggestions if you are into that sort of thing: 1. I could for example imagine playing an influencer or gamer-girl, and you are invading the privacy and safety of my bedroom during my 18th birthday lifestream, to enslave me and force me into diapers to start my new life as your character's sexpet and fucktoy and to change my streaming career to a 24/7 broadcast of my humiliating life and retraining as a babyslave. 2. Alternatively, I could be a young pop-starlet whose manager has insisted on her presenting herself as a wholesome little girl throughout her teenage years. Now that I am 18, I want to take on a more adult persona, but you as my manager have other ideas: I will certainly get a more adult appeal, as you turn me into your personal slavegirl to use as you please in private, but also publicly degrade me by forcing me to perform concerts in front of thousands of fans in BDSM getup with degrading punishments and sex-acts strewn in for good measure, but you will also dial up that little-girl persona I hated so much to 11 as you force me to do all of this in thick, thirsty, 24/7 diapers. 3. I am the daughter of a billionaire who ahs been living on a yacht for most of my teenage life as we travel around the world. For my 18th birthday, I have the yacht to myself, and after midnight, you sneak aboard (or you are already the captain or a member of the crew) to invade the sanctuary of my bedroom to enslave me as your diapered sexpet and to turn the yacht, my home, into a slaver-vessel and my personal dungeon, nursery and petgirl-kennel on the high seas. Perhaps the next day there will also be a party where I invited plenty of other attractive female friends... Or perhaps you are even planning to turn the yacht into a high-class BDSM resort for the ultra-rich looking for a holiday with one (or a couple) submissive diapered slavegirls at their beck and call. This would also work great with me playing twins or triplets.

I'm still looking for partners. I know my chances might be higher if I posted some ideas here in this thread, but my ideas are so deviously depraved that I would prefer to reserve them for anyone interested enough to write this kinky crinklecunny a PM. At least for now.

Hello, after a longer stint of absence I am looking to get back into RPing. I am a very kinky, and also very literate girl looking for partners for a play that revolves around getting a girl into diapers against her will, involving BDSM, mind control and/or slavery. While sex does not need to be a main focus of the play, the reason for the girl's descent into diapers should be her new owner's sexual desires. So if you are looking for kink focused play that goes beyond wholesome, harmless ABDL, I would love to hear from you. Send me a note if you will. I'm eager to hear your ideas, and I have PLENTY of ideas myself that I would rather discuss in private than here in public.

An amazing story! Just my cup of kink! Thank you for posting!

Being one of that minority of users who enjoy sexually explicit stories, especially when they have non-consensual themes and aspects of BDSM in addition to diapers, I thank you for this story. I just stumbled across your writing and am now eagerly consuming the rest of it.

I'm looking for a dominant for an RP that revolves around the diapering and degradation of a barely legal beauty. I am usually mostly looking for non-consensual scenes, but with the right idea I might also be interested in something (dub-)consensual. I am looking for an RP that is both sexual in nature and involves a fair amount of bondage. I would love to hear from any interested parties via PM so we can discuss ideas. I do have a kinky idea or two, but would rather discuss those via PM if you are interested.

Still parlysed from the neck down, "Mommy" had had no trouble putting me down into the crib, making me blush profusely as I heart the crinkling of my diaper being joined by the creaking and crinkling of a rubber mattress-protector. I couldn't cry for help or protest as she strapped me down by my wrists and ankles, leaving me gagged and in bondage inside this cage that was to be my crib. My eyes widened in horror - the announcement that I was to use my diapers should not have come as a shock, but without any knowledge of the drugs hidden in my drink, I thought that wetting my diapers would at least be a choice that I could refuse, certainly for a few hours, considering my massive accident just before the woman had introduced my pussy to diapers. I could only helplessly swallow the overly sweet liquid that trickled into the oversized bulb of my pacifier gag, my eyes reddened with tears as I sulked about the unfairness of it all. I lay there for a good hour and a half before the paralysing agent finally wore off and the last of the liquid had drained from the bag. As feeling returned into my body, I noticed an alarming fullness in my bladder - and an even more alarming heat in my thoroughly padded pussy. Just the natural response of a young, confused female body to having her legs forcefully spread open while her thighs pressed against something soft but unyielding between them might have been enough to cause blood to shoot into my loins and my pussy to begin to moisten, but with those natural responses of my libido reinforced by the secret strong aphrodisiac I had just been fed for over an hour, I was left just as aroused as I was desperate to pee, causing me fresh torment by the confusion about my body's betrayal. I tried to push my arousal away, but found myself unable to stop squishing my thighs softly against the diaper between them, rubbing my immaculate skin against the leak-guards and stimulating the blood-flow to my pussy as I finally screamed for "HLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLPH!" into my massive pacifier-gag.

Still under the influence of the paralyzing agent, I could only cry soundlessly as my captor manhandled my nubile young body and dressed me up like I was an actual doll, all the while, I was tormented by the sound of the excessive crinkling of the diaper around my bottom, which emitted noises with every shift and movement that my body was forced through, reminding me of my utter degradation even when the paralysing medicine disabled me from feeling the padding press against my pussy. When my "Mommy" finally picked me up and showed me to the large mirror, I would have screamed in frustration and shame if my body hadn't been knocked out. As it was, all I could do was stare in horror at the sight before me. With my red hair in pigtails, my face dolled up beyond repair, and my current garments, I was a fetishist's wet dream, but for myself, it was a nightmare. The babyish clothing managed to be humiliatingly infantile and slutty at the same time, as the pink top - a colour which I hated - made the firm C-cup breasts pop even more on my petite frame, emphasising them even though they were kept completely covered, and leaving them invitingly malleable at the touch of my tormentor. The tiny skirt was even smaller than a micro-skirt and covered practically nothing of the pink padded monstrosity of my diaper, which was poking out prominently around my posterior.

Only defeated sobs left my mouth when I heard how permanent my new appearance truly was. The fact that this woman was able - and willing - to pay such an inordinate sum on my dollification - plus the certainly immense sum she had invested into this room - was more than a little alarming, but I was too weakened to struggle or even curse or scream at the woman. I was only reinvigorated with some new strength to struggle when the doctor moved towards me with the syringe, but that was quickly subdued by the paralyzing agent. As the drug knocked out all control over my nervous system, I was left utterly helpless, drooling and motionless, only able to scream internally as the woman unties my bondage and starts to play with my body. Paralyzed, I'm not even able to feel what she is doing, and so I can just watch as she moves my head to look at my proud, firm, supple C-cup breasts, forcing me to watch her teasing of my nipple. Disjointed from any sensation, it is utterly strange to see her play with the nipple, as if I was watching this being done to somebody else. Nonetheless, the fact that I KNOW that this is happening to me, even while I am utterly unable to feel anything, drives home the alarming notion that my body is being - and will be for the foreseeable future - used for the sole pleasure of somebody else.

As I saw my reflection in the giant mirror installed above the changing table, I saw tears well in my eyes, matching the permanently sad gaze that was now forever plastered onto my face. These weren't tears of anger anymore. I had spent all those during my tantrum as the woman had forced me into diapers. Nor were they the pathetic tears of bargaining, which I had spent in vain on the doctor before I had been mobilized. These were tears of genuine grief. As I looked at myself, utterly defeated - at least for the moment - I couldn't help but cry in grief for the girl that I had been a few hours ago. That girl was - if not dead, then at least - forever changed. My beautiful face, my sweet, angelic face no longer sported the unfettered prettyness of a girl-next-door. No, it had been ruined - or improved, depending on whom you asked - and turned into the visage of a proper doll, a toy! That is what I was now forced to be. A toy. No longer would my face show my true emotions. Or at least, it had been permanently robbed of being able to show HAPPY emotions. My eyes could still cry, my nose could still snivel, and my mouth could still drool, and any of that would perfectly match the new permanent helplessness of my enhanced visage, but it would never again be able to show happiness. It was as if any and all happiness had forever been robbed of me. I sobbed as I realized that even if I ever managed to get away from this place, I would forever bear the signs of this ordeal. Even with surgery, I doubted that anyone would ever be able to completely outdo what had just been done to me. I was well and truly - and forever - becoming more and more of a doll.

"Nghoooo! Ghongk goo ghigh!" I garbled as my kidnapper forced the massive pacifier-gag into place between my perfect pouty lips. As the gag was strapped shut and locked with a padlock behind my head, I felt the objectification and babyfication, as my ability to speak clearly like an adult was taken away from me and as my beautiful, intelligent mouth, capable of such witty and polite conversation, was stretched open around the nipple of the pacifier, reduced to nothing than a baby-ish socket to suck on the rubber teat. I was still able to scream, as the gag didn't block the sound completely, but anything that left my mouth would be unintelligible mewled wailing - and large lines of drool, that I began to expel almost immediately, much to my shame. Clearly, my captor was less interested in silencing me than in degrading her new hot teenage dolly. While I began to drool, I sobbed at the verbal degradation as "Mommy" called me a crybaby and spoke down to me like a dog-owner would to his bitch - or like a Mommy would to her baby. "Wheeah!" I blabbered, trying to make myself understood "Ghnnnn ghhhooo ghiiiiigh!" Tears were running from my eyes as if they were trying to outdo the thick lines of saliva running from my gaping mouth, as I once more, desperately tried to prevent the horrible diaper from being put into place. As I screamed through tearful fits of rage and squirmed my bottom around on top of the diaper, I was quickly reminded of what you had told me about using the diapers and cringed at the notion that I was to wet the pampers once they were wrapped around my nethers. I resolved right then that I wasn't going to degrade myself like that! Maybe I couldn't stop the woman from putting me in pampers, but I would not surrender control over my body so easily. Of course, that was the feeble resistance of a reculcitrant brat who knew in her heart that her volition might be irrelevant once nature came calling, but I couldn't admit that to myself. I screamed as the woman called my attention back to the present, as I now felt the thick lush plastic enclose my bottom completely, trapping in the heat emitted by my nubile, perfectly smooth, powdered and oiled up pubic mound. I couldn't believe how hot I was down there, owing to my rage and my sexual embarrassment, and how horrible the innocent crinkling of the plastic sounded to me. I yelled into my pacifier at my captor to stop, my own voice painfully loud inside my ears, as I tried to shrink away from the enclosing cotton and plastic, but my captor pulled the diaper taught across my front and bottom before pulling up the side-flaps of the backside, pulling it as tight as possible. The crinkling was now joined by the gut-wrenching sound of the tapes being loosened from their fixtures before being firmly attached to the front of the pampers. Every single one of the four tapings seemed unnaturally loud and drove home the inescapable truth of what was being done to me. The woman seemed to relish in the act of taping up the diaper around me, against my feeble struggles, taping it up tightly for a perfect fit. And fit perfectly it did; checking every inch of the legbands and waistbands, the woman would find no bunching, no openings for an accidental leak, no chance for a feisty girl to wiggle free of it. It was as if my body had been made to be in diapers. With a loud crinkling prison of plastic and gauze around my bottom, I felt my captor fiddle with my diaper, causing it to bunch and crinkle embarassingly against my crotch "Aaaaaaaagh!" I gasped between garbled screams for the woman to "Shttppppp" as I felt the soft gauze padding be squeezed against my pussy. Utterly humiliated, my ordela was far from over, as you invited the doctor to do his work on me. My eyes widened in terror as I shook my head, trying to squrim away, but locked in place as I was, all I accomplished was to cause my massive diaper to crinkle wildly with each movement. I was helpless at the doctor's mercy. When the woman left, my unfortunate body was left restrained and diapered at the doctor's whim. I screamed in anger - I needed to be angry, to try and get over the degradation of being an 18 year old diaper-wearer, of having been forced into pampers against my will - but my anger came muffled through sobs of despair and degradation around my gag. I felt so utterly betrayed, so humiliated, and so helpless - and my bladder was beginning to fill up again... Soon, my screams were intermixed with the lush crinkling of my pampers as I continued to try to shrink away from the doctor. I cried, with tears now running down my soft freckled face. I blushed at the pathetic sound of my voice and the sounds coming from my diapered crotch. Even the slightest movements of my thighs brushing against the leg-guards caused an inordinately loud crinkling, driving home the fact that these diapers had been designed for anything but discretion.

My mind had tried to protect itself from the implications of the crib and changing table, and even of the name "Mommy" that the scary woman had chosen for herself, but now that the woman forced me to come face to face with the harsh reality of my new dresscode and took out one of the objects, slowly moving it towards my thighs that were held apart by the unrelenting grip of the bodyguards, leaving my virginal pussy and no-longer-private-area defenseless, I had to recognize it for what it was. A diaper! My eyes widened in horror at the discomforting sight. I had been afraid of getting raped when I had been stripped and tied, but this was barely better! Due to my leap-year-birthday, some daring fellow students, hiding in the anonymity of the school's hallways and thus unafraid of my powerful father, had mocked me as a three-year-old baby, referring to my leap-year age. During my time at school, they had bullied me by hiding humiliating messages and baby diapers in my locker and even in my school bag. It had been the most degrading experience of my life and it had contributed to my feeling that diapers were the most humiliating item known to mankind, a feeling which would now cause endless pleasure to the woman who was intent of forcing my young bottom into one of those degrading garments. Of course, back then it had been baby-diapers and no one had forced me to wear one. The diaper my kidnapper was now rubbing against my bottom and pussy looked just as degradingly infantile as those baby-diapers, but it was an actual adult-sized-diaper, easily three times as thick and big enough to fit around my more grown-up, developed womanly backside. "Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! FUCK OFF! DON'T! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!", I started to scream and squirm with what little fight I had left in me, immobilized as I was on the changing table and weakened from my spanking, but my thrashing only allowed my kidnapper to easily push the unfolded padding underneath my bum. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I shrieked when I felt the soft gauze underneath myself and tried to lift up my bottom away from the padded monstrosity, crying tears of frustration and humiliation at the notion that my precious underwear, that now lay discarded on the floor, thoroughly soaked by my earlier accident, would now forever be replaced by the padded prison of these pampers, if I couldn't manage to get away.

I screamed, first in shock when I was grabbed, then in protest, cursing the woman that was now bearing down on me, and then in terror as I felt the first swat of the spanking rain down on my ass. "N-Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" I exlaim in sincere pain, although the degradation of the spanking is no less vicious than the phyical pain. "No! No please!" I beg, ready to collapse at any moment if the two strong bodyguards didn't hold me in place by grabbing onto my hair and limbs. I had heard of spankings by cultural osmosis of "Fifty Shades of Grey", although I had neither read the book nor seen the movie, considering even that harmless mommy-porn to be far too naughty for my taste, and since my father had never spanked me, I now felt myself subjected to the first spanking of my life. Yet, naked and exposed as I was, spanked and constantly reminded of what I was now supposed to be, the word "Dolly" did not fail to register, as my screaming turned into sobs with each new slap that battered down the barriers of my pride and resistance and turned my bottompink. Again and again, I heard the name you had chosen for me in my head. Dolly. SPLATT! Dolly. SPLATT! I was a doll. SPLATT! A little dolly for you to play with. SPLATT! Destined to be turned into a doll on my 18th birthday. SPLATT! Again you spanked me and I tried to remind myself that my name was Hannah O'Hara. SPLATT! Another SPLATT! Hannah O'Hara! SPLATT! My name is Hannah O'Hara! SPLATT! You wanted me to be a doll! SPLATT! Dolly! SPLATT! My name is Dolly O'Hara! SPLATT! Dolly! SPLATT! When the spanking was finally over, I was on the verge of losing my mind as well as my name. Having screamed and cried until I was horse, all I had left now was sobs as my naked body shivered in despair and pain. I barely heard your words, and what I heard, my brain tried to block out. I saw the table you were referring to, and even though a thick knot of dread had already formed in the pit of my stomach at the sight of the pink babyish furniture, my mind was still trying to protect itself from the horrible implications of what this changing table would be used for. All I could focus on was your threats. And the threat of being left naked for an entire week sounded more horrible than any alternative I could imagine - I was still too innocent and my mind was too battered to fully realize what would happen if I crawled to the table. I simply didn't WANT to realize it. Instead, I focused on what would happen if I didn't do as you told me right now, and so, defeatedly, sobbing and with a line of spittle running down my chin, mixing with my tears, I began to pull myself over to the dreadful piece of furniture, condemned to crawl and too weak to walk anyway.

I had tried to hold onto my bladder for as long as I could. When I felt the bag that I was in being lifted, my bladder was actually hurting, and finally, I had to let go. My cheeks burned crimson with shame as I felt my warm piss soaking through layer upon layer of cloth around my nethers, and could finally feel it spreading through the duffel bag underneath my bottom. I sobbed in despair at how low I had fallen, thinking that I had just hit rock bottom - but at that point, I had still assumed that this was a kidnapping for ransom. Everything went so fast from that point. Suddenly, I felt the bag opened and I was dropped down onto the ground. I felt something happening to my ankle and heard the clanging of chains, causing me to shriek in terror, but my eyes were still adjusting to the sudden brightness. When I was finally able to see again, I saw a pastel pink room with the babyish furniture. I didn't have time to truly realize or linger on the fact that the furniture was big enough to fit an adult - especially a petite teenager like myself, as I gazed in shame at my crotch, were I now saw my fears confirmed: all my precious, delicate, expensive panties and thongs had been forced up my legs and were now soaked by my accident. I began to cry anew when my attention was finally drawn to the woman in front of me as she removed the duct-dape from my mouth. Immediately, I spat out the thong that had been lodged in my mouth and stared in terror at her. I did not recognize her, but her sheer presence - in addition to the fact that I was almost naked at her feet - made me shudder in fear. I covered my breasts with my hands, and squished my thighs together to hide the wetness of my panties, shuddering at the warm dampness. Her words barely registered, but the slap to my thighs certainly did. "OW!" I shrieked! "No! No please! Please! Help me! What are you doing? HEEEEEELP"

I squealed and shrieked when I suddenly felt the strong, rough grip of my assailants on me. They had taken me completely by surprise, and had no trouble pinning me to the ground. Not that I, a petite barely-legal teenager, could do much to resist the unrelenting strength of 5 gorilla-like goons, even if I weren't paralyzed with shock. Before I could react, one of my assailants had already ripped away the flimsy protection of my towel, exposing my perfectly shaped body to the gaze of the five strong men. When I finally found what little strength I had to fight back, I could only squirm and cry for help, but nothing I did prevented the men from tying my wrists and ankles together with duct-tape, and all my crying and screaming earned me was a rough slap to the face and a gag made of my own discarded panties. My eyes bulged in horror at the taste of my own pussy now spreading through my mouth as it was taped in place, unable to dislodge it. For a second, my struggles were reignited with new vigour, then I felt a sting in my firm buttcheek, and seconds later, I was out. When I awoke, I was still bound inside the duffel bag. I could feel movement, as if I was in a car, but I was lying down - maybe in the trunk? I squirmed and squealed for help into my panty-gag, but my noises barely escaped the duffel-bag, let alone the trunk. More alarmingly, I felt a strange thickness around my crotch as I shifted. I looked down, but in the darkness I could not see. I had no idea that my captors had put every single last pair of panties and thongs that I owned onto me as per the Mistress' instructions. They had not diapered me yet - the Mistress was keeping that surprise for herself - but left her in the thick padding of various combined Victoria's Secret catalogues. What was worse was that Hannah had awoken with a desperate need to pee. She shifted her thighs, trying to clamp down on her urethra, but she knew that she needed to get to a toilet within the next few minutes or... fresh tears welled in her eyes as she thought in horror about the notion of wetting herself.

Unaware of the predatory danger awaiting me outside of the en-suite bathroom, I closed my eyes as I let the warm water pour over me, feeling it softly massage my face. I was careful to not allow the water to soak my hair, not wanting to spend half an hour drying it off before I could go to bed. My hand reached for the sponge and I exhaled with the softest of moans as the soft loofah brushed over the perky nipples on my firm yet supple breasts and down over my taut stomach towards the invitingly hairless mound of my womanhood. I suffered from a rare genetic disease that left me hairless from below the eyebrows. Though "suffering" was of course a strong word, considering that many women who spent hours on waxing or shaving their private area would have gladly gotten infected by this disease. But for me, a girl who desperately tried to cover any and all insecurities about her adulthood due to her birthday-situation, the fact that my virginal little pussy was as soft and clean and spotless - but most of all, hairless - as a baby's was a point of embarrassment. I pushed those unwelcome thoughts out of my mind. As of today, I was officially an adult, and there was nothing that could change that! I didn't take too long in the shower. Had I known that my bedroom sanctuary had been broken and that I was about to be taken, ripped from my life and condemned to a new life of degradation and torture, I might have stayed in the shower for much longer. I might even have put my discarded thong back on that now lay on the bottom of the bathroom floor, seeing that these might soon turn out to be the last pair of panties that I would ever wear. But not knowing any of that, I simply stepped out of the shower, releasing the pins that had kept my hair in place, letting it cascade over the uncovered alabaster skin of my shoulders as I wrapped myself in a thick, fluffy towel and stepped outside into my room.

Cold March winds blew around the remote estate of the O’Hara family. Built on generations of crime, the family’s wealth could afford not only a spacious mansion, but also the privacy of remoteness that was favourable for the sort of family business that the O’Haras sustained. Tonight, on cold March 1st 2114, that remoteness was going to prove fateful for the youngest of the O’Hara clan, young Hannah O’Hara, the beautiful teenager who had just officially turned 18 tonight and who was already the center of attention of any room she walked into. With her fierce red hair, the soft dusting of freckles on her cheeks, and the proud, firm yet bouncy C-cup breasts and bubbly bottom poking out from her petite frame, she was a sight to behold and a prize that many people wanted to possess. Despite all that attention, Hannah had maintained her virginity, as she had been brought up with strict catholic values and wanted to save herself for marriage. Of course, visiting a private catholic school for girls, she didn’t have many opportunities to lose her virginity or to meet a boyfriend, and she had certainly never partaken in any of the experimentation that went on between some of her fellow students. She was wholly and entirely innocent in every sense of the word. As Hannah was her father’s pride and joy, he had always shielded her from the life of crime that his family was involved in, allowing Hannah to grow up sheltered, innocent, and without any involvement in her family’s crime. Nonetheless, tonight it was going to be SHE who would pay for her father’s sin. Hannah was currently in her room, having just said goodbye to the last of her guests who had celebrated her birthday with her. Well, her quasi-birthday. As a leap-year-baby, having been born on 29th February 2096, she hadn’t had many ACTUAL birthdays. With the leap-day being skipped in 2100, she had only ever been able to celebrate 3 true birthdays, and if her father hadn’t been as influential as he was, she might have been mocked and bullied with that fact. As it was, she was merely teased as a “baby” and a “three-year-old” by her closest friends, and Hannah was too polite to say how much this annoyed and humiliated her. She furrowed her brow in adorable annoyance as she thought back to the many presents that she had been given today that had been wrapped in childish paper and looked like they had been aimed at an actual three-year-old. But with that exception, the party had been a delight, and Hannah was slightly abuzz with the little bit of drinking she had partaken in during the festivities. Now that her guests were gone, she walked absent-mindedly through her room, her hand brushing over the shelves decorated with memorabilia carefully selected during the many holidays abroad that she had enjoyed with her family. Everything in this room was a reflection on her personality and interests. This room was her sanctuary, her safe haven, it was where she always felt protected even when she heard her parents argue outside. Here, she even felt safe from the suspicions she had about her father’s business – suspicions that she did not dare follow. The room was essentially an extension of herself, the white walls and furniture reflecting her own innocence. She had banished the colour pink entirely from her room and from her life, as she considered that to be babyish, and being already insecure in her adulthood due to her leap-year-status, she was always eager to stay away from any symbols of babyhood and childishness, instead decorating her room in the fashion of a young adult. Lingering for a moment longer as she looked out through her large window, enjoying the serenity of her room as she glanced out over the dark gardens of the mansion, where she knew that her father’s bodyguards were currently patrolling, she finally drew the curtains shut and started to undress, planning to quickly hop into the shower before she went to bed.

I'm still looking for some more roleplay partners. Some ideas, to get the brainstorming going: 1) I'm the heiress to a big company or a major fortune. My parents have died a few years ago and while I was off at boarding school, you have been hired as the solicitor to take care of the estate until I turn 18. Now that I am of age I come back home in order to take charge of my inheritence, but you decide that the money - and my future - would be better off in your hands.

Hello,

I ave found a couple of roleplay partners already, but I could still go for one or two more, either in forum thread or by forum PM. Here's anotehr suggestion to go along with the shameless self-bump: 5) I'm the heiress of a billion dollar fortune returning from boarding school abroad, and you are the solicitor who wants not only the riches for himself, but a diapered slave-pet to go along with it (after all, you need a hobby

Hello everyone, I'm new here and I would love to do some rolepalys with you wonderful people. I'm not good at playing the dominant role, so I'd like to be the submissive who gets diapered and