Sarah wasn't there. I knew I where I needed to be - on my sissy spot. I wondered, given what I hoped would be my impending release, whether to kneel instead of standing. Mom will tell you how your day is going to be today. Today we are going to enroll you in a very special daycare, full of other babies just like you. Mommy has already researched the place and already filled out your application, with everything you will do and learn while you are there, I won't tell you everything because I want it to be a surprise for you, but one thing you will learn is how to love your diapers so much so that you'll beg to wear them whenever you run out of them.''. Mommy said with a small laugh. The second diaper was ripped open and fell on top of the first, it was flabby, soggy, and a little dirty with poop that went through the holes mommy made with the scissors.

Sissies that don’t have a current Domme or Dom to act as their chastity keyholder have been able to accomplish this on their own. Training your clitty to be permanently limp and useless by using a chastity device causes a psychological shift in your sexuality that needs to be experienced to be fully appreciated. I know you must be exhausted for today, but we still need to buy some important things for your first day at daycare baby. It shouldn't take too long.'' Actually, I didn't want to wear diapers, but I had no choice but to play her little game and I answered her using the softest voice I could. We spent 30 years chasing the "good life" and enjoyed the benefits that came with it but something was missing for us. We played around with bondage quite a bit and I even dressed in a corset quite often for our love making and it seemed to be alright with her but it wasn't near the turn-on for her as for me. I ended up liking it and using the cage more and more, until I decided to buy another and another and another. Each of them had different shapes, colors and sizes, but they were all amazing to use and I didn't even need a vibrator or anything like that to cum, just the stimulation and movements with the cage, along with the videos were enough for me.How is that last diaper, baby? Hahaha, I bet it's a real disaster, just smelling that horrible smell.''.

I don't know why I started to like diapers, but I saw a lot of content about it in adolescence and early adulthood, but it was something that lasted a few months and I would walk away and the cycle would repeat itself. This time, my attraction for abdl had returned and joined with my newest fetish for chastity and femdom, which made it all the more exciting. However even that kind of content was giving me less pleasure over time, even though there was still a lot of pleasure, so I started to dig deeper into it and found out about sissies when I was about 21. That was another big breakthrough point in my fetishes. Just imagining a beautiful, dominant woman, forcing me to use chastity and humiliating me already made me leaking pre-cum, but I also had fantasies about dominating too, I was a switch (more predominantly submissive). I started imagining different ways to dominate and be dominated as I watched more pornography, until I was thinking of different ways to dominate, but still involving chastity in my (imaginary, of course) 'sex life'. Lift your legs and spread them wide baby, you don't want to spoil your surprise and mommy's fun, do you?'' What better way for the dominant to flaunt his or her dominance than to physically ensure their chastised sissy is kept in a never-ending state of horniness and frustration.

A Locked Sissy Looks Sexy

I'm not gay!" I protested, "I...I was bored with you travelling and just trying to get myself off." There's a first time for everything. The chastity slave in this story attends a private play party for his Mistress and gets a very big surprise; his first experience of forced bi play.

He was now in chastity for much of the time. I noticed an immediate change in him. He was more docile; he was more obedient and listened carefully. He learned not to interrupt me (or his key holder). I got more interested in the device and used it for small humiliations. But he loved humiliation, so it was a mutual feeling. I woke up the next day still smiling from the night I had until I got up, went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and washed my face. I went to the living room and from there I smelled great, it was Katherine preparing breakfast for both of us. As soon as I entered the kitchen, I was greeted with 'good morning' and a kiss on the cheek, her affection made me embarrassed and she noticed it, and smiled. With all this stimulation and the constant humiliation on Emily's part, I was about to cum and I was about to say it, so Emily slapped my leg to remind me that I couldn't talk. She put a bib on me and started to feed me, but I couldn't stop squirming, so my face was getting messy with baby food, which made Emily laugh even harder. After about 20 minutes of driving, we arrived in front of a large building. It was a building with the walls painted blue in pastel tones and it was away from the rest of the city, there was a big sign at the entrance that said ‘’Daycare for big and special babies: Here your baby will never want to get out of diapers."At first, it still feels tight, my hole stretched, almost stinging as the dildo thrusts in and out. As I get more used to it, the pain is still there, but more numb, leaving me to focus on the filling I'm getting. Who did I recruit for this mission? My neighbor. She was (she moved later) an airline flight attendant and married to a successful engineer. We live in a city with row houses with common walls. We knew that she and her husband had a happy sexually fulfilling marriage — thanks to the common walls. We knew them pretty well and had the occasional dinner. Her husband was a runner and it was obvious that he was in good shape. I confided in her and asked her to be the key holder. She immediately thought it would be great fun. Unfortunately, her husband was not amused and was not willing to participate in any way. I didn’t tell my husband, but simply invited her over for coffee about a week later. She was wearing the key. I didn't want to get spanked by this girl I didn't know who was younger than me, so I let her lift my dress that barely covered my diaper. She hits me 20 more times. I had already started to cry from pain, humiliation and the feeling of injustice. Mommy told me to get up and took me to the bathroom. She put me under the shower with the cold water and washed me off.