Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

All Part of the Plan, Ch. 4

This is the fourth and final part of a caption series I co-wrote with @destinedfordiapers, a very sweet little boy who likes to think he’s a grown-up, even though he can’t hold his tinkles! Here are the links to parts one, two, and three.

"Don't be shy, sweetie," I said, dragging my boyfriend outside. "My friends already know all about your little diapies. There's nothing to be ashamed of."

In truth there was nothing little about the thick disposable diaper pushing his legs apart and forcing him to waddle like he'd only just learned to walk. I'd ordered them online, custom-made to look like sized-up Pampers with their white and teal coloring, although at the moment they were looking more yellow than white. They were the only thing he wore.

"I don’t want them to see!" he whined, digging his heels into the floor. "They'll make fun of me!"

"Baby, you’re a grown man who stills needs diapers," I said, rolling my eyes. “You’re going to have to get used to people making fun of you. Boys who wet and mess their pants aren’t entitled to respect. Now stop fighting me and come outside to the pool.”

“No!”

I stopped trying to pull him and he staggered back unsteadily, looking surprised. If he thought I was going to let him off though, he was mistaken. I spun him around and spanked him hard, one, two, three, four, five times on his diapered butt. Through the thickness of his puffy pants, he likely couldn’t feel a thing, but the message was the important thing. I’m the adult. You’re not.

I turned him back around to look at me and pointed my finger into his face like a strict teacher who’d lost her temper with a naughty child. “Listen here, little boy!” I shouted. I saw his eyes widen as the chatter and laughter coming from outside ceased. Everyone could hear what I was saying. “If you don’t start behaving right now, I swear I will take off your diaper, put you over my knee, and spank your bare bottom in front of all our guests!”

His eyes swam with tears and his bottom lip trembled adorably. "I'm sorry..." he said in a whisper. "P-please don't spank me."

I felt a wonderful tingling down below. My big macho man reduced to a snivelling toddler... The expression on his face wouldn't have looked out of place on a three year old!

I'd been getting more and more strict with him over the last couple of weeks. I balanced it out with lots of loving cuddles and cooing, but I wanted him to understand that I had the authority to discipline him if I felt it was necessary.

First I'd started smacking his cute little tushy more often, whenever he whined or got sassy with me. Then a few days ago I'd caught him trying to change his own diaper again. It hadn't even been a messy one! He'd only wet it a little, but he must have been desperate to take some small bit of control over his babyish problem, to take a break from lying on his back on the changing table with his legs in the air while I tickled his tummy and baby-talked to him. That was the first spanking he'd earned over my lap, but I was sure it wouldn't be the last.

I took him by the hand again. "Come along then, diaper boy."

This time he didn't resist as I led him outside, though I felt his grip on my hand tighten at the outbreak of snickering that greeted us when we stepped into the warm sunlight. One of my friends even let out a poorly muffled shriek of laughter at the sight of him toddling out in nothing but his huge, soggy diaper.

I beamed and waved at everyone, and soon the chatter started up again. There were about two dozen people, not all of whom I knew. Some friends of friends had been invited, including some hot guys lounging in deckchairs by the far side of the pool.

My eyes raked over the well toned body of a particularly handsome man. He spotted me looking, so I flashed him a smile and pretended to toy absent-mindedly with the strap of my bikini top, making my breasts jiggle temptingly.

“Who’s that?” my boyfriend asked, scowling. He was trying not to look at any of the guests, but he'd noticed my flirting.

"I don't know, sweetie," I said. "Not yet anyway. I think I'll go and chat him up."

"B-but what about me?"

"Awww, honey... You know I love you, but I still have needs.”

“But then… maybe I could… you know…”

“Ew,” I said, shutting him down at once. “No. I’m sorry baby, but the whole idea is just gross. Don’t even go there.”

He hung his head, and I could see tears forming in his eyes again.

“I know it’s hard to accept," I said firmly, "but I’m not your girlfriend anymore, sweetie. I’m your Mommy now, and it’s not appropriate for you to be pestering me for sex."

"I wasn't pestering..." he mumbled. "And you're not my... I just don't want..."

"If you're a good boy tonight, Mommy will give you diapie rubbies when you're on the changing table tomorrow," I offered, like a mother coaxing a small child with a treat. "You can make stickies in your morning diaper before I put you in a new one! How about that, sweetums?”

"M-my morning one?"

"That's right, baby."

"B-but if you give me rubbies right before you change me, that means it will be when I'm... when I'm... you know..."

"When you're poopy?"

He pouted. “Yes!”

I sighed. “I offer you a treat, and what do you do? You start fussing about how it's not good enough.” I shook my head. “Just for that, from now on all your orgasms will be in dirty diapers, never clean ones. I hope that teaches you a lesson about being grateful, sweetie."

"What?! But...!"

"Not another word out of you, little man! Why don't you be a good boy and splash around in the shallow end? Then I can go and find out what Mr Stud's name is, okay?"

There were a few seconds where he seemed to struggle with himself, and I wondered if a full blown tantrum might be coming. Then his shoulders slumped and he said, "Yes, Mommy..."

I smiled. Everything was perfect. My boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend, had been reduced to helpless diaper dependence. He'd never be able to get another girlfriend. If his stinky diapers didn't put them off, the infantile attitude I was nurturing in him certainly would. He'd stay right where he belonged, under my thumb, while I'd be free to seek adult pleasures elsewhere.

All according to plan!

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dangerousangleofadream

6 months ago

A Mouthful for Nige

Hi guys,

Did you miss me? Of course you did!

An interesting and successful dinner with 'Nigel' this week. He was clearly thrilled to be with me. I could feel the power I had over him just by sitting there looking into his eyes across the table. He was all fingers and thumbs... and "Yes, Mistress, three bags full, Mistress". Notice I left out "No, Mistress".

Perhaps because of that, I didn't have too much difficulty convincing him to agree to try sodomy and fellatio with one of the other slaves for me. "For me" is the crucial part of that statement. Oh and actually just fellatio as we agreed his arse wasn't yet ready for a real d*ck yet. More strap-on action is needed by way of preparation!

I didn't go straight into it, of course. I led up to it with a very interesting conversation about his relationship with his wife and some discreet public play. Tbh, by the time I got onto the main topic, I could probably have ordered him to strip naked and dip his balls in tabasco sauce and he would have complied.

The thing with his wife is that she sounds quite assertive, but she won't do BDSM. I think he was obviously attracted to her because he felt she seemed like the Mistress of his imagination, but she just wasn't interested in any of that. On the other hand, she didn't object to him going elsewhere to satisfy his need.

I asked about their sex life and it sounded quite perfunctory, though he clearly adores her and she seems still to care for him. I asked if she slept with other guys, but Nige said he didn't know and he didn't want to know. If she did, she was very discreet and he was happy for her to get on with it.

As for play, I did all the usual tricks I do with p*sspot. I chose his food for him, then covered it in salt and pepper as I accidentally ordered something he liked! I had wine, but kept him on water and spat in it, then when he drank I made him raise his glass to me, smile and say "Cheers" before drinking it down.

One thing I did that I haven't tried with p*sspot was getting him to lick my boots under the table. I was a bit lucky there as, although the restaurant was quite bright, the table was against a wall and the tablecloths were quite long, so you would have had to get down below table level to see what he was really doing.

I had warned him at the outset that I would make him do it at one stage during the meal and told him that he'd know when. About mid-way through, I knocked some of his cherry tomatoes on the floor with a quick jab of my fork. "Look what you've done, clumsy!" I lied, so that everyone could hear, "You'd better get down and pick them up".

The people around us were smiling at him getting down on his hands and knees and crawling under the table, but they didn't see me squashing one of the tomatoes and raising my foot so he could discreetly lick it off my boot. His face looked a bit like a tomato when he surfaced, though some of that was just through bending down.

On the sodomy and fellatio things, I began by asking him what he'd thought of V's guys doing it at the last Multi-Domme session and he said it had been incredible, but he'd assumed they must be gay. I explained that the point was that they weren't, they were doing it for Mistress and I think that rocked his world a little bit.

I said I quite fancied having my slaves do it next session and asked him if he would be willing to do it for me. He froze for a second and I thought I'd crashed his systems, then he said, softly and apologetically: "I think I told Mistress V it was a hard limit for me, Mistress N".

"Yes, she told me", I continued, casually, "But I thought I'd check if that still applied. People's limits change and I thought you might like to impress me" I grinned. Of course he would like to impress me! Men are like little performing dogs. I could see his mind starting to crank up into first gear and decided to push a bit more.

"Of course, you don't have to. It's entirely up to you. A hard limit is a hard limit -" His chance to shine in my eyes swiftly disappearing, he leapt in to drag it back. "No, please, if it's something you really want...Perhaps I could think about it...Perhaps I could try..." Well, that's what I like to hear!

I smiled and squeezed his hand and told him he was a good boy. We then started to discuss the practicalities and it was during that part of the conversation I realised he probably needed more training before I let one of the other guys loose on his anal passage; but it was a start.

I decided we should toast his decision, so I made him fill both our glasses, took his and spat in it behind my hand; then we drank to him sucking a relative stranger's c*ck for me next time we have a Multi-Domme sesh. I know he only said he'd "try" but how can you fail to perform fellatio? If you're willing, you succeed (no pun intended).

The other thing that may have put a bit of pressure on him when we were talking was that he needed a wee and I was making him wait until we'd finished our business. He was wriggling in his seat quite frantically by the end and it wasn't helped by me having made him wear a pair of his wife's knickers under his trousers.

Don't worry, I made him ask her permission to wear them and tell her exactly why he was doing so; I wasn't encouraging him to secretly pilfer her underwear. By all accounts, she was briefly scandalised, then amused. I also made him promise to hand wash them before returning them.

Wetting himself in the restaurant would have been bad enough, but wetting himself in his spouse's panties would have taken some explaining when he got home. For that reason, I was tempted to make him do it, but as he'd been so co-operative, I relented and let him use the bathroom just before paying the bill.

I didn't charge him for a session, which saved him quite a bit of money. I told him he should use the money he'd saved to buy a present for his wife, which he promised to do. I reckon she must be getting curious about me. Maybe one day, we'll meet and have a nice long chat about Nige.

Good weekend, chaps! No w*nking, though, it's still Locktober.

N x

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