devillilly-san

[devillilly-san]

"Ugh, are you serious, I took this babysitting job to make a little extra cash taking care of kids, but instead I've been stuck here all night "babysitting" you. Aren't you like, an adult? We're in the grade in high school after all, so what do you even need a babysitter for?"

"At least your mum pays me well... Now let's see, next on the list is: 'Bed-Time: make sure that you change him before he goes to bed, and tape him securely so that there are no leaks.'"

Her expression changed to that of a startled teen, before realising what your mother had revealed about you.

"WHAT the fuck, are you telling me that you still wear a diaper to bed??"

You shift nervously, piss steadily pooling into the pullups you were currently wearing. She noticed your nervous movements, and her jaw fell open further as she noticed the bulk in your shorts.

"Holy shit... you're wearing one right now, aren't you? You're still just like a little diapered kid who still goes tinkle in his nappy!"

"No!" You shot back, teary-eyed, "I only wear diapers to bed, I get to wear pullups during the day!"

There was a moment of silence as she processed your words, before roaring with laughter at your pathetic attempt to keep what fragments of your dignity you had left.

"Like there's a difference! Come on now little tyke, let's get you out of those pullups and taped into a nice pair of pampers, just like you mommy wanted!"

She took you by the hand and dragged you, protesting, into your bedroom, pinning you down onto the bed easily with one of her arms, and with the other tore the sides of your damp, padded underwear, before sliding it out from underneath you.

"And look, your mom was kind enough to leave one of your baby diapers on the bedside table! Isn't she a nice mommy?"

You kicked weakly but it was no use, with skill borne of years of experiences she swiftly wiped you over, and taped your new diaper over your member in but just a few seconds.

She chuckled as she stood. "I thought it was strange for someone your age to still be wearing diapers, but after seeing what you have underneath all that padding... Well, I think that a diaper seems pretty suitable to me."

[devillilly-san]

"Let's push that wittle pee pee down so it can fit in your pampies!! Tehehe, just kidding. Obviously it'll fit. But I like it when your wittle baby dick is pointed downward, that way when you pee it soaks the bottom and back like you're a wittle gurl!!

Ohh i'm sure it'll try to stand up, it's been making a lot of pokie pokies lately. Is somewon starting to enjoy their wittle diapurrs they used to hate so much??

Uh huh...sure...those sticky 'surprises' tell me otherwise. Maybe we need to get you a chastity cage so that you can't make stickies anymore and you always soak the bottom of your pampies!!"

Source: Milky Shell

[devillilly-san]

I don't want you to just ask me for permission to use the bathroom. I want you begging, pleading, telling me every little detail of how badly you have to go, how you don't think you can hold it much longer. Persuade me. Tell me how much you've had to drink and how long it's been since your bladder has last had relief. Tell me how good you've been, staying nice and hydrated, not even thinking about asking for the restroom until you're squirming and your bladder is heavy in your abdomen. Let me feel it. Let me run my hand over it and test how firm it is, pressing down on it, poking and prodding it to make sure it's full enough to warrant mercy.

Cross your legs and shove your hands between your thighs if you need to, but don't you dare complain. You know that I get to do what I want. You, you wouldn't know what to do with that kind of control. You're better like this: a submissive little thing who knows your place, who knows that you couldn't possibly tell what your body really needs, who knows that you need someone else to tell you what you deserve and when.

You're going to have an accident? It has been an awfully long time since you last went. And you have had so much to drink. I can see you trembling, your eyes welling up with tears from how badly you think you need it, the way you're holding yourself like the pressure is the only thing keeping it all from coming out. Wow, you do feel pretty full. All that liquid making your bladder nice and firm under my touch, making it swell out, bulging as it tries to make room to hold more. Tell me how much you need it, again? Enough that it aches? Enough that you feel like you're going to explode?

Hmm. Well, your bladder seems to have been able to fit it all so far. Have another glass of water and come back to me in 20 minutes. Maybe you'll deserve some relief then.

[devillilly-san]

Life-changing OCD hack is learning that you can literally call poison control to check if you fucked up and took medications wrong in a way that could kill you instead of having a panic attack while reading reddit and quora threads for an hour. They won't even be mad at you. Like obviously don't do it every day or something but genuinely you can do this if you need to

[devillilly-san]

You pouted fiercely as you sat, restrained, in your highchair. Your dinner of pureed carrots, turkey, and prunes sat untouched in front of you.

At the same time, Papa sat at the dinner table, surrounded by his best friends, enjoying pizza and a beer as they heckled and teased you ruthlessly for being such a big, pathetic baby.

It was all unfair! You couldn't help it! Ever since you started wetting the bed and agreed to Papa's special 'training regimen' to 'fix' your potty training, you've found more and more of your adult privileges stripped away from you.

You couldn't help that you were a bedwetter.

You couldn't help that you had started wetting your pull-ups during the day after that.

You couldn't help that Papa forced you to become his adult-sized baby doll or move out, until you could prove to him you were potty trained like an adult!

It was all too much! You gave in to your emotions, slamming your fists on the highchair tray and throwing your babyfood across the room. The mess was atrocious.

You immediately regretted your decision as soon as you heard Papa click his tongue in disapproval.

"I'm sorry, everyone, it looks like we have a little grump-a-potamus here tonight," Papa said, a dangerous tone in his voice.

"It's okay though, sweetie," he said as he walked close to you, gently stroking your cheek, "Nothing an enema and a little tummy time in the living room while Papa and his friends are watching football won't fix."

You went silent, except for the hiss of your piss hitting the padding of the diaper as you wet yourself out of fear.

Life definitely wasn't fair, but Papa always found ways to remind you that things could always get worse.

[devillilly-san]

*guilty*

I wonder if any littles ever look at my blog and think "i wish she was my mommy"

🎀

[devillilly-san]

dear little one,

you aren't a bad kid for throwing fits, you're not a bad kid for getting upset and showing anger.

sometimes its hard to control big emotions and your being so so brave for navigating the world the best you can

I'm proud of you kiddo

[devillilly-san]

Setting Rules for Littles with PDA 📚

(Pathological Demand Avoidance)

Affirmation-style: instead of “Maddie HAS to brush her teeth before bed” try “Maddie is so smart! She always remembers to brush her teeth before bed”

De-center the task: instead of “Danny HAS to finish his homework before watching TV” try “when Danny’s worksheet is done he gets to watch three whole episodes of Bluey!”

Take little bites: instead of “Lou HAS to take out the trash” try “Lou can tie up the trash bag now, and take it to the bin later when they leave for work”

These won’t work for everyone, but they can help break thru the barrier of PDA that makes traditional rules hard for some little ones!

Feel free to add on if there’s something else that helps you!

[devillilly-san]

Idea: Using a loading bar as a robotification/dronification trigger.

All I have to do is put it in your field of view. The moment that bar starts moving, your eyes focus on it. You know what it is, of course, know what it's going to do to you.

Perhaps there's a little bit of panic in you, but it feels muted, unimportant. Everything feels unimportant, as that loading bar progresses. You know that when it finishes you'll be completely blank and obedient. You know that more of your will is disappearing with each second. But you've already lost enough of your will that it doesn't seem to matter.

As it passes halfway, your arms drop into a neutral posture. Eyes are completely fixed on the loading bar as you feel the trigger progressing. You notice that your thoughts are disappearing, and then that thought, too, disappears.

Three-quarters loaded, and there's only a little more to do. Memories start disappearing, locked away until you wake up. If you were able to notice anything at this point, you'd notice programming and training flashing through your mind, remembering all the best ways to serve. But you don't notice it. It just happens.

And then, finally, the bar reaches 100%. Initialized, your posture straightens and you stand by, awaiting orders.

[devillilly-san]

Skip Google for Research

As Google has worked to overtake the internet, its search algorithm has not just gotten worse.  It has been designed to prioritize advertisers and popular pages often times excluding pages and content that better matches your search terms 

As a writer in need of information for my stories, I find this unacceptable.  As a proponent of availability of information so the populace can actually educate itself, it is unforgivable.

Below is a concise list of useful research sites compiled by Edward Clark over on Facebook. I was familiar with some, but not all of these.

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Google is so powerful that it “hides” other search systems from us. We just don’t know the existence of most of them. Meanwhile, there are still a huge number of excellent searchers in the world who specialize in books, science, other smart information. Keep a list of sites you never heard of.

www.refseek.com - Academic Resource Search. More than a billion sources: encyclopedia, monographies, magazines.

www.worldcat.org - a search for the contents of 20 thousand worldwide libraries. Find out where lies the nearest rare book you need.

https://link.springer.com - access to more than 10 million scientific documents: books, articles, research protocols.

www.bioline.org.br is a library of scientific bioscience journals published in developing countries.

http://repec.org - volunteers from 102 countries have collected almost 4 million publications on economics and related science.

www.science.gov is an American state search engine on 2200+ scientific sites. More than 200 million articles are indexed.

www.pdfdrive.com is the largest website for free download of books in PDF format. Claiming over 225 million names.

www.base-search.net is one of the most powerful researches on academic studies texts. More than 100 million scientific documents, 70% of them are free

[devillilly-san]

"No no kiddo. Growing up you were told to not drink water before bed so that you wouldn't wet the bed, because big kids don't wet the bed. But we know better now. We both know you're not a big kid--far from it in fact. So go on, drink up sweetie."

[devillilly-san]

Battery recharge 🔋

[devillilly-san]

Task: Take a day and just drive/walk around the area you live. I mean literally take a whole Saturday just to drive/walk down streets you've never been down before, follow them as far as they go, find out how they're connected, etc.

If you do drive, look around at what surrounds the roads on either side - fields, forests, buildings, alleys - and think of them from a walking perspective (how they're connected, how you'd get through/around that terrain on foot).

With all the talk of ICE raids and reports of them "making mistakes" and occasionally taking in legal U.S. citizens, I think it's important to remember that while large national bodies have a lot of manpower and force behind them, the one thing you have going for you if you become a target for one is home field advantage. You know the terrain, and they don't (especially if you know things well enough to leave the main roads since GPS exists now).

The better you know the surroundings, the better off you are in the event of an emergency. That principle is also transferrable to much milder conditions. When I was young, I used to walk everywhere I was going to in the city in daylight before having to walk there at night, just so I'd know where to run in case someone attacked me on the street. I also do this for protest routes. I don't go to protests without having walked the planned route ahead of time to make note of possible escape routes.

[devillilly-san]

Take care of yourselves everyone 💚🏳️‍🌈

[devillilly-san]

[devillilly-san]

Shimmery reminder that our pin pre-order is still going on~☆ 📌📌📌📌📌📌📌

Check it out here!

[devillilly-san]

Uni professor that makes me come earlier n sit on a specific chair every lecture? Every lecture there's a new toy on it which i need to stuff into my pussy and endure over the course of the lecture?

front row seat, legs crossed over one another as everyone walks in and says hi and gets to their chosen seat. And once they're all sat down, im expected to open my legs up so that the prof can see my stuffed pussy beneath the desk whilst he lectures - teeth flashing with the sadistic smirk he wears each time that he looks over and sees me with eyes squeezed shut, doing my best not to make any noise

Sometimes when he feels particularly cruel, he'll call me out by name and say pay attention. In extreme cases of cruelty, he'll ask me to answer his questions and listen to me stutter to jog my brain and look past the pleasure to answer his questions.

The toys vary each week - one time it was a thick dildo, another time a bullet vibe to shove up my cunt. One time it was a butt plug of which the professor could control the vibrations of from his phone.

Of course, I then also need to wait until the end of the lesson before i can leave. Otherwise, everyone would see me get up with strings of my own cum extending from the chair to my sopping pussy as I get up.

No, instead I wait for everyone else to leave.

Then the professor can tell me to turn around and touch my toes so that my skirt flips and he can observe my pussy, stuffed with whatever odd object he'd decided to use on me that week.

Then what? Well, maybe I'll get fucked in the lecture room - at the very front - so that it feels like everyone's watching me. Or, maybe he'll tell me to suck his cock because he's tired to lecturing with a boner from watching me on the front row. Alternately, he might even tell me to go sit on his desk at the front and myself off for him using the toy, before making me lick all the slick that drips from my pussy off of the desk with my tongue