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My wife got me this anklet! She said I should wear it out tonight because she’s having a new lover over to the house. I wonder who’s going to get more cum?😋

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Hurricane Helene Hot Tub Panty Party 💦

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The Wife’s Fullcut Panties 💦

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Mummy made me sit on my diaper and touched and teased me to make me so horny before wrapping my sissy clitty in a diaper. I begged her to let me make cummies but she said no. Tiffany 🦋 xx

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"What are you doing in here, baby?"

It was Sylvie's emphasis on the last word that set Amber's stomach lurching. "Uh- uhm, nothing! I was just, um-" Her eyes dropped to the bathroom floor, as if they might find a plausible excuse written there among the tiles. "I was just, uh, washing my hands-"

"Washing your hands, hmm? Your dirty, dirty hands?" Sylvie stepped forward, her tone lowering in husky amusement. "Aww, it's so good to see my girlfriend taking hygiene so seriously! Though I can't help but wonder, you know…" A wry smile flitted across her face. "Why is it you decided to walk right past the kitchen sink and wash here instead? You know… in the room you're not supposed to be in without supervision?"

Her last words lowered dangerously, and Amber felt a shiver of adrenaline ripple through her. It was the thrill of being reprimanded, of being caught red-handed, of being hunted and cornered like helpless prey. And in her quavering reply could be heard the faltering whimper of said prey, already acknowledging her hunter as the victor.

"I- I'm sorry…" she whispered, but Sylvie was behind her now, pressing her warm body close and running her hands teasingly up and down her hips. A soft, almost imperceptible rustle sounded in the silence, and Amber bit her lip in silent chagrin. "I- I know I shouldn't have! It's just that- well, I- I had to go-"

"You had to go." Sylvie repeated drily. "You had to go. Go where, I wonder? Hmm? There's no car in here, sweetie. No bicycles or skates or anything. Where on earth could my darling little Amber be going, hmm?"

Her hands were kneading rhythmically now at Amber's hips, and Amber's breath caught at the sensation. Oh, fuck-! Sylvie knew damn well what she meant, of course. She just wanted her to say it, to confess, to mouth those mortifying words. She gripped the hand towel tighter, awash in the delicious sensation of being so effortlessly teased… dominated… humiliated…

"To the potty," she whispered, a little lisp slipping unheeded into her suddenly high voice. "I- I hafta go potty! An' an I don't wanna make an accident-"

"An accident?" Sylvie was laughing softly now, her lusty voice warm in Amber's ear as she drew her closer. "Aww, were you scared you were going to make a great big mess in your pants? But sweetie, I thought we talked about this, didn't we?" Her hands were slipping under Amber's perilously short skirt, and with one quick tug the material was up around her waist. "Let's see here. Hmm… what's this? What's this pretty little thing you're wearing, baby? Tell me."

Amber trembled in place, her eyes dropping down to the puffy bulk on display between her legs. "I- uh- a- a- dia- a dia-" She let out a pathetic little squeal as Sylvie's hand pressed the padding deep into her most sensitive regions. "A diaper," she faltered, and at that simple little word Sylvie let out a throaty laugh.

"A diaper, hmm? That's right. My sweet, grownup, adult girlfriend is wearing a diaper! Isn't she?" She murmured affectionately into Amber's ear, stroking all the while. "It's what she needs, after all. It's what she deserves. Because I know that deep down inside, she's not an adult at all. She's just… a sweet little baby. And you know, there's one thing about being a little baby…"

She paused, and Amber let out a meek, questioning whimper. "When you're wearing your diaper, sweetie," Sylvie whispered, and every syllable rang with sultry authority. "It's because it's where you're supposed do your business. So there's no such thing as accidents, sweetie. No accidents whatsoever. Because when little baby girls like you squat down and fill their pretty, soft diapers…"

She chuckled, and deep within her Amber felt her stupid, subby pussy clench in ardent desire. "It's not an accident at all. In fact… it's exactly what I want you to do."

Well, at that Amber could only whimper once more. Nod. And turn her groveling, longing eyes up at last to meet Sylvie's… just like the sweet, submissive girlfriend she'd always known herself to be.

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"A Big Girl?"

Daddy was almost laughing as he scoffed the words.

"Laying here wearing your Spongebob panties and Hello Kitty leggings? Do big girls wear clothes like that?"

In a futile effort to retain some modicum of dignity, I avoided eye contact with Daddy as best I could. Sadly, my freshly cut and dyed hair was proving inadequate for the task and I found myself wishing I had Bankie with me right then.

Daddy shook his head, tsking me, as he pulled my leggings and panties down my chubby thighs, pausing for a moment to revel proudly at his diligent work in the gardening department last weekend. He smiled and tossed my SpongeBob underpants into the hamper.

Daddy's question hung in the air until he pried that last shred of pride out of me by finally locking in full eye contact.

"Nooooooooooooo!" he said in an exaggerated, loud-AF whisper, shaking his head at me.

I contemplated Daddy's question in my intoxicated brain, and realized that maybe he had a little fraction of a point, so I shook my head and whispered, "No Daddy."

"Very good, Princess! Tell Daddy, what kind of a girl wears those?"

We both knew the answer he wanted.

My face flushed red as I looked into those piercing eyes.

"A little girl wears those things, Daddy." My voice, barely a whisper, lit Daddy's face up like a construction zone at night.

"That's right again! Little babies."

Sometimes my echolalia gets the best of me when I'm sober. Intoxicated? I start repeating without meaning to.

"Little babies," I echoed back.

He began turning my leggings right-side out as a grin spread across his face at the soft sound of my echo.

"That's right, Princess," Daddy said. His voice sounded mildly amused as he finished folding my leggings and set them aside. His hand drifted toward my bare and very desparate princess parts. His fingers barely grazed against my skin and all I wanted in thats second was for him to slip one in and sate the starvation of my princess parts.

Followed promptly by his cock.

I hadn't felt him slide all the way into home for a whole 5 painfully long days and my princess parts were practically screaming to feel even just the head of Daddy's cock. Oh god, I was gonna make sure Daddy felt so, so happy to be home!

That is not, however, what Daddy had in mind. Or not in that way at least.

"That's what you are, you know?" Daddy's voice brought me out of my daze thinking about all the ways I was gonna please Daddy tonight.

"Daddy's little baby. And what do babies wear Princess?" Daddy asked so sweetly but there was a clear tone under it. He was gonna make me say it. Out loud. He wanted to hear me tonight.

"...D-diapers, Daddy." All my more complex words seemed to vanish. What took their place? Wanting nothing more in the world than to do whatever Daddy says and to keep the tingly feelings between my legs to keep going.

I felt my leg quake a little.

Daddy never misses even the smallest details. He smirked at me.

Good job Princess!" Daddy said. "You wanna know what I think? I think you actually love them! You loooove your diapees and all the ways they make you feel when you're wrapped tightly in them. I bet you crave them even when Daddy isn't here. You miss your pampers almost as much as you miss Daddy's cock, don't you?"

Ashamed, I nodded at Daddy.

"Say it Princess. Tell Daddy the real honest truth. Do you love your diapees?" he said. Eye contact wasn't avoidable anymore - I was transfixed on being a good girl to please Daddy and keeping the tingles going, which had now gotten much more intense all of a sudden.

"I...I l-l-love my diapees, Daddy."

From the way he was looking at me it was clear this was turning him the fuck on, probably even more than he expected. I could feel the heat of my face, my embarrassment and shame on full display. Daddy looked down, savoring the sight before him.

"Of course you do, because you're just a little baby." His eyes sparkled, and then, "Since we established that you love them so much, I think you should now ask Daddy for your diaper, little one. After all, they're clearly a treat for you because you love them so. A treat I promise you can depend on every weekend. Ask Daddy to diaper you up nice and snug and to take over. We both know you've had far too much Big Girl Time this week." He looked at me for a moment and then repeated his request.

"Go ahead Baby, Ask Daddy for your diaper," he said as his fingers grazed back and forth on my dripping princess parts.

If I asked for the diaper, which is what he wanted, then my chances of getting to feel Daddy's cock deep in my princess parts dropped to zero until I get changed in the morning. Daddy doesn't like to waste diaper changes when I've got a perfectly good mouth that he enjoys greatly, even when it's not saying words.

Not just that, but it was clearly a threshold moment in our relationship. It felt like I was surrendering something somehow more to Daddy, but I'll be damned if I cared. Daddy's face was so happy and his eyes were shining with the intoxicating cocktail of dominance and amusement and pure love.

I could be a good girl and do what made Daddy's eyes twinkle like that with anticipation. Honestly, that alone seemed like a good enough reason at that moment, and my princess parts were definitely voting in the affirmative for being the goodest girl in the whole universe.

I knew my answer.

I fucking loooooove being Daddy's good girl, but...

My God, it was incredibly hard to ask for what Daddy thought I needed more at this moment, instead of what I wanted, but trusting that Daddy knows best is crucial for our relationship. And we both agreed that we are ready for the next step in my training.

My face flushed scarlett as Daddy's eyes locked back on mine.

"Dada, will you pwease put me in my diapee?"

His hand suddenly pressed down firmly against my princess parts and a massive orgasm bucked through me, lifting me off the bed in an arch and pressing my princess parts even harder into Daddy's giant hand, leading to a bit of humping and subsequent cummies. As I shook with ecstasy, I could hear Daddy's laughter.

"There's my horny little baby... Such a good little babygirl..." I could hear nothing in my cascade of cummies except Daddy's praise mixed with the sound of him unfolding my new megamax and stuffer. I made cummies again at the sounds of my impending further humiliation.

My body slowly relaxed between the small aftershock cummies now flooding my system, and I snuggled back, knowing that Daddy had everything, including me, under control.

Daddy knows best, after all.

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"I like you better like this."

Mona's words, soft and breathy, shiver through you. You can't help it. You find yourself unable to look away from her warm brown eyes… her mesmerizing smile… the greedy hunger written across her face. Her hands, soft and cool, tighten on your bare shoulders. And wordlessly, your body quivers in abject, devoted response.

"Uhh… huuuh…?"

It's just a whimper. A sweet, pathetic, questioning little whimper. But as it leaves your parted lips, the light in Mona's eyes grows brighter. "Of course I love you no matter what, darling. But you're so… perfect like this. No silly grownup clothes. No makeup. No glasses, no perfume. Just you… and your diaper. A pretty, naked little babydoll…" Her breath hitches, and the next words betray the husky arousal blossoming within her. "For me."

For me. The simple words crash over you with all the thrilling force of an ocean wave. Between your own thighs, down beneath the rustling surface of the babyish padding she's just given you, you sense your own unbidden excitement building. For her, yes. I'll be anything, do anything for her-

"Maybe it's silly," she admits now. The shivers of pleasure continue to race through you, redoubling as her fingers slip gently down to caress your naked left breast. "And I know you're new to this stuff. But it just… it suits you, you know? You're so small and sweet and perfect. And… and when I see you like this, actually wearing a diaper for me…" She trails off, and your lips part in mingled pain and delight as she pinches longingly on your nipple. "God, it's such a turn-on-"

Her chest heaves, squarely at your eye level. You feel a sudden, overpowering urge: an urge to bury your face in her breasts, to let their pillowy warm softness blot out all other sights and sounds. You quiver, eyes dropping from her face and shamefully, hungrily, at the paradise before you. You need to feel her skin on yours. You long for her scent to fill your senses. You yearn for her hands to twine in your long blonde hair, pulling you deeper and ever deeper into her…

"My sweet little baby," she murmurs, and a muted little whimper escapes you once more. Her hand is on your cheek now, cradling your face and raising it once more to gaze into hers. "You're my sweet, incredible little baby girl. Giving me her control. Giving me everything… trusting me… letting me tease her and train her…"

She leans closer now, and in every husky syllable you sense her lust. "You know… maybe I'll keep you like this all the time. Naked… in just a diaper-" The last word jerks out of her, and you shiver as her hands tighten on your bare shoulders once more. "Oh, fuck. You'd be so perfect. My twenty-four year-old baby, waddling naked around our apartment… cute and helpless and adorable… unable to do anything but dribble and leak into your pampers. Just-" She's practically salivating now, and her chest heaves once more. "Just like the sweet little baby you deserve to be…"

The mental image flashes before you: naked and infantile and ever so blush-inducing. It's unlike anything people say you should want, and yet… Oh, how badly you want it right now! You need it. You need to please her, to obey her. Right now you want nothing more than to do exactly as she wants: waddle, crawl, piddle, coo, drool… whatever. Because she's Mona. She's your fiancée. And no matter how strange it might be, you sense that she's showing you the way to a happiness unlike anything you've ever had.

And so, you blink up into her face. You flash a shaky smile. And you confess the truth that erupts from your very core…

"I like me better like this, too."

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"Okay, so remember, once we have them in their diaper, it's really important that we praise them. They're going to be very averse to their new lifestyle at first, but they have to get used to it.

So we want them to associate their diaper with good things, at least in the beginning. Tell them they're a good boy, that they look super cute in their wittle diapurrs. Pinch their cheeks, boop their nose, and talk to them in your little singsong voice. Guys aren’t used to getting compliments and affection as much, so if they receive that sort of praise and physical touch while they’re in a diaper, they’ll warm up to the idea a lot faster than you think.

Now, once we’ve got them pampered and praised, I like to put a pacifier in their mouth. I find it really helps them regress a few years, makes them more docile, and it keeps them quiet other than their adorable little whimpers. It’s hard for them to do much arguing or fussing when they’re suckling a binky!

After they’ve been praised and regressed a bit, it’s time to *really* get them enjoying their diapers. That means: we’re going to make them cum.

I know, I know, this whole thing is supposed to be a ‘punishment’, but trust me, the ends will justify the means. If it makes you feel any better, the only time they will get to cum from now on will be when they’re in a diaper. That means no sex, and constant supervision to prevent masturbation. You control their orgasms, just like you control where they go potty.

So when we make them cum in their diaper, we never want to reach into the actual diaper. That kind of defeats the purpose. We want them to feel the padding, hear the crinkles, all while changing the way they traditionally garner sexual stimulation.

So what I like to do is place my palm right here on the outside of the diaper, right between their legs, and feel around for their winky. Those of you that have hubbies with little nubbies may have a harder time finding it, but honestly, even if you’re not directly on it, that’s okay. You’ll find they’ll aim their hips the right way for you.

Once you’re on it, you’re just going to do a simple kneading motion back and forth just like this. Long, slow movements at first. Don’t start too fast. You want them to really take in the feelings and sensations. You’ll even see them get a little desperate for more, and it’s up to you if you want to speed up and go a bit harder, keep that same pace, or just take your hand away and watch them wiggle and whimper.

But the most important thing is that this entire stimulation process is never silent. In addition to the crinkling, you want to continue praising them. Really dial up the baybee talk here. You should be reminding them what a good little boi (or gurl!) they are. Remind them what they’re wearing. Obviously they know they are in a diaper, but you need to vocalize it.

‘Wook how cute the wittle baybee is in his diapee!’

‘Hubby wooks so adorwable in his Huggies!”

Things like that.

If they have an erection—which I’m sure they will from all the rubbing—point that out to them: ‘oh my goodness! I didn’t think these pampers could make your pee pee so pointy!’ or ‘somewon sure is getting hard in their Huggies!!’

If they have messes, praise them for that as well. Nothing like getting complimented for pissing or pooping in a pamper. Again, we’re just trying to emphasize the state at which they’re in.

Another way to do that is to have them tell you. Make them vocalize these things:

“Tell me what you’re wearing little boi!”

“Why is it so plump? Did you do something in there? Tell me what you did.”

“Is that something a big boi would do??”

Make them use their little baybee voice, make them lisp, make them make it high-pitched, and make them do all of it with that pacifier still in their mouth!

If they do it properly, reward them with rubbies, if they’re stubborn or not performing up to your standards, pull your hand away. You’ll have them babbling like a baybee in no time!

I know some Mommies that will only do the rubbies while their hubby is jiggling a rattle. If the rattling stops, so do they. Feel free to be creative, as long as they’re being patronized while they’re pampered, you’re doing the right thing!

Alright, so after a few minutes—or maybe even a few seconds—they’re going to be ready to cum. Make sure you emphasize that they have to tell you when they’re close, and they have to do it in baybee talk. I like to have them tell me they have to make a ‘goo goo’. But you can use whatever term you want.

At this point we’re gonna do what’s called a ‘ruined’ orgasm. For those that don’t know, that’s where you get them right up to the edge when they’re babbling and rattling and goo goo ga ga’ing, wait until you see them first start to spasm—then lift your hand away. If you do it right, they’ll be past the point of no return, and all their little stickies will leak out, but they’ll only have a fraction of a pleasurable orgasm.

This is important, because it puts them in this sort of limbo. Where they’re a little satisfied but also still a bit horny and desperate. Don’t be surprised if they whine and cry about it either—you know how men can be. But that’s when you tell them one of your most important lines:

‘Maybe next time!’

That will leave them literally cumming back for more. They’ll be desperate for their next diaper, their next rubbie, or the next stage of their training.

But another important step here is to make them sit in their shame. Keep them in their sticky diaper for a bit, at least an hour or two. Let them feel the warmth of their little load that they made—all while they were in a diaper. And the only way they get to make a load like that again is…in a diaper. We really want to drive this point home. They are not going to cum without the constant sound of crinkling coming with it. They don’t get the love, touch, and affection while they’re in silly boxers and big boy clothes. The only way they get pleasure is when they’re in their pampers.

Wives never believe me, but i promise you, eventually, they’ll actually beg you to put them in a diaper, just so you can make them cum again.

But what we’re not going to tell them is that we’re eventually going to wean them off. They’re not going to get to cum every time they put on a diaper. For the first dozen times or so, yes, they get an orgasm (even a full one) every single time. But then it becomes “well only if your diaper is wet”, which makes them feel good about wetting, cause then they get a rubbie reward. But then they’ll grow used to that as well, so we have to constantly find ways to push their limits.

Wait until you see their face when they push their first poop into their pamper. They’re sooo embarrassed, but they’re willing to do it, all because you said you would give them a goo goo if they make a poo poo. But of course, what you don’t tell them, is that they’re gonna have to cum while they’re still inside their messy diaper. Don’t worry girls, if you get too disgusted, just make them turn over and turn their rubbies into humpies!!

Ohh I just love helping wives turn their useless/ungrateful husbands into helpless and desperate diaper dumpers! I know some that have their husbands wearing huggies 24/7, and sometimes even in dresses too! Even the most homophobic, chauvinistic pig can be turned into a pamper packer, all it takes is a little TLC.

Men are so easy, you can literally control their whole life, as long as you control when and where their balls get emptied. Which reminds me: next week, our workshop is going to talk about a little thing called a ‘chastity device’!!

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Yes, please!

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Can’t wait til I have a beautiful bicurious boyfriend who I can teach to suck cock  (◕ᴗ◕✿) It’s gonna be so much fun from start to finish.

From the first time I make him admit what he wants: cuddled up to him on the couch with my hand down his pants, whispering questions into his ear about how often he gets distracted by men in porn, if his mouth waters when he watches their cocks twitch in the women’s hands, and  how often he has let himself touch himself to the thought of how they might taste… watching a blush creep over his cheeks as he moans his answers, keeping his eyes shut tight with embarrassment and squirming in my teasing grasp… telling him if he wants to cum he has to tell me everything, has to beg for what he really wants, pushing two of my fingers into his mouth so he has to whine it around them, then pulling them out and making him repeat it just as my hand starts stroking faster…

To when I’m training his gag reflex on my dildo, patiently letting him learn to relax his mouth and throat as he takes more of it in, not moving my hips even though the sight of him looking up bashfully through his pretty eyelashes is almost more than I can bear… hands nestled in his soft hair, calling him a good boy when I finally feel his stubble against the innermost part of my thigh as his lips brush the leather of my harness and he moans happily…

And finally when he’s kneeling on the floor, nervous but excited, as the guy he spent hours picking out makes his way over to our apartment… as he experimentally strokes another man’s hardening cock for the first time, and feels it swell on his tongue… when he feels my breasts warm against his back and my hand rubbing gently at his own erection through his jeans as the man groans with pleasure… when he hears us both telling him what a good job he’s doing and how sexy he looks with his mouth filled up with cock… and as I reach down to share his mouthful of cum in a sloppy kiss, before looking into his eyes full of pride for him for being brave enough to let himself engage with a part of him he’s been made to feel ashamed of, and thankful that he allowed me to share it with him.

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A Bull Who Likes to Watch

Cuckolds aren't the only ones who like to watch. Bulls like to watch also.

I love watching the cuckold couple having sex. I love everything about it.

The foreplay - How the cuckold gets all prettied up for her. How the cuck helps her step into her strapon harness, making sure it' nice and snug. How the cuckold gets done on "her" knees to suck the wife's girl-cock (by this time I'm getting hard) and gags as wifey deep throats her.

Once the girl cock is nice and wet the cuck takes her place on the bed, ass up and ready to take it like the sissy bitch she is. If the cuck is luck, she's been let out of her chastity cage. If not, well...so be it.

Then there's the lube...lots and lots of lube. Plenty of it around and inside the cuck's boi-pussy. Fingering her "hubwife" as she makes sure the lube finds its way where it'll be needed, she then pays attention to the dildo. It's not nearly as big as my own cock, but ample enough to fill the sissy's "cunt."

After lathering the dildo, she places her greasy fingers on the sissy's lips for a good cleaning.

Then it’s time....

By this time, I'm horny enough to want to fuck the sissy myself...but I hold back.

This is their time together.

I respect that. And I love to watch anyway.

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Mmmmm.

Mommy knows that cucks like you don't get to join in when she has "grown up fun" in her bedroom late at night.

Very often she brings home good looking young men who try their hardest not to laugh when they first come through the door and see you. Dressed up in a bright pink frilly dress with a thick diaper that peeks out under the skirt even through it's covered by a matching frilly diaper cover! You try your hardest to curtesy and say hello with your pacifier in your mouth.

Mommy then explains to them what a sissy cuck you've become. A little baby who can't keep their pants clean and has a little chastity cage that keeps their 'special parts' tightly locked up. They often ask...

"So they never get to have sex?" And Mommy always replies...

"No, but she gets very close!"

Little do they know that the "very close" that cucks like you get to sex is having the used condom of a real man emptied into your pacifier the next morning for you to suck on and enjoy. Spending all morning sucking the taste of a real man while you squirm away in dirty diapers.

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FEMINIZATION STEP #1 - PANTY HIM

One of the best ways to feminize a man, is to make him wear “girl clothes”. Putting your sissy (CD/TV) in panties is a great way to begin the process of his transformation.

Start off easy with panties. I’m thinking a soft color like pink, white, lavender or yellow. You're initial timing is crucial! Start with a Friday/Saturday night at home, watching movies, etc.. Then as things move to the bedroom, give him a night to remember, while he is pantied. Then don't say anything for a few days. Let his psyche absorb it. Next weekend, repeat; etc.. Keep This up for several weeks/months. What you are doing is IMPRINTING his psyche. He will associate the panties, to the great nights with you.

As for style of panties, anything works, but I would recommend something really sissy like full cut. You want as mush silk/satin touching his skin as possible. When we get to man-scaping, this will become apparent what we are trying to do. Make sure to try different styles initially, so he can experience things, full-cut, etc. Keep him guessing, and anticipating.

Later, we will get to his second pair of panties. Sissy's should always wear 2 pair of panties (to be explained later). But a nice thong or G-string feel perfect when he is plugged. A first pair can be used to "contain" (granny panties), with a second ultra-frilly pair on top. Also, first pair can have "rear-access" hole, for Mistress, while second pair are at sissy's ankles, etc.. Lots of scenarios.

After he has become used to being pantied on the weekends, we move to weekdays, under his male clothes. Start slow, maybe 1 day per week. Start with Fridays, as to build anticipation for the weekend. Then the weekend can include ultra-feminine panties like super, frilly, little girl panties. It's hard to be "manly" when wearing Princess panties !!!

When you have him wearing panties like a good boy, s/he’ll be so much more submissive and willing to please! When alone at home, make sure they are super frilly !!!

Wearing panties daily is a must for a sissy so s/he better get used to the feel and look of them!

P.S. one great idea is to have him match the color of his chastity cage with his panties. For example, if he is wearing a pink cage, have him wear pink panties as well!

For work, it doesn't matter if he still wears boxers over his panties. You just want him pantied, and not to be exposed. This is YOUR SECRET. This builds intimacy and trust in your relationship.

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OMG - yes!!

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Hmmmm.  I will Mommy.

Yes, they ARE as soft and slinky as they look! 💦

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Tat for Tit (NSFW 18+)

Author’s note: My fianc… Mommy *cough* wouldn’t let me touch till I was diapered. How rude is that? 😭 Also haven’t posted any pics of us in a while and wanted to bring a bit of that back. Enjoy, you crinkly little pervs. Lol 

***DISCLAIMER*** The people depicted in the following picture / caption are consenting adults over the age of 18. If you are not 18 or older, CLICK AWAY NOW. 

You know the rules, squirt. No “num-num” time till we get that baby noodle of yours wrapped back up in a diaper. I don’t care if we’re married, you know the rules. Remember what happened last time I let you touch them? I don’t want to deal with any leaky, immature boys who can’t control themselves getting my skin and clothes all wet and sticky. 

Oh? You don’t need the diaper? Even though you wear them to beddie bye every day? Well, do you want to explain that wet spot on your pants then? Did you go pee-pee, is that it? Poor baby boy got scaywed by Mama’s big boobies and made a widdle tinkle in his big boy pants? 

Aww, poor wet babys all wed n bwushy now, idn’t he? And what about dis widdle stiffy? Where did dat come fwom, huh? Maybe baby didn’t go pee-pee after all? Maybe widdle baby got all happy n’ tingwy when he saw Mommy holding his diapurrs. 

No? You’re bad at lying, hun. I wish you would be more honest like your itsy bitsy friend there. Actually, that gives me an idea! Lets just give the magic weenie a little rub, shall we? I bet it’ll make my wish come true. *giggle*

*rub* *rub* *ru-!

Oh my goodness! Well that certainly didn’t take long, did it? Aww, is the baby embawassed he had an “accident” in front of Mommy? Of course I know you didn’t mean to, sweetie. That’s exactly what the diaper is for. *smirk*

Well, now that that’s out of the way, I hope you enjoyed making your silly little squirt-squirts, because I’m sure baby will have a few more… accidents before sleepy time tonight, and naughty hubby babies that lie to Mommy don’t get changed till bed-time tomorrow.

Oh hush, I don’t want to hear another word. You’re lucky I still let you wear those ridiculous tighty whities at work at all and I’m sure no one will notice if you wear your diapies for a single day. 

What if you leak? Good question. I guess I’ll have to put another diaper around the one you’re wearing, wont I? Now take off those icky, sticky pants, lay down, and spread your legs like a good boy. 

Maybe next time you’ll do what Mommy says.