"It's Time To Check That Diapee-butt Sweetie, Have You Made A Yummy Warm Squishies For Mummy???..."

domme women who are kind and gentle about your insecurities and make you feel loved always go to heaven

especially if they also degrade you and call you a slut

Went to a bakery and they had a you donut

Looks down at my little one and sees that they are covered from head to toe in mud

I look down at my little one and see they're covered head to toe in mud.

“Baby boy, what on earth did you do outside?!”

“I was making mud pies! I made you one.” He holds up a squishy pile of mud, rocks, and sticks, proudly offering it to me. I'm pretty sure I see a worm wriggling in there somewhere.

“Oh, love, that’s so sweet... but I think we should feed the earth instead. She’s hungry, mommy isn’t.”

I watch as he gently places the pie back on the ground, softly murmuring, “Here, earth, have some num nums.” My heart melts. This boy is just the sweetest.

Once he's done, I scoop him up and start tickling him. “My sweet little one is so muddy now... whatever shall I do with you?”

“Bath! Bath! Bath!” he chants, giggling. He really loves the one-on-one time mommy gives him when he's in the tub.

I carry him to the bathroom, his feet kicking excitedly. He’s still laughing as I gently undress him, and he looks up at me with those sparkling eyes, full of trust and joy. The warm water starts to fill the tub, and I add a bit of bubble bath. He giggles, watching the bubbles grow and froth.

“Mommy, make lots of bubbles!” he says, his face lighting up.

I smile and grab the little bubble wand, creating a mountain of frothy bubbles, and gently place him into the water. He sighs happily as the warmth surrounds him. His hands begin to scoop up the bubbles, squishing them between his fingers, his giggles filling the room.

I softly wash him, gently scrubbing the last bits of mud away from his skin. He relaxes against the edge of the tub, his eyes half-closed, as I carefully clean every spot. When I finish, I rinse him off, watching him giggle as the water swirls around him. He loves this part, where I pour the water over him and watch the bubbles wash away.

“Are you all clean, baby?” I ask, wrapping him in a warm, soft towel.

“Yes, mommy!” he says, a huge grin spreading across his face.

I cuddle him close, drying him off as he snuggles into me, his body warm from the bath.

Adventure (Part 4- A Messy Ending)

Slipping into your nursery I watch as you lay on the floor your jeans are on the floor next to you. Your legs are moving as you talk to your stuffies. Babbling away around your paci, your plastic pants and diaper crinkling away. You are being very patient and not rubbing your diaper again or humping against the floor which is how I find you most days.

Quietly I slip out of my shoes and jeans. Kneeling down on the floor I quietly crawl closer to you. You finally realize I’m there and make grabby hands for me as you smile behind your paci. Taking your hands in mine I kiss them and then place them back on your chest. Tugging your plastic pants they easily unsnap revealing your well used diaper. You blush as I tease you about how easy you make your nursery smell like a real nursery.

Sliding your legs back together I crawl up your body and lift myself up enough that you can peek down and see my slippery kitty. Lowering myself down I start rocking my hips your squishy and messy diaper squishes against you. Rubbing over your already sensitive peepee through your diaper. You know this is the closest you will ever get to my kitty during baby time.

“What’s the matter baby? Did you rub too much on your own?”

You blush and grab your blanket hiding under it. As you hide you feel me shift more as I sit up and rock my hips more, you moan and whimper as I do so knowing that you can’t make cummies without permission. Smiling I take your hand and place them on my naked chest. You wiggle out from under your blanket to see that while you were hiding I slipped my top off. Leaning down I kiss you through your paci and gently tug your paci free from your mouth by the loop. You squeeze my breast harder as I place your paci next to us.

Raising my eyebrow in warning you look up at me sheepishly. Leaning over you I lower my nipple to your lips. You latch on and nurse as I rub your diaper. Still teasing, bringing you to the edge and stopping when you get so close. I play with the top of your diaper chuckling when I can see you thinking I’m about to set you free and play with you like a real man, but deep down you know just like mommy that you are mommy’s baby boy who only gets to make cummies in his diaper.

Slipping off of you I sit in your crib, my back against the bars and patting the space next to me. You watch me knowingly as you crawl up in your crib kneeling next to me. Then lay across my lap with your messy bottom up in the air. Rubbing my hand over your messy diapered bottom I smile at the fact that you can’t help but hump against my lap still trying to find some relief. Slowly I start spanking your bottom and upper thighs.

Reminding you that you were naughty while we were out today. Trying to make cummies without asking by rubbing and playing with your diaper. Slipping your stuffie into your arms reminding you that you were rubbing them against your diaper earlier with no shame or cares. Your hips start to stutter and I know you are close when I tell you to, “make cummies in your stinky diaper for mommy sweetheart.” You cry out moaning loudly as you make cummies.

Rubbing your back gently I have you stay across my lap as you catch your breath and then I gently slip out from under you. Handing your your stuffie to snuggle you pout. I tease your pouty lip and remind you if you pout too much that your stuffie may be the only thing you are ever allowed to hump when making cummies. You look at me in shock then relax back into your pillows as you see me grabbing the changing supplies.

Holding up your fresh diaper I remind you the next time you play too much with your diaper without permission the diaper you are wearing you will stay in, small holes will be made, and then this fresh diaper will go over it. You nod your head knowing not to argue and grimacing as all of your messes are staring to cool against your skin. Still naked I slip between your legs and start the task of changing your diaper. You are torn between hiding behind your stuffie in embarrassment or watching me as I change your diaper

(Part 4 of 4)

Hope you enjoyed the mini adventure 😁

He climbs into my lap.

“Oof,” I say. “Somebody smells like pee-pee.” He squirms a little. “Who do you think it is? Can you guess?”

No answer.

“I’ll make it real easy for you, okay? Two options. Who do you think smells like they wet themselves? Me? Or you?”

I wrap my arms around him, his back on my chest, and feel him breathing in and out.

“Come on, honey, use your words.”

“Probably me,” he murmurs.

“Uh-huh,” I say, bouncing him a little on my legs. “Because who has a diaper on?”

“Just me,” he says.

I pull back the elastic of his pajama pants and he reacts involuntarily, hands reaching down to stop me from checking his diaper.

“How come you don’t want me to pull your pants down, baby?” I whisper in his ear.

“I—uh—I don’t know,” he says. He isn’t looking at me but I can feel heat coming off his neck and ears. I lean my head on his shoulder and glance at his expression. He looks ready to die of embarrassment.

“It’s just me here, honey. Nobody is going to hear you. Nobody else is going to see your diaper. And have I ever judged anything you’ve done?”

He shakes his head.

“No, that’s right, I haven’t. Put your hands on mine, okay? Like this.” I place his left hand on the back of my left hand and he takes initiative and places his right hand over my right hand. And then we both ease down the elastic waistband of his pajama pants, enough to see a very, very wet diaper peek out.

“Would it feel good if I touched it, honey?” I ask. His left hand slips up to his mouth and he bites his finger. He nods.

“Where? Show me where.” He pulls my right hand down into his pants and I start to rub his diaper, squeezing it. “That’s really heavy, I say. You had to go a lot, huh? Should we change you?”

He shakes his head.

“No change? Why not, baby? Ohh, do you want me to keep petting you?”

“Don’t stop,” he says. Now both of his hands are up by his face. “D-don’t stop.” His breath is getting shaky. He shifts his hips, diaper crinkling. I start to rub him faster and he’s grinding against my hand, and getting it’s damp from his pee soaking through the material. He’s so cute like this, whining and blushing, and I can’t resist kissing his neck over and over. “Mama, I’m going to—“ He arches his back, squirming like crazy on my lap.

“Aww, did you have another accident in your diaper?” I ask him, pushing him gently down onto the couch and climbing on top of him, one elbow on either side of his body. He nods shakily. I settle on the couch behind him and wrap my arms around him again, pulling him very close to me. “Handsome, smelly baby. Do you want a change now?”

He shakes his head. “Uh-uh. Can I just have five more minutes like this?”

“What, do you like wearing a smelly, sticky, used diaper? Huh, baby?”

“Mmmmm…maybe…”

“And you like me holding you?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Okay, we can stay like this for five minutes. And then you’re getting a change.”

I love making craters 🌕 In my soggy diapers 🥵

Imagine taking someone to watch a movie

Getting them the extra large drink, watching the sip away and almost finish the whole thing less than an hour into the movie,

Getting them a refill before they can get up, they try to follow but you just *insist* they can't miss this scene.

When you come back they're practically bouncing, squirming in their seet.

"Can i--"

"No no, no wait for this scene to end!"

And the next scene, and the next. They try to get up, but you pull them into your lap.

"Please, I'm-"

"thirsty?"

You hold the soda up, reminding them they still gotta finish that one too.

By the time the movies over, they're bursting. But, oh god, the line.

"L-Let's just go,"

"But I thought you had to pee?"

You make them stand in the line. Ten minutes pass, you're about four people away ....

"You know what, you're right. This is taking forever."

"what?? But-but-"

You practically drag them outside while they pathetically whimper their spot in like quickly claimed.

You get them in the car, aking sure the seatbelt is properly adjusted, since they can't seem to do it themselves.

"T-Too tight," they whine against the security of the belt.

"It's nessisary, don't worry about it. You're grown you know this. Awh, honey, you're holding yourself so hard. Don't worry, it's just an eight minute drive home, as long as theirs no traffic."

Of course theirs traffic.

You get home twenty minutes later. They can't even make it to the front door, making it three steps before the floodgates break, leaving a huge wet spot on your patio and their pants/dress.

"Uh oh, looks like you still need some training..."

him looking up at you with low lids and little hearts in his eyes while his nose is pressed to your cunt

“So, what do you like to do in your free time?”

“Uhmmmm does diapering up high functioning adults and turning them into babies that heavily depend on their mama and ask for milkies count? No? Well god forbid a girl has hobbies”

"Wimpy sensitive nerdy weaklings 😭😭" I'm so curious, what is it you like about this? Love your posts!!!

I have thought about it a lot. Maybe it’s the subversion of expectations from a guy, maybe I expect that they’d be able to understand me better, maybe bc vulnerability is attractive. At the end of the day though it’s just what I like whether I understand it or not.

Thanks for asking!