“I Masturbated To The Thought Of You” Awww That’s Pretty Pathetic Puppy, Do It Again

It’s raining today. The kind of soft, steady rain that makes the whole house feel sleepy.

I glance out the window, watching the drops trail down the glass like little rivers. “No playground today, lovebug,” I say gently.

Little one pouts—just a little—and hugs their stuffie tighter. “But I wanted to go outside…”

“I know, sweetheart. But you know what we can do?” I smile, ruffling their hair. “We can stay in and build the coziest blanket fort ever. Just you, me, and Mr. Bun.”

Their eyes light up like I’ve just offered them the moon. “With fairy lights?”

“With fairy lights and cookies,” I promise.

We pull the cushions off the couch, drag big blankets from the linen closet, and string up twinkly lights around the edges. Little one helps by holding the tape and directing where each pillow should go—“No, Mommy, that one goes in the corner, not the middle!”

Eventually, we crawl inside, surrounded by soft pillows and the glow of the lights. It smells like vanilla from the cookies in the oven and fresh rain from outside. Little’s giggling about something silly their stuffie “said” when I notice the little squirm. The kind of wriggle I know very well.

I nudge them gently. “Baby… do you need a change?”

Their cheeks go pink instantly. “N-No…”

I raise an eyebrow and give them The Look. “Sweetpea…”

They hide their face in Mr. Bun and mumble, “…Maybe.”

I scoot closer, voice low and soft. “It’s okay, love. Accidents happen, remember? That’s why Mommy keeps you padded and safe. Nothing to be embarrassed about.”

They peek out at me, cheeks still warm, but nodding.

I guide them out of the fort and onto the soft mat we keep nearby, humming a lullaby while I grab the wipes and a fresh diaper. They fidget a little, still blushing, trying not to meet my eyes.

“Hey,” I say, touching their nose with my fingertip. “You’re being so good for me. Such a brave little one.”

Their lips twitch into a shy smile, and they finally relax. I talk to them softly as I work—gentle wipes, clean powder, a snug new diaper with little stars on it. “There we go, all clean and cozy.”

Once they’re taped up and snuggly again, I scoop them into my lap and kiss their forehead.

“Now back into the fort,” I say, whispering like it’s a secret mission. “We’ve got cookies to eat and stories to read, and a very brave little one who deserves extra snuggles.”

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

Underwear Rules

Littles can give their preference for underwear at the start of the day, but final decision is made by the Caregiver.

Panties

Open bathroom privileges

Occasional underwear checks

Wet accidents are changed into a pull-up

Messy accidents are changed into diapers for the remainder of the day

Pull-ups

Limited bathrooms privileges, must get permission per use

Frequent underwear checks

Accidents are changed into a diaper

Diapers

No bathroom privileges, except for messies after getting permission

Occasional underwear checks

Messy accidents are changed and the following day will start in a diaper

The need to pet a pretty little boy's head and coo about how handsome and cute he is while he turns redder and redder ♡♡

Not physically possible to get any closer but still desperately pressing my face into her cunt because it’s not enough.

Oh, sweetheart, come here. Let me hold you for a moment.

I can see that something’s weighing on your little heart, and that’s okay. You don’t have to be happy all the time. You don’t have to push your feelings away or pretend they’re not there. It’s okay to feel sad, or angry, or scared. Feelings can be big and heavy sometimes, but you don’t have to carry them all on your own.

I’m right here, love bug. No matter what you’re feeling, I will always be here. You don’t have to explain, you don’t have to fix anything—you can just be, exactly as you are. If you need to cry, I will hold you close. If you need to stomp your little feet, I will be right here to keep you safe. If you need quiet, I will sit beside you and hold your hand so you know you’re not alone.

You are so precious, just as you are, in every feeling, in every moment. Your emotions don’t make you too much, and they don’t make you bad. They just mean you are you, and that is the most wonderful thing in the whole world.

So take all the time you need, my angel. I will love you through every feeling, every storm, and every quiet moment in between. I will be here, always, with open arms and an open heart, ready to give you whatever you need.

You are never alone, little one. You are safe. You are cherished. And you are oh-so deeply loved.

Diapers help manage some continence issues that come and go..especially during stressful times or when I’m feeling overwhelmed...but more than that, they’re a source of emotional grounding for me. They help me feel secure, little, and cared for in a world that often feels too big, too fast, and too complicated.

Regression isn’t just a kink or a comfort, it’s a core part of who I am. It's how I cope, how I heal, and how I reconnect with the part of me that still longs for softness, structure, and unconditional love.

Whether I’m in my cozy little space coloring, curled up in a thick nappy, or daydreaming about being cared for in a gentle, nurturing way, I know this is where I feel most like me. And I’m learning that there’s nothing wrong with needing that.

Straddling a boy and cockwarming him except I'm sleepy and I lay down on top of him and take a nap while he's still inside me and shush him when he whines and complains 🤭 I'm too heavy for him to move so he uselessly grinds his hips up into mine while I snooze 🥴🥴

He knows he isn’t meant to do it but he really wants to. He glances at the couch and then back at the doorway. He can hear his girlfriend moving pots and pans around in the kitchen but he can’t see her. He gets closer to the couch and finally ducks down and crawls behind it, into that little space between the backrest and the wall.

He squats with one hand on the textured wall and the other around his knees. A little bit of sunlight is coming down from the window, warming his head. He’s already peeing, in little spurts every few seconds when he shifts his legs. It feels so good. He closes his eyes and pushes a little bit.

It feels so good. He keeps pushing, diaper expanding. He can feel drool dripping out of the corner of his mouth as he hums to himself. “Mmmm, mmmm…” He can’t help it. It feels so good. One hand snakes into the front of his diaper. He touches his tip delicately with one finger. Unf, he needs to keep touching himself. He inches his hand deeper into his diaper, as far as it will go against the taut elastic, cupping himself. He starts to rock against his hand as he keeps pushing.

He barely registers a voice calling from somewhere above him, somewhere outside his little paradise behind the couch. “Baby boy? Where are you? Do you want to watch a show with me?”

Footsteps and the couch shuffles above him. He doesn’t really notice. “Mmmfm. Mmm…”

Then he feels long hair falling against his head. He slowly opens his eyes.

“What you doing?” she giggles.

He fumbles for a second, hand retracting from his diaper. It takes a second for his mouth to shape words. “N-nothing!!”

“Come here,” she says. She doesn’t sound angry. He stands up, bumping his shoulder awkwardly against the back of the couch. She coaxes him out. “I thought you were having accidents. It doesn’t really look like an accident when you’re hiding behind the couch and pooping yourself, baby.”

He’s still so turned on that his knees are weak. Words aren’t forming in his head and getting to his mouth. “Um, uh, um…”

“Let’s go to the bathroom. That’s the appropriate place to go potty.” She takes his hand and leads him down the hallway.

He stands awkwardly next to the toilet.

“Do you need to go poop more?”

“Uh-huh,” he says.

“Okay, just go in your diaper. There’s no use going in the toilet now. No, no, not when you’re standing. I want to see you do that cute little squat again. Is that how you normally go? Do you sneak away and do this on purpose all the time? And then come up to me with tears in your eyes.” She puts on a mocking, but annoyingly good impression of his voice. “‘Mommy, I had an accident…’” She snorts. “You’re a good actor.”

He’s staring at the tile floor so hard it feels like his eyes are going to touch it. He’s pushing. The last bit is tough to get out. His pants feel really heavy and wet now. He’s using so much willpower not to touch himself in front of her.

“What, nothing to say to that?” She squats down on his level. He raises his head a little and his field of vision is filled with her legs, skirt falling neatly on either side of her muscular thighs, and a little bit of her undies peeking through.

“Unff,” he moans.

“I saw you touching yourself,” she says. “You must really like this. You like hiding and pooping yourself, huh? Don’t you?” She’s petting his hair. His face feels hot. His whole head feels hot. His brain must be melting. He hears a little patter and looks down to see a long rope of drool has dropped from his mouth and splattered on the floor.

“All done?” She draws his head to her chest, still stroking his hair.

“Uh-huh,” he manages to gasp.

“I don’t think you are, yet. Are you, honey? You need a big change. Do you want to do changes here or in the bedroom?”

He just shakes his head.

“Let’s just do in here. Lie down, baby boy. There you go. That’s a good boy.”

No towel, no change mat, nothing. He’s just lying on the cold bathroom floor as she eases his pants down and untapes his diaper. He’s enamored by the sound of the tapes, the wet smack of the full diaper hitting the floor, the cold feeling of the wipes…he starts wiggling involuntarily, hands running over his face and down his neckline, across his collarbones and shoulders.

“Baby can’t contain himself, can he?” She trails a finger from the bottom of his erection to the top. “Look at how hard you are. You can’t hide that. It’s like a flag pointing straight up. It’s like a signal. And it’s all blush pink, just like your face. It’s saying, look at how much baby boy enjoys this!”

He starts whining, no words, just little noises, covering his face with his arms. She slooooowly snakes her fingers around his shaft. And then she starts jerking him off, really fast, almost too fast after all the build-up.

He moans and he can’t tell if it’s pleasure or pain. She’s doing this like it’s maintenance, like she just wants him to cum. He does, everywhere, all over her hand and his pelvis and a little bit on his sweater and tummy.

“Aww, what a mess. You need a shower, don’t you? You need a shower and a fresh diaper. And then I think you need to go to bed a little early. That was an exciting day.”

Under the cold water of the shower he starts to feel himself “coming to”. Like waking up from deep sleep or a weird drug trip. “Mommy, I mean, Jenna, I think I’m okay now. I don’t think I need to go to bed. I think I should get a little work done before I go into the office tomorrow, actually. I mean—it’s still light out!”

“Don’t be silly, sweetheart. I can tell what you really want. We’re going to have some pasta for dinner and then you’re going to get really cozy in bed. We changed the sheets after you leaked this morning, remember? So it’ll be really fresh and cozy.”

He starts to argue but falters. “O-okay.” She’s right. She knows what he really wants.

Standing at the sink, washing dishes, spacing out, you feel like any other adult. You have a job, a credit card, hell, you have dental insurance.

Then, she comes up behind you. First she kisses the back of your neck, which makes your hair stick up a little. Her hands tickle your ribs, then head lower. And lower. She grabs a handful of your ass and squeezes.

Your diapered ass. Your wet diapered ass.

"Hey, how's your diapey doing?"

Your cheeks flush red, and you're sure she can see it spreading to your neck as well. You flip around to face her, backside pressed against the sink.

"D-don't call it that..."

"Call it what?"

"A...diapey."

You aren't feeling particularly little. You just like wearing sometimes for the comfort and convenience.

"Oh? Why not?"

"Because, I'm not little. I'm just wearing a diaper right now,"

"Oh? Is that right?"

"Yes," you assert, hands on your hips, chin pointing up.

"Ok, fine. You may not be little but your diapey is rather wet. Let me change you."

"I can do it myself."

"I know," but she reaches her hand out anyways. You take it and get led to the couch where she pushes your shoulder's down, "here."

She hands you a set of plastic keys on a ring, colorful and textured.

"I don't need that..."

"Shush, you always get so squirmy during changes if you aren't holding something."

You huff, but hold the keys above your face, rubbing your fingers over the bumps and ridges. It feels good. You're not going to put them in your mouth, though.

"Hips,"

You lift, and look down as the old diaper is pulled away and a new one is slid underneath you. Your used one was just plain white, a reliable medical one from your stash. The new diaper is a little gregarious, honestly. Pastel colored baby items and animals pattern it, and the crinkle it produces is far from discrete.

"Not that one..."

"Hm?"

"It's so...babyish," despite your earlier assurance of bigness, her tactics are working. You feel fussier and smaller with each passing second.

"Oh, is it? I hadn't noticed."

Liar, you think.

You cover your face with your hands, still holding the keys. They clack and jingle with the movement.

"Aw, good baby playing while I change you. You're so patient, almost done."

"I wasn't play-" you start, but don't bother to finish. What's the use if she's just going to push you even further down?

She fastens the last tape and gives the diaper a smooth down. In a quick series of movements they lift your shirt, exposing your belly, and blow a wet raspberry right above your navel.

"Hey!" you shriek, laughing and squirming. An unexpected squirt of pee escapes you. It catches you off guard, and that's the final straw.

"Mommy..." you sigh, once you're done laughing.

She pulls your arms into a sitting position and tugs you into her lap, sans pants.

"Yes, baby?"

"Hi," you say, bashful.

"Hi! I knew you were in there somewhere."

You nod, and rest your head on her shoulder, fingers creeping towards your mouth.