Rules For Littles In Diapers Or Pull-Ups

Eat me out

I lower myself onto your face slowly, taking my time, watching as you look up at me with a mix of anticipation and obedience. Your hands rest lightly on my thighs as you open your mouth eagerly and your tongue immediately parts my folds.

You moan softly beneath me as I rock my hips gently against your mouth, guiding you exactly where I want you.

I reach down, tangling my fingers in your hair, holding you in place as you work to please me. Your tongue licking and swirling, desperate to earn my approval as you suck on my clit softly.

“Good job” I murmur, my voice low, and I could feel your response in the way your tongue quickens, flicking over my clit.

I lean forward slightly, pressing down harder against your mouth and you react quickly, your tongue moving with desperation, sending shivers through me. Your nose brushes against me with every movement, adding a teasing friction that makes my thighs tremble as I ground myself against your face.

You moan again and I tug on your hair, tilting your head just enough to make you hit the perfect angle. Your hands stay where they were, gripping my thighs, making me gasp.

“Don’t stop” I whisper and you obey without hesitation, your tongue moving faster now, sucking on my clit with more intensity, your mouth completely devoted to bringing me pleasure.

I tilt my hips slightly, adjusting the angle, and your tongue follows effortlessly, finding the exact spot that makes my breath hitch. Your tongue grows more confident, dragging along my folds before circling my clit as I moan for you.

Looking down at you, I could see the flush on your cheeks, the wetness glistening on your lips and chin, your eyes half lidded with focus, the sight sending a rush of heat through me and I roll my hips harder, your tongue never faltering as you adjust to meet my every need.

“You look so pretty like this” I say, my voice shaky as your hands hold my thighs firmly to keep me steady.

I grip your hair tighter, encouraging you and you latch on more hungrily, sucking and licking in a way that sends sparks shooting through me.

“You’re such a good boy” I gasp, my words broken by a moan as the pleasure overwhelms me. I rock my hips against you, grinding harder now, and I hear your muffled moan that sends another jolt through my body.

Your tongue licks with an urgency that matches my own, our moans growing louder as I move faster, grinding myself against you, letting you feel how close I am.

“You make me feel so good, love” I say between moans and my thighs clench around your head, moments before I cum all over your face, screaming your name. My body shudders as you draw out every wave of pleasure and your hands loosen on my thighs as I collapse against you, utterly spent.

When I finally look down at you, I notice your swollen lips, your flushed face glistening and your expression full of satisfaction.

My fingers in your hair loosen, shifting instead to stroke gently along your damp forehead. I lift my hips to ease off of you and I take a moment to admire how dazed and hazy you look.

I reach down, tracing my thumb over your bottom lip, watching as you instinctively part your mouth for me.

“You did so well, I love you and now it’s my turn to make you feel good” I whisper and place a long kiss on your forehead.

"I've got a special treat for you today sweetpea..."

I say as I reach into the draw and pull out a pretty pink diapee.

He looks up at me with those big pretty eyes and I see his cheeks flush, he's sat on the edge of the bed where I left him...

I changed him into a nice clean diapee and dressed him in my favourite outfit.

He looks adorable 💙

"Mummy is going to spend the whole day with a padded bum like you."

I see him shift his weight in his seat with anticipation, it makes the yummyest soft crinkly sound.

"...Now. Mummy doesn't *need* to wear a diapee like you, Little Mr Stinky bum - you have no choice. Some people can't be trusted in big boy pants can they!?"

I see the tears begin to pool in his eyes.

"But Mummy I AM a BIG boy."

He protests.

"Shhhhhh...no talkies"

I push his favourite dummy in between his lips, he begins to suckle...and I hear a soft little sigh leave his nose.

I lift up my dress, and pull down my knickers, dropping them to the floor at his feet.

I see his eyes dart directly to what's between my legs...my boy loves Mummy's pussy...

I always catch him having a sneaky peak 🙈

I unfold the diapee, lay it on the bed next to him and sit onto the soft white padding.

I wiggle around to make sure it's positioned perfectly. The gentle crinkles of the material combined with the soft padding pressed against my clit does wild things to me...

I let out a soft moan.

I pull up the back section around my hips to meet the front, his curious eyes follow my every move...

I stand up to face him, his perfect little face in-line with my now padded pussy.

Looking down at him I cup his chin with my hand and lift his head so his eyes meet mine.

"Now. Be a good boy and help Mummy secure her tabs...

...If you help me get it comfy I might let you hold your hand against it later when I need to go pee pee- you can feel how nice and warm it gets as I fill it...."

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

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

The warm glow of candlelight flickered against the tiled bathroom walls, casting a soft, golden hue over the room. The air smelled of lavender and vanilla, mixing with the faint, powdery scent that always seemed to linger around Little. Mommy reclined in the tub, the water embracing her as she exhaled a slow, contented sigh. After a long, busy week, this was her moment to unwind.

But tonight was special. Tonight, she had company.

Just a few feet away, sprawled out on his tummy with crayons scattered around him, Little hummed to himself. He had been so proud when Mommy had told him he’d earned this treat—staying up late, coloring beside her while she took her bath. His little feet wiggled behind him, clad in the soft, footed pajamas she had picked out, the ones covered in tiny duckies. The familiar bulge of his thick nighttime diaper peeked out as he squirmed, a telltale sign that he had soaked it but hadn’t yet noticed, too lost in his colorful world.

Mommy watched him, her heart swelling. His pacifier bobbed slightly as he babbled around it, mumbling half-formed thoughts about his day at daycare.

“An’ then, an’ then, Miss Katie say I share really good! I let Sammy have my blocks even when I was still usin’ dem!” He turned his head to look at her, his wide, proud eyes meeting hers. His paci slipped slightly, revealing a delighted, slightly drooly smile.

Mommy smiled back, warmth spreading through her chest. “That was very kind of you, sweetheart. I bet Sammy was really happy.”

Little nodded so hard his curls bounced. “Mhm! Miss Katie said I’m the bestest sharer today!” He went back to his coloring, his brows furrowing in concentration as he pressed a blue crayon hard against the paper.

Mommy took a sip of her wine, watching him, savoring the simple joy radiating off him. He was so innocent, so pure, completely immersed in his little world. His diaper crinkled as he shifted, making the slightest squish, and she knew he’d wet it again. She could have pointed it out, but she didn’t. Not yet. He was so engrossed in his art, his little legs kicking lazily behind him, his tiny fists wrapped around the chunky crayons. There was no rush.

“Whatcha drawing, baby?” she asked, her voice thick with affection.

He lifted his paper, beaming. “It’s us! You in da tub, an’ me colorin’ an’… an’ Teddy’s here too!” He jabbed a chubby finger at the brown blob that was undoubtedly his favorite plush bear.

Mommy chuckled. “It’s beautiful, my love. Can I keep it when you’re done?”

His eyes widened, as if the honor of having his artwork kept forever was too much to handle. He nodded vigorously. “Yuh-huh! You can put it on da fridge!”

She reached out, her wet fingers brushing over his soft hair, ruffling it gently. He nuzzled into her touch instinctively, his cheeks flushing pink.

For a while, there was only quiet. The gentle slosh of water as Mommy adjusted herself, the occasional scrape of a crayon on paper, and the muffled suckling sounds of his paci. Every so often, he’d glance up at her, just to make sure she was still there, still watching over him. Every time, she met his gaze with the same soft smile, reassuring him without words.

After a few minutes, Little squirmed again, this time more obviously. The way his bottom pressed down made the squishy wetness of his diaper all the more noticeable, and he finally registered it. He let out a small, surprised gasp and sat up, reaching down to poke at the front of his sleeper. His big, round eyes flicked up to Mommy, searching her face.

She arched a knowing brow. “Feeling squishy, baby?”

A tiny whimper bubbled past his pacifier, his cheeks turning redder. He nodded. “Uh-huh…”

Mommy tilted her head, taking another sip of her wine as she let him stew in his own shyness for just a moment. He was always like this—realizing he’d wet himself, then feeling bashful about it. But she loved how he never complained, never whined for a change. He accepted it, just like a good boy should.

“Don’t worry, lovebug,” she murmured. “We’ll get you all fresh before bed.”

Little wiggled his toes, clearly comforted by her calmness. He shifted again, settling back onto his knees, the padding beneath him squishing audibly. “M’okay,” he mumbled, turning back to his coloring.

Mommy let out a soft, fond sigh. How could one person be so precious?

Minutes passed, and the bathroom remained their little sanctuary. The flickering candlelight danced across the bubbles in her tub, the warmth of the water soothing her tired muscles. But more than anything, it was the presence of her Little that made this night feel so perfect.

She watched as he stretched his arms high above his head, letting out a tiny yawn. His paci wobbled in his mouth, and his chubby fingers rubbed at his sleepy eyes. The long day, the excitement, the warmth of the bathroom—all of it was beginning to weigh on him.

Mommy smiled, setting her empty wine glass on the bath tray. “Getting sleepy, sweetheart?”

Little blinked slowly, his pacifier bobbing as he nodded. “Mhm…” he whispered. “But… but I don’ wanna go yet. I like bein’ wif you.”

Her heart squeezed, and she reached out again, letting her fingers brush over his soft cheek. “I like being with you too, my love,” she murmured. “But you’ve had such a big day, and it’s almost bedtime.”

Little’s lip wobbled, just slightly, before he buried his face into his teddy bear. Mommy knew that look—he wanted to be a good boy, wanted to listen, but he also wanted just a little more time with her.

“Tell you what,” she said softly, running her fingers through his curls, “why don’t we go get you changed into a fresh diapee, and then I’ll tuck you in nice and cozy? You can even have an extra bedtime story.”

His sleepy eyes brightened. “Two stories?”

She nodded. “Two whole stories.”

That was all it took. Little pushed himself up on wobbly legs, stretching his arms toward her, a silent request.

Mommy chuckled. “Baby, I’m still in the bath.”

He pouted behind his paci, then let his arms drop. “Oh… I wait den.”

Her heart swelled. So patient. So sweet.

She finished up quickly, draining the tub and wrapping herself in a fluffy towel. Little stood by the door, rubbing his eyes with a balled-up fist, shifting his weight from foot to foot as his damp diaper sagged just a little lower.

She scooped him up without hesitation, cradling him against her. He let out a sleepy sigh, nuzzling against her neck, his paci moving in slow, rhythmic sucks.

“Such a good boy,” she whispered, kissing his forehead as she carried him to the nursery.

And as she laid him down, fresh and clean in his softest pajamas, she knew there was nowhere else she’d rather be.

Gonna be honest with you I just want a boy to eat me out casually. Like anytime I'm bored doing work or studying or relaxing at home I'd like a man between my legs, giving me the gentlest softest head imaginable and making cute little moans. I'd occasionally caress his head to make sure he knows he's doing a good job. I'd even walk around with no bottoms on if I'm feeling especially needy, so he knows right away to get on his knees and stick out his tongue like a good boy.

Just found your blog and Omg, it’s like every word you

Write is turning my little. I honestly hope you’re still active.

Please keep being you!

Awe, thank you sweetie.

I intend to be nothing but me 😊

Teasing a boy by wetting in a diaper in front of him and laughing at how turned on he gets.

“Are you seriously hard right now? I’m not even touching you! You are such a little SLUT!”

“This is what turns you on? You’re such a perv! I bet you want me to put you in a diaper, too!”

Calling him a pretty baby when he cums all over his stomach and he gives me that blissed out smile, his eyes a little hazy as he tries to look up at me. Ugh i would give anything to be seeing that right now 😭

Now listen to Mummy.

I’m going to be super busy with work this week, so I won’t be around much—but you know just how much I care about your wellbeing and stress levels, don’t think for a second that my absence means you're off the hook...

So here’s what you're going to do.

I want you to make sure you relieve yourself, I want you to do cummies, but only when I say so.

Don’t let all that tension build up too much—self love is important to Mummy remember? But we have standards in this house, don't we? ...and I expect you to meet them.

I want you feeling good, not frustrated, and my poor baby struggles if he's pent up, doesn't he?? Not that you recognise it...

That little brain of yours just doesn't work...

But first, you’re going to sit there and show Mummy exactly what you do with those silly little fumbly hands. Go on—don’t be shy.

I want to watch you try and make cummies.

It’s adorable, really, how seriously you take it, like you actually know what you’re doing...

Oh and I’ll be stopping you when your breathing gets all funny and your little face goes all blushy...oh baby, you're just the cutest...

Don't worry, I'll be pointing out every little mistake, telling you to put more effort in for Mummy, setting the pace, maybe some words of encouragement—because clearly someone needs a lot of help!

Good thing Mummy’s here to teach you properly…I want 100% effort...as always.

Tell Mummy, on a scale of zero to five...how close are you to cummies?

Ohhh, only a 4.5?

...try harder for Mummy...

Faster.

Keep going baby...

That's my boy...⭐❤️