Whenever we go shopping together, she requires me to stay 2 steps directly behind her, unless there is a door for me to hold open for her. I follow her around everywhere, carrying her purchases in my arms. I am to keep my eyes fixated on her only, which makes for a very tight cage as she casually strolls right in front of me. Occasionally I can’t help but moan at the discomfort. Her response to the sound is a soft, smug laugh and perhaps a one-handed smack on her own backside.
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I cannot get over how adorable it is to find blogs that call themselves "switches" when every post is just so undeniably little.
I get it, little guy (its always dudes). You want to be seen as a big kid; all little ones do! You're not just a ridiculous pamper packer, right?
But kiddo, be honest with yourself. Do you really think a cute diaper girl could ever submit to someone as silly as you?
You're as serious as a crayon.
So stop pretending. Know your place. You could never be in charge. Just obey like the sweet, docile little you are. Your job is to fill those thick, printed diapies—never change them.
You thought I'd wear the key to your cage on a necklace? Wow, check that ego, mister. Maybe that optimism, too.
Attach a leash to my shock collar, use it to pull my face into your ass and tell me every time my tongue stops licking you’ll shock me a level higher.
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