I’ve Always Had This Fantasy Of Taking A Strong Muscled Business Man, (usually The Boss) And Punishing

Fortune Faded

“Nuh uh, cutie, eyes up here. It’s not dinner time, is it, mister? Boobies aren’t for fun anymore, are they?”

Ughhh, not this again.

“N-no, Mommy…”

“That’s right, baby boy! And why is that, kiddo? Can you be Mommy’s little smartie?”

“Cause I’m a baby, Mommy.”

Look what she’s reduced you to.

“Good boy! Yes you are! A silly baby with no need for big boy fun! Nope! Poof gone! Isn’t life so much better now that you’re pampered?”

Not in the slightest.

You whimper despite your best efforts.

“What’s that, crinklebutt? Does my little pamper packer miss being a big boy? Well, that’s too bad, honey. Mommy needs a real man—not a pathetic baby who can’t keep his diapie clean!”

You know better than to argue. She’s trained you well.

“S-sorry…”

“I’m not sorry! You’re adorable like this! All desperate for Mommy, but knowing you’ll never, ever get her again. I could just eat you up, baby!”

All you can do is cover your face in shame.

“Awww, where’d my baby go, hmm? Is hims shy now? Is it a bummer only having a soggy diapie to make hims humpy-wumpies in?”

“M-mommyyyy stoppp!”

“Sorry, kiddo, but that’s life! You deserve this. You deserve your warm diaper you can’t keep clean. You deserve never being with a woman ever again.”

“It’s not my fault! I didn’t ask for this!”

“Listen, diaper boy. It doesn’t matter why your diaper is dirty, all that matters is you can’t help but end up with a soggy, mushy diapie between your legs.”

She pats your soggy diaper.

“Mommy could never be with someone like you. You had your chance, tinklepants. It’s over. Your little peepee is as useless as the dirty diapies in your pail.”

“B-but…”

“But…what? What are you not getting, sweetie? Everything happens in your diapie…everything! The only time you get to touch Mommy is when it’s time for nummies, understand?”

“Y-yes, Mommy…”

“You’re so sweet. Now, do you want to make your crinkles or are you going to keep being fussy?”

“Wasn’t fussy!”

“Oh? Wrong answer, kiddo.”

“N-no! Pleaaaase! Mommy I’m sorry!”

“Too late, little one. You can explain your little diapie tent to your babysitter. Mommy has a date. Bye, baby!”

Dream Situation!!!

Lil bitch boi 😛

Mommy alice wants you to suffer ❤

Does this make me cruel? 😈

After edging my caged sub until their cock is pressing against their cage, desperate for release...getting on my knees in front of them, lightly running my fingertips along their thighs and stomach, before flicking their cage roughly and watching them whince. "Oh, poor little guy, trapped in a cage. Such a waste...", I trail off as I start to tease their cage with my tongue and mouth. Watching my sub begin to white knuckle grip the edges of the chair and tilt their head back trying to keep it together. "I know how we can fix it...", I say as I get up, straddle their lap and grind on their cage, even going so far as to insert just the tip into my tight pussy, covering their cage and cock in my juices.