“It’s Your Wife. I Told Her That You Were Busy Taking Off Your Sissy Makeup And Panties. Now, You

So at Saturday night’s party I got a bit drunk and decided to be a wingman for this freshman girl who I only just met at the party. I think she was embarrassed because I was introducing her to literally everyone even people I don’t know lol. Anyways, at one point in the night I pushed her against a wall and started making out with her. My hands were all over her. Eventually, I slip my hand down her pants and teased her already wet pussy until she orgasmed right there on the spot! Then we noticed a bunch of guys watching and she proceeded to leave the party…

… she texted me the next day saying how amazing it was and that she’d want to do it again in private sometime. Lol at this point I didn’t know who she was or what she was talking about until my friend told me everything and even showed me a video 🤦‍♀️

My roommate wants me to invite her over for an orgy lol (this being the same girl who dominated me with a strap on)

Pirates of the sea…

It was a band of ruthless pirates unlike any the peaceful seaside villages had seen before…..

Seductive, merciless, predatory women sailing the seas in search of their treasures.

But, for these alluring women of the sea it was not buried treasures, glittering jewels, or shiny coins that they sought. No, no….. for these women, the only treasures they set their sights upon were…. men.

Men who would become their helpless captives…. sexual playthings to be preyed upon…. used to satisfy the insatiable carnal lusts of these provocative abductresses.

No man would be safe as long as their reign of sexual dominance continued. Once they had selected their target he would have no hope of evading his fate.

His capture would be inevitable whether on land or sea… rendered helpless…. soon little more than bound and shackled male cargo on a ship destined for deep waters where no one would hear his pleas for mercy…. his begging for relief.

Perhaps he would be bound to the mast for their amusement…. helpless male flesh made to quiver with arousal…. his steely hard cock weeping pitifully with its need for relief… his agonizing desperation the source of their exquisite pleasures and taunting laughter….

Or, taken down below… deep in to the hull of the ship ….. where the mere sight of the wicked bondage devices was so intimidating it has been known to cause even the strongest of men to crumble weakly to their knees in helpless submission.

Eventually, the relentless sexual torments would render their bodies and minds useless to their captors. Mercifully, these men would then be returned to their villages…. spent, exhausted and broken… and their search for their next captive would begin anew for these vixens of the sea.

Sometimes the only language you can understand is the cane.

End of the Road

“Okay, sweetie, Jen just got here to babysit you so I’m gonna head out. You behave, okay? I don’t want to hear you misbehaved tonight.”

I give her my best puppy dog eyes, begging her to stay.

“Awwww, stop!” she giggles, “Not the puppy eyes! How can I resist my little cutie when he gives me the puppy eyes in his cutest onesie?”

I smile—maybe she won’t leave after all. “Y-ou don’ hafta weave!” I say through my paci, laying on my cutest voice, “You can thtay here wif’ me!”

“I wish, cutie! But Mommy needs to have some big girl fun tonight. I love spending time with my little guy, but I have my own needs, too.”

I feel my body deflate. I hate the idea of her dating someone else. “I…I can do that!” I say in my best big boy voice.

“I don’t think so, silly! You’re far too little for such things. You’re right where you belong!”

“Am not! I did it before!” I argue.

“Yes, when you were pretending to be a big boy. But you’re not, are you?”

“I…I wasn’t pretending!”

“Oh? You weren’t? Because you haven’t acted like a big boy in six months!”

“Because you won’t let me!” I squeal, desperate and feeling my argument slipping away.

She laughs. “Honey, I don’t force you to fill your diaper. I don’t force you to suckle on your paci. I don’t force you to wear onesies. But you do all of those anyway!”

“Cause…cause you’ll punish me if I don’t!”

“Duh, little one. Littles don’t get to do big kid things. Adults—real adults—don’t beg their wife to put them in diapers and baby them. But you did!”

“I-I…I didn’t want it full time!”

“Yes you did, silly! You just didn’t know it. But I did. Mommies always know what’s best for their little one. This is who you are!”

“Is not!” I whine, feeling smaller than ever.

“Then why did you let this happen? You never fought for your ever-shrinking adult time! Why did you so happily surrender every adult privilege if you wanted to be an adult?”

“T-Thats not fair! I didn’t know you’d start dating other men and I wouldn’t ever have sex anymore!”

“Baby, look at me. What did you expect? That I wouldn’t lose all sexual attraction to you the first time you squatted down and load your diaper?”

Tears well in my eyes. “B-but…I.”

“But what? The only “but” I’m concerned about now is the one I wrapped in a clean diaper five minutes ago.”

“I can stop wearing them,” I sob, “I don’t need them!”

“Oh, little one, please don’t make this any more difficult than it has to be. This is who you are! You are my little. You belong in diapers. Your place is your nursery.”

“Nuh uh!” I sob, abandoning any pretext of adulthood.

“Yes, honey. Besides, do you really think you could go without them anymore?”

I hesitate, not wanting to know the answer. It has been months since I tried to make stinkies. They just happened now.

“I didn’t think so, sweetie. Now, can you drop all these big boy sex fantasies? You’re still my husband. I’ll always love you. But our relationship is just different. I’m your Mommy first and foremost.”

“B-but I still want to have…you know.”

“What did I just say, baby? No sex. Never again. Mommies don’t have sex with babies. Especially when their little ones are breastfeeding! And you’re back on the breast, which means your off sex.”

“Hmpff.”

“Huff all you want, little one. But I’m going out tonight and you’ll be all safe and sound in your crib, dreaming of our special moments in your nursery.”

I open my mouth to argue. She puts a finger on my mouth before I have the chance.

“Don’t. I’ll tell you what, little one. I have to leave in a half hour. Would you like to eat before I leave?”

I know I should say no. I should try to be an adult.

But I can’t.

“Y-yes pwease.”

“Good boy,” she says, taking off her dress and sitting down, adjusting my body and guiding my head to her nipple. “You just eat little one.”

I let her guide me, latching on immediately. Her bare skin feels warm and inviting. She rubs my back as I feed, humming a sweet melody.

Her other hand grabs at my diaper, checking it. Her fingers linger on my manhood. She giggles when she realizes.

“Such a silly boy. See, you do need my body, but not for your pleasure. You need it for your num-nums.”

I’m too out of it to understand what she’s saying. I don’t remember her getting up and tucking me into bed. Or Jen changing my diaper later that night.

Maybe Mommy was right, after all.

Thanks for being our designated driver for girls' night out. This tight outfit makes it difficult for me to kick your balls. So I'm going to have you wear a shock collar. The girls already know about the cage, may as well show them the rest of how this works.

- Shut up... I'm not your mom. I'm sure after this whip your ass will be much more obedient.