Ageplay IS Ok

Diaper tips and tricks for going out

A lot of u have been asking for some tips when going out diaperd and here are my tips for the winter season. This story is from my morning yesterday before going out in the snow.

After waking up and having changed my overnight diaper, which was wet, I grabbed a fresh diaper, it’s important to have thick diapers that both hold a lot and that are comfortable. I use booster pads inside, usually I place them well over my private area and almost as far back as my butthole. Then I place another one further back in order to prevent leaks.

Plastic pants are great to contain smell, and leaks should those happen. I tend to put on a onesie or leggings on over in order to stay comfy and have something that keeps the diaper snug and in place. When going out, it’s important to put on something that will keep you dry on over, recommend some snow pants or similar…

Thereafter you can go out and enjoy the day without having to worry, I went just around the block, pushed out a pretty big mess, sat down and slid down the hill, it was so much fun and everything was contained inside. FYI. You can head yourselves in the comments, in the wool leggings, is it the front or the back of my crotch? Hint hint, it’s wet…

To continue the reblog series on kinky stuff I am into: Hypnotic Conditioning.

There are so many hypnosis tracks out there catering to almost every kinky fantasy you can wish for. Especially in the context of ABDL lifestyle, hypnotic conditioning may be used as additional means to help you fill out your role. While some files aim to make you adopt more babylike behavior, others assist with with diaper training and the pursuit of actual diaper dependence. Even, if it does not work as intended, the mere possibility of it to actually have an effect on you, is very exciting. And if it does work, well you are meant to become a baby anyway…

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Any one want to do this to me???

Diapered 24/7 OR ELSE!

Trap me in diapers this thick every day. No potty or chance of escaping. Punished, fined, blackmailed and exposed! Locked in chastity and monitored constantly. Strict rules and turned into a squirming diaper brain submissive. Always horny, always wet, always frustrated. Privacy removed, orgasms denied. Forced fed bottle after bottle, tummy as full as my pampers. Diapers diapers diapers diapers diapers diapers.

CALLING ALL LITTLES AND CAREGIVERS💙

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When your friend on the opposing soccer team wins the game and knows you have a weakness for his feet, of course he’s going to rub his victory in your face with his them. Naturally showing you who the better alpha player is. Making you kiss the bottom of his cleats, removing them from his feet, and ordering you to give him a foot massage. Him rubbing his smelly soccer socks all over your face for a bit before telling you to remove them. Him sitting back as you sniff his warm, hot bare soles, kissing the bottoms of them in respect.  Eventually massaging the bottoms with your tongue against his soft pads and in between his toes. He sits back and relaxes proclaiming his victory over you, finally ordering you on the floor beneath him as he rests his feet on top of you. One pair of toes playing with your nose and tongue as the other plays with your hardon under your nylon shorts, not letting up until you can’t hold back any longer. 

The camera clicked, capturing the pathetic tableau: two boys, two former "loves" of mine, both reduced to diaper-clad playthings. Their gazes locked, not with affection, but with a dawning horror, their hands awkwardly exploring the soggy bulk between their legs. A shared humiliation, a bond forged in my twisted desires. It was almost too perfect.

They had both hidden their little secret from me, both presented me with a facade of normalcy. But beneath it all was a shared truth – they both loved diapers, and I could wield that against them. The betrayal had been my ammunition. The past relationships had been for this moment.

I'd brought them together, not for intimacy, but for punishment. One had the job of getting more. I gestured to the door, my gaze locking on one of them, the one who thought he was special. It was time for his public shame. He had one task, and that was to get my shopping, and do it in his little padded diaper.

The photo arrived, a silent testament to his desperation. The diaper peeking out from under his t-shirt, a secret made public, his humiliation on full display as he pushed a cart through the brightly lit aisles. They had both fallen. And now, they both belonged to me. I was no longer dealing with the facade, only the truth.

Please come control me with those soxks make my face your foot rest amd my mouth your washing machine

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