Mommy Put Me In My New Chastity Before She Made Me Take These Pictures🥺🥺🙈🙈 She Said “naughty

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Talk down to me pleaseeeeeeee

Awww poor baby can’t take it?

Aww you’re too stupid to understand that

Don’t worry baby I’ll take care of it. Your little girl brain will probably just get confused.

There’s no need to worry your pretty head about it okay? Let me do the thinking.

That’s okay if you’re not smart enough to understand. That’s what I’m here for darling.

You’re so cute when you try to think.

Aww you really don’t know do you? That’s so cute!

Don’t bother trying to read that sweetheart. It’s too complicated for you.

Your incomplete thoughts are some of my favourite ones.

It’s okay baby just trust me I know what’s best for you (bonus points if it is absolutely not what is best for me)

Aww come on baby can’t even take that? Don’t worry I’ll make it fit.

You’re just a little slut aren’t you? That’s okay baby. You don’t need words in your mouth. Let’s put my cock in there instead.

Awww little baby can’t think? That’s good baby. You don’t need to think. You just need to do what I tell you to do. Isn’t that right?

Awww there you go baby. Let all your brains leak out your cute little cunt. That’s all that those pesky little thoughts are for anyways huh? Just let them leak out of you and make it even easier for me to take what’s mine.

🐸🎃.

Who’s got it ? 😂

Clue: 🐈🐈‍⬛🐱🎩👒🎀

If your baby thinks she's big enough to use the potty, make it as unpleasant as possible for her

- give her a ridiculous potty schedule to keep to

- make her ask permission, and add a lock to the door if she tried to use it without asking

- keep her in outfits that are harder to remove, or mean she has to strip to pee (zips clasps on the back/rompers)

- inspect her underwear first to check she hasn't leaked

- keep the toilet seat and the floor of the bathroom cold

- make her sit there and hold it until you say she can pee

- stand there and watch her the whole time

- make her wait a few minutes after she's done, just to be sure she's finished peeing

- have her bend at the waist with her legs spread for mommy to wipe her pussy, tell her she never does it properly. Use cold wipes or rough toilet paper. Find ways to leave her like that for a few minutes

- pull her panties up too high to give her a small wedgie

- scrub her hands clean with cold water

When it comes to night time insist on a diaper and make it the most pleasant sweet experience for her! Make her see her diapers as a luxury

Make them ask for permissions to go to the potty and then proceed to either hand them a pull up, diaper, tell them to wet their pants, or take them to the potty at my own discretion vs theirs.

Doctor’s orders - It Is Done - Part 10

After an hour since Gregory had put Stan to sleep, the man knew he could return to the boy’s nursery. The sound already stopped and it was safe to get in. A small exposure to the sound and lights wasn’t a significant risk, and yet Gregory didn’t want to take any chances with the regression program affecting him. He stood by the door, looking at Stan in his crib, sound asleep. He learned about what these sounds and lights can do to a person. How somehow it tipped men over the edge towards infantilism. Not exactly sure how, but the results were almost a hundred present proof within a few sessions. His boy Stan, he thought, only needed one session. He was in need of an authority figure, he was in need of guidance, he was in need of letting go and just being. So many men need it, but Gregory was happy to give it to Stan.

Stan was dreaming the weirdest dream he had ever dreamed. He walked into a huge office building made of cold gray concrete with cold floor tiles and a high ceiling. 

As he walked to the receptionist, someone yelled “Stan come over here now and send these forms!”. He ran towards the voice while papers emerged in his grip. He got to an old dial landline phone and a voice screamed in his ear “Answer me now! I’m a mad client!” He let go of the forms and picked up the phone, just to hear a busy sound bip.

Hot men and women walked in front of him, smelling good, looking good, and touching each other in a non-appropriate way. He wanted to take part in that, but his feet were stuck on the cold tiles. He couldn’t move, he felt that he wanted to take part, but couldn’t. The lobby became a nightclub, and the men and women started taking off their clothes and having sex in front of him. He tried to move his feet again, but as he looked down, he saw he was naked as they were. Just in front of him people were having sex, but as he looked down again, his dick was soft and small, not paying attention to what was happening.

Waves of emotions had started to hit him. He began tearing up. His eyes were so wet he couldn’t see anything anymore. Once he succeeded in drying them up, he was in a middle of a field, looking up to the night sky. Stars and planets surrounded him from up above, it reminded him of something he saw in the past. Strange sounds echoed into the night, a lullaby maybe, with a voice talking.

“It’s okay to cry.” the voice said.

A figure appeared from the distance, it looked like a giant teddy bear, with a loving and warm facial expression. 

“Are you Stan?” the teddy bear asked.

“I am, yes” Stan sniffled.

“Why are you naked?” the bear looked down at Stan’s soft penis.

“I don’t know” he answered with a worried tone.

“All these horrible people with their horrible demands. I can take that away from you. Would you like that Stan?” the bear asked and spread his arms for a hug.

“Yes Teddy” Stan answered and went in for a hug.

In his dream, Stan opened his eyes to find out he was in a playpen, inside a huge nursery. The smell of baby powder was in the air. He was wearing a thick diaper, a full PJ, and a dangling pacifier clipped on him. Uncle Gregory came by the playpen and kneeled.

“How is my good boy today? Having fun watching his shows?” he raffled Stan’s hair.

A big screen TV was playing some kind of babyish show, which seemed to calm Stan down. Uncle Gregory grabbed the pacifier and stuck it into Stan’s mouth.

“You need it. Now, here’s your best friend Teddy. Put your little head down and take a nap.” he presented a stuffed teddy bear that looked like the same one from before. Stan took the bear into his chest and laid down. He felt so content, so warm, so safe. His uncle was watching over him, his best friend was in his arms, not a single worry. A warm feeling started in his diaper, he peed, but he didn’t care, it felt great. Looking at his fuzzy friend, he rolled over to his stomach, holding his friend with one arm, he felt the need to hump his wet diaper.

Gregory was standing there for twenty minutes. He loved to watch the first hyno night process. Especially the part when the boys start to hump their already-wet diapers. Stan’s diaper came up and down, softly, slowly, in a rhythm. In the dark, Stan made soft cooing and whining sounds while he was humping a bit faster than before. With a final whine, the boy lowered his diaper to the mattress and stopped moving.

He broke Stan, he is now the little boy he needed to be, it is done.

To say she had broken you would have been an understatement. A year ago, you had been the president of your sorority, hottest girl on campus, and with the GPA to possibly be Valedictorian. You had everything: brains, beauty, and dedication. The only thing you didn't have was a loyal boyfriend.

It was the beginning of your senior year. A new freshmen, Victoria, was rushing for your sorority. She seemed sweet enough, and she clearly had a dominate side. All of the other pledges followed her lead.

As president, you figured you would take her under your wing. Teach her the basics so one day she could take your place... It was supposed to be after you graduated...

Victoria, however, wanted power and quickly. You underestimated how far she would go.

One night, after a party, you had planned on surprising your boyfriend with some new lingerie. You knocked on his door, and he said to come on in.

Victoria was riding you boyfriend. You were shocked and desperately turned on. You had always known your boyfriend had a high drive, and you enjoyed when he was with other girl, but you had rules. No one from the university.

"Mark." You said. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Babe. Victoria said it was fine, that y'all were super close."

"We have rules."

"Shut up madam president."

"What did you just say to--"

"I said shut up."

You shut up.

"Come. Kneel at the bed. Kiss my feet."

You knew you shouldn't. What if word spread? What if... Victoria snapped her fingers and your feet dragged you to the edge of the bed.

"Good." Kiss my feet.

You did as you were told. The shame however could not override your arousal.

Afterwards, you were deathly afraid Victoria would reveal what happened to the other girls. But she didn't, she would do more sinister things. She'd whisper in your year, "Awe it was so cute when you begged me to make him cum." She'd show pictures of your boyfriend to the other girls and talk about all the things she'd do with him if he were single.

If you tried to stop her. Tell her to shut up. She'd look at you with a smile and shake her finger. "No. No. No." It would say. "Cuckies don't interrupt."

It continued to get worst. Sometimes, when it was just the two of you in a room, she tell you to get on your knees and kiss her feet or otherwise she'd spill the beans.

Months. The President of the sorority would knee at the feet of a freshmen: Tying her shoes, completing her homework, giving her rides to parties and waiting in the car.

Beauty. Brains. But, at the end of it all, you were her bitch. She said go, you asked how far. She said jump, you asked how high. She said good girl, you woofed like a puppy.

She worked slow and methodical though. She knew that the longer it went on, the more you'd come to accept your position.

So, at the last formal of your university career, Victoria rushed on stage.

"Hiiiii, everyone. I'm so happy to be here." She gave a long speech about how wonder the community was and how supportive her sisters were. "And finally, I just want to thank you president. She's been so wonderful."

Your hands began to shake. She called you up to the stage. As you reached for the mic to speak, she pulled it away. Leaning towards your ear, she whispered a command.

A tear slipped down your cheek as you knelt before her and kissed her heels.

Silence. Whispers. Laughter.

You slide up onto your knees. Victory petted your hair.

"Our kind and humble president is planning to stay on at the sorority to help me. She'll be my personal assistant and house maid." She smiled. "Can we give your former president and new maid a round of applause."

After that it was all down hill. Even though you were still a student for one more month, she forced you to wear a uniform in the sorority house. She made you call all the sisters "Miss and Ma'am." And... while he remained your boyfriend in name, she had dibs to every other part of him.

Turn her brain off -

Don’t make her think, don’t let her think, she’s just a dumb little baby after all. She doesn’t know what she needs, she doesn’t know what she wants (sure yes she cries for attention but does she specifically know what attention that actually is?) of course she doesn’t that’d be much to grown up for her.

Don’t let her walk. Force her to either crawl (as a privilege.) or carry her everywhere so she doesn’t even have to think about where or how she’s gonna get from point A to point B. Melt her brain with age appreciate TV and toys, don’t let her have any stimulation or intellectual challenges - keep everything just a warm glowing haze of bright colors and simple shapes and numbers.

Slowly watch as all of her independent thoughts and all of her independent big girl feelings safely trickle out of that pretty little empty head, keep her pacified with either her bottle, paci or other gag to give her something to slowly suck on as she unloads all of her remaining dignity into the seat of her nappy.

Keep her subdued and docile through edges during nappy change time, melt away all of her adult thoughts in place of constant brainless horneyness that she won’t be able to shake from the back of her mind.

Make her your perfect obedient little empty headed princess. She’s just a baby after all and that’s the way she needs to be kept for her own good.