To Say She Had Broken You Would Have Been An Understatement. A Year Ago, You Had Been The President Of

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.

Family vacation

" What are you doing down there, sweetie? Is everything OK???? Does my wittle baby girl feel good? We don't even travel that much, honey! Aren't you enjoying yourself? You should be grateful I insisted on bringing you with us. Daddy wanted this to be a no kids trip HAHAHA!!

But thanks to me, you got to enjoy this wonderful weekend with us! Why are you frowning? Is somewone embawassed? Did you really think anything about your predicament was going to change now that we're not home?

Did you really think you wouldn't wear your diapers? Honey, it's been a long time since you threw that big tantrum when I tossed all your thongs away. And your big girl bras. And all your adult clothes. And all your books and games HAHAHA. Yeah, it's been almost a year of your full baby treatment. A whole year without an adult feeling. You're practically a virgin again, aren't you??? Awen't yoo Mommy's pathwetic wittle viwgiiiin?

Gosh, you're pathetic. What I mean is: you should be already used to this, cutie. I'm the sexy girl, you're the stupid toddler. I'm the tall, seducing woman, you're the smelly, childish dwarf. You suck on bottles, I suck on Daddy's dick. I should make you kiss my toes HAHAHA.

So why awe you embawaaassed, wittle girl??? It can't be because of your poofy diaper! You haven't worn big girl panties for so long that you should love your pampies now! And they're the only thing your princess parts get to feel now, awen't they???

Sniff-sniff. Ooooh, I see. It's because you made a poopie!!! What a wittle baby girl you aweee!!! HAHAHAHA. Remember: your Daddy gets turned on when I take off my underwear, but he can't help but laugh when he's on diaper duty with you. It's such a good thing I'm usually in charge of that now, right??? Don't you woooove it so much when I tickle you while changing your diapieees? Or when I accidentally hold the baby wipe a wittle too long on your princess parts? Don't you woove thaat?

Let me tie my hair and I'll change you, sweetie. What? You don't want me to change you here? Whyyyy, wittle girl??? Afwaid somewone is gonna sweee?????

You shouldn't worry about this, honey. But has Daddy told you about tonight? No?? Does my wittle babie darwing wanna know??? Daddy needs some alone time with this body, you know.

In fact, he's gonna tell you. Run to our table with your poopy tush and ask Daddy about tonight's event at the hotel. They'll set up a Kiddie disco and we've registered you!!! Awen't you excited???? I'm sure you'll fit in perfectly!!

Ooooh, no, babygiwl!!! Is somewone cwiyin'??? HAHAHAHA"

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Jamie smiled up at her little man, her little hero. It didn’t take her long into her marriage to discover that her husband, like most men, desperately needed order and discipline in his life. His years as a bachelor had taken their toll but it wasn’t anything a firm and loving hand couldn’t address. In many respects her hubby was just an overgrown toddler and she didn’t mind providing what he needed, even if he didn’t want it. What he wanted was a man cave to have his freedom. What he got was a separate bedroom fit for a toddler, complete with diapers! The day she placed her big boy back into pampers was the day their relationship took a turn for the better. The maternal hand he needed was now the hand of his wife; the hand that would spank, bathe, diaper, dress and nurture him. He offered some resistance at first but once he realized that disputes were settled over his wife’s knee and the changing table he shaped up to being her sweet little boy. If you’re tempted to think this a cruel form of control I might add that her hubby is not without his rewards. All Jamie has to do is reach her hand between his legs and give his thick diaper a rub, or unbutton the front of her blouse to offer a breast, and he is quite content.

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Who’s got it ? 😂

Clue: 🐈🐈‍⬛🐱🎩👒🎀

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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

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