Paw At Your Diaper All You Want Princess, That's The Closets You'll Get To Being Able To Touch Your Princess

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.

It was one thing when your boyfriend said you had to start wearing diapers again at night after one too many wet mornings.

You even saw some logic in him suggesting you wear "protection" during the day on long trips and flights. Even shorter trips where you might fall asleep had some reasoning behind it when you considered the alternative of waking up wet in the car.

Weeks went by and the simple white plastic underwear became normalized for you. You even found that it was more convent at times, and your partner was always offering to help when you needed a change.

But you realized sometime later that maybe this wasn't an innocent, natural progression of a control problem...

He started checking your diapers more, and began taking more responsibility for changing you. The amount of time spent in your old underwear dwindled. He started encouraging you to hydrate more, first with large cups of water at bedtime, then by handing you gradually more childish sippy cups throughout the day.

One day though, he came over and checked your diaper and decided it was time for a change. Leading you upstairs, he turned into the spare bedroom rather than heading down the hall into the room you usually share.

You stood there, mouth agape, realizing instantly that this was the planned outcome all along. He wanted you to be in diapers. And he'd been doing everything in his power to ensure you end up in them.

A large white changing table hugged the far wall. Its color contrasted by a bright, nursery print vinyl pad on top. Below, stacks and stacks of diapers lined the shelves. But not the crisp white medical diapers you haf become so used to... these diapers looked like adult-sized versions of modern baby diapers, sized up to fit you. Their bright colors and playful patterns a clear indication of what your new status was, not just in the relationship, but to everyone.

"Alright princess, hop on up, Daddy will get you all cleaned up, I've got lots of wonderful new diapers for my baby to wear....which is a good thing since I threw out all of your old undies yesterday."

Daddy was using the apartment bathroom like a good boy, when he heard baby outside the door. He couldn’t just miss the opportunity to humiliate baby and get her back into diapers. He waited till she was done shitting before opening the door, “Everything alright sweetheart?” knowing she had just messed her booty shorts.

“I pooped my pants daddy, why were you being such a meanie, not letting me in.”

Ignoring his little slut, he replied, “It’s alright sweetie, I still have some pull ups, lets get you changed.”

She nodded, whimpering, but she knew she was too much of a baby for big girl pants, so she went with daddy to get diapered.

Right before I messed my diaper like the good girl I am 🤭

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.

Helpless little girl

How I usually can be founds when I’m little 🙈🙊

Who’s got it ? 😂

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