MEET THE NURSES:
Nurse Jessica: Loves to break in her patient to regress. Tie them onto the changing table and force them to look up at her as she encourages them to go. Rarely shows love, except for when she knows she as worn down the non regressed parts of you. Will not stop spanking you everyday, until you pee your diaper at least 7 times. By that point, it should come naturally, which is the point where you will be sent to the next nurse.
Nurse Caroline:
She is the first to reward you. After weeks of not being able to touch yourself, she finally strokes you after you mess yourself. She is also the first to let your suckle on her chest. She, like Nurse Jessica before, only talks to you in baby talk, but she makes sure to over ununciated every word. She will also be the one to introduced the “crying gas” to have you ball your eyes out and completely expose yourself. But she is also the one to wrap you in her full embrace, as well as her chest and hush you until you fall asleep. Months shall go by, before you move onto the next nurse…
Nurse Kelly: By this point, you will be messing yourself uncontrollably, and Nurse Kelly will be sure to embarrass and tease you about this. If the first two nurses have done their jobs right, this will only encourage you to further mess yourself. She will love it and will give you pet names like, lil stinker, squishy pants, and crinkle butt. Nurse Kelly will reward you, but this time for truly acting like a baby; babbling, drooling, not thinking a single thought. She will also be the nurse you will still see, after you are adopted by a mommy. If Mommy complains about you not acting your new age, she will send you back, and Nurse Kelly will embarrass you far further.
“Go on, honey, make your crinkles for me!”
She doesn’t keep you around because she loves you. And she definitely doesn’t love all the diaper changes. Or finding you a babysitter every time she goes out.
She keeps you around because nobody makes her feel better about herself than you. The way you look at her—like she’s the most beautiful woman in the world.
You’re like a pet. Her silly, diapered pet. She knows you’ll be there waiting at the door just so excited to see her when she gets home. When she’s feeling bad, you’ll be right there to comfort her.
And that’s all a pathetic diaper boy like you can offer her.
Do you know how good you make her feel when she sees your teeny tiny diaper tent forming when you see her?
Or when you make your cummies in 30 seconds after just seeing a glimpse of her bra?
You exist for her entertainment. To serve her.
She knows this is the best you can ever hope for in life. You’ll never make it out there, in the real world, without her.
You have nothing to offer her except your desperation for her. Your willingness to debase yourself for her ego.
To live you life knowing you’ll never get with her.
This is where you belong.
Princess Sophia heard soft crying coming from beneath the blanket as she stepped toward it. Her mother, Queen Natasha, handed her a whip as the two females approached the blanket, clearly draped over something important.
“I am sorry to pull you away from your birthday party,” the Queen told her beautiful daughter. “But this just arrived and I couldn’t wait for you to see it. Go ahead and lift the blanket.”
Sophia pulled the blanket aside and caught her breath. A naked male was stuffed inside a tiny spherical cage - the crying sound came from the captive, a young male by the looks of him.
“He was just captured this morning when our warriors took the capital,” Natasha said excitedly. “Your sister took him prisoner personally and said she thought he would be a perfect gift for you.”
Princess Sophia put her hand on the cage and looked at the naked, crying male. “He looks cute enough.”
“He needs some training first of course,” Natasha said. “I will have Diana take charge of him personally, and the next time you see him, he will be as docile and obedient as a male should be.”
The young Princess looked at her new slave. “Welcome to your new life, slave boy,” she told him. “Don’t worry, I can be very cruel, but if you obey me, you will not be sorry you did so.”
touchstarved boys who always need to touch you one way or another, whether it's a hand around your waist, fingers laced with yours, nuzzling his head into your neck.
that whine at the slightest touch anyways, keening when you run your fingers through their hair. holding back a moan when you scratch gently at their scalp with your nails.
who glow under your love, shuddering with the sweet praise that drips your lips.
who try to do their very best so you'll call them your good boy and maybe if they're very good you'll let them touch your body, let them lay between your legs and taste you--if they're good. a tantalizing carrot on a stick that leaves them panting with need.
touchstarved boys that can't bear to be apart from you long, and can hardly keep sane without you in their line of sight,
who grip at your wrist when you try to leave for work, begging you to stay as they drop onto their knees, hugging your legs.
who plead and plead for you not to leave them, whining and sniffling when you try to shake them off.
who nudge their nose against your thigh, sweet big eyes looking up and only then can you tell deep inside where this was always inevitably going to go.
touchstarved boys who you could never seem to say no to.
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Reminding Her slave that it's just a stupid thing that exists purely for Her sadistic amusement.
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