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Cam Damage

Reflective Desire

Wanker

You like watching him fuck me don’t you Babe - are you going to lick my dirty pussy when he’s done? 🤤

Pay attention, little boy! Yes, I'm talking to you. Don't think I don't see you whispering back there. Ugh, typical male... This may only be a college tour, but I am a woman and you owe me your undivided attention when I'm speaking.

That's enough back-talk! Honestly, you boys really are just big babies, aren't you? There's no point trying to reason with you. Either you settle down now and show me some respect, or I contact the matriarchal authorities and report you for toxic masculine behaviour. You know what happens then, don't you? They'll cut your ego down to size with an incontinence procedure and it'll be bye-bye boxer shorts!

Aww, what's the matter? You've gone so pale! Don't like the idea of being stuck in diapers for the rest of your life, huh? Then after this tour is over you're coming back with me to the dorm for a bit of diaper discipline, a little taste of what your life will be like unless you drop the attitude. You can spend the night peeing and pooping your pants and count yourself lucky. Now, on with the tour! On your left...

Prissy stop staring..we’ll have to do something about that.  Go clean the kitchen and then straighten up my room, after that night with Joe it really needs it.

Prissy get back here, you forgot to curtsey.  I swear you must love that cage, everyday it’s simple little rules that you can’t follow.  So from now on instead of one day for a rule broken it’s five days..that means you’re at 10 additional days  today and it’s only 10:00 AM.  We’re going to need a calendar to keep track of this, your lusting is going to be the end of you.

Remember my offer stands to put you in that smaller spiked cage, you’ll need to be convincing for me to let you wear it.  Ok enough small talk, back to work…

Jesus Prissy forgetting to curtsey again..mark the calendar.

Today's pin-up for keen foot-lickers. I take the view that in a Femdom relationship, foot-licking is about the submission/voluntary abasement of the male. Therefore it is very appropriate if the feet in question are calloused and heavily perspiring. And if the Mistress goes out of her way to get them like that, it is an act of kindness on her part for which the male should be deeply grateful.

Summertime Blues

“Oh, stop pouting. You got what you deserved,” she jeers.

“What? This is all your fault! You wouldn’t let me change out of my diaper at the airport!” you whine, showing her the blue wristband the hotel staff required you to wear.

“My fault?!? Did I force you to fill your diaper up with tinkles? Did I force you to waddle like a toddler? No, that was all you, sweetie,” she retorts.

Flustered, you huff and puff, stomping your feet in anger.

“Wow, baby, you’re doing everything in your power to prove you deserve that wristband!” she taunts. “I think they were right to put it on you!”

“No, they weren’t! I’m not a baby! Now I don’t even get to drink at the all-inclusive resort that I paid for!” you screech, “this is bullshit!”

“Language, honey, you better not use words like that when you’re in your kiddy pool!” she laughs.

“What are you talking about?”

“Awww, did you not pay attention to the lady when she explained what your wristband means?” she smirks devilishly, “you were throwing quite the tantrum! Honey, the blue wristband doesn’t just mean you’re not allowed alcohol! It means you’re in diapers! And that means you’re only allowed in the kiddie pool!”

You stand there, mortified, lost for words.

“You understand why, right? The adults don’t want to swim in the same pool as babies! They don’t want to worry about you scrunching your face and pooping next to them on the lazy river! They want to drink their margaritas in peace!”

“This isn’t fair! I’m not a baby! And I don’t even poop my diaper!” you squeal.

“They don’t know that! All people will see is the blue wristband and know you’re waddling in a diaper! Of course, I doubt they’ll need to see the wristband, your diaper is pretty obvious under your swimsuit!”

“No, I won’t go! I wanted a real vacation!” you bluster.

“I don’t care what you want, sweetie. In ten minutes, you’ll be splashing around in the kiddie pool like the toddler you are while I sip a strawberry daiquiri like the adult I am! But first, we gotta get you into your swim diapers!”

“I don’t have any!” you say confidently, thinking you’ll get out of this.

“But the resort does! I bought two packages for you! They look just like Little Swimmers! Look! Aren’t they adorable?”