I Need This Kind Of Serious Training. 

ME: So I had him tied up & plugged, & I gave the plug a kick, & he whimpered so hard I almost came. I couldn't help myself: I caged him right then & there. THERAPIST: You really suck at one-night stands. But...does that mean I can keep the caged boy you gave me?

Shall We Start Again?

“Ha!” laughed David scornfully as gagged Helena the famous cat burglar after first handcuffing her with her own cuffs. “Beats me why you have such a rep, babe! Dames can never pull this sort of shit off! Weak, weak, weak!”

He left the woman bound, gagged and apparently sobbing. “Pathetic!” he grinned at her. “As soon as I’ve grabbed a celebratory beer, I’ll call the cops. I hear there’s reward on your pretty little ass, sweet cheeks!” David swaggered off, but as soon as he was gone, Helena’s tears ceased and she began working at the cuffs.

*

David sauntered back in the room. His mouth gaped when he saw an empty desk chair where, ten minutes before, he had left his apparently beaten captive. “What the f-?” he began, when suddenly strong PVC clad female arms grabbed him and pinioned him. “Hi babe,” came a sultry voice in his ear as he felt his arm yanked up his back painfully.

In no time, the prepared Helena had the man securely handcuffed, behind his back. She pushed him into the chair, where the astounded macho householder bowed his head in shame. “Now, sweetheart,” the female cat burglar told him, “shall we start again, please? Let’s get you gagged, then I can drink your beer and start clearing your house - OK?” Her bound male prisoner, all arrogance gone, made no reply.

Source: Burglar Blair video available on Clips4Sale

God me and some friends are talking abt being dense af rn and i just remembered this one time i was shopping w my dad and i wanted to get rainbow shoelaces at the dr martins shop. And there was this punk girl, dyed hair face piercings rlly cute, behind the counter and like prince charming putting the shoe on cinderellas foot she offered to lace my gay shoelaces into my dr martins and i let her. “Wow what good customer service!”. And then in the car my DAD had to tell me that she was flirting with me a major L to gay people over the world

i want a pretty naked boy to straddle one of my legs so i can spank him while he grinds on my thigh and makes little whimpering moans against my neck

“But…”

“I’ll just toss something right there.”

“On the fl…”

“Yes. And when you’re done you may lick until clean.”

Young Lust (MDLB version)

This MDLB version of Young Lust is for @cooldude89979, a sweet little diaper boy who just wants to show Mommy how much he loves his diapies.

“Well good morning, baby! How did Mommy’s little prince sleep?”

Your brain was short circuiting. This is certainly not what you expected when you toddled out of your nursery.

Mommy hadn’t let you see so much as a bra strap for the last year. You were her little prince—far too itty bitty for such big boy things.

Yet, here she was.

“M-mommy?!”

It was all you could muster as you stood there in your dramatically drooping diaper, burdened by the nights onslaught.

This must be a trap.

Mommy hadn’t so much as acknowledged your itty bitty princely sword for over a year. Well, beyond wiping it clean of your peepee and poopoo.

No diaper rashes for Mommy’s prince!

You could barely think straight. After a year of nothing more than Bluey, SpongeBob, and Dr. Seuss books, seeing Mommy like this was…too much for you.

A year’s worth of conditioning clashed with your neediness for her.

She was your Mommy—babies should never think like that.

Yet, memories of your life before the Pampers came flooding back. Back when Mommy—your wife—wanted you as a big boy.

The things you used to do.

“You’re being silly, little one. Do you need to go poopoo?”

You used to be her man. The one she wanted to hold her after a long day. The one she wanted in her bed each night.

Now she treats you like the silly, helpless pamper packer you became. The one who chose pampers over…her.

Only someone who can’t handle a real woman makes that choice. Someone who deserves to be chronically denied from all pleasure.

You might have thought it was just so hot back then—but after a year of complete denial, you’re a bumbling mess of neediness.

You chose wrong. So very wrong.

Now all you can do is stare at Mommy. Wishing you could touch every curve, feel every mound of flesh you so willingly gave up in pursuit of your diapers.

No woman wants to play with a diaper boy. Why would they? Women want someone strong, someone powerful. Someone to make them feel like the feminine queen they are.

Diaper boys can offer nothing of the sort.

You’re far too pathetic for such passion. Waddling in a full diaper is adorable—but women don’t want to fuck adorable.

But it doesn’t matter. You still think you’re a man. Somehow, despite being unpotty trained, having a bedtime of 7:30, and giving up any hope of orgasms for a year—you still think you have a chance with her.

It’s adorable.

“N-no poopoo, Mommy!”

You take a step closer, trying to be the suave man you used to be.

“It’s just, you look so beautiful, Mommy. Do you want me to…to take care of you?”

Mommy stares at you for a few never-ending seconds. An eternity. For a split second, you let yourself hope.

“HAHAHAHAHA!!! Little one, what do you think you could actually give me? You’re nothing more than a pamper packer! You can’t even satisfy your teddies!”

Your eyes start tearing up—you actually thought you had a chance.

“Ohhhh, don’t cry my sweet prince! You’re my little snugglebunny!! Mommy doesn’t want you thinking about icky things like sex—you’re never doing that again, okay? Just be Mommy’s little cutie!”

“B-but…I don’t wanna be a cutie! W-wan be your man!”

Mommy pats your diaper playfully.

“No, honey, you’re not a man. You’re my little prince! My job is to care for you and keep you safe. Your job is to be the sweet, obedient baby boy you are.”

“I wanna have sex, not be obedient! No more diapers!”

Mommy laughs. A full body laugh.

“Don’t be silly, you’ll do whatever I say. You’re right where you belong. You know you don’t deserve orgasms. You know you don’t belong with a woman. You belong right here. In a diaper, under Mommy’s loving care.”

You want to run. To argue. To prove to her you can be a big boy.

But deep down, you know she’s right. You couldn’t satisfy her sexually before—and you definitely couldn’t now.

You’re safe in diapers.

Nobody expects anything from you. Nothing but a full diaper and occasional tantrum. You failed as a man.

This is where you belong.

Mommy smiles. “But, wanna know a secret, my little diaper prince?”

You nod vigorously. “Y-yes please, Mommy!”

“It’s the one-year anniversary of your last orgasm! You’ve actually gone 365 days without a single squirt! And I know cause I checked every diaper!”

Your first instinct is to celebrate—to join in your Mommy’s happiness. Yet, you realize what it means.

You’re so far under Mommy’s control, you can’t even orgasm.

“I think such dedication to your Pampers deserves a reward, don’t you, baby?”

Your eyes light up. “Y-yes, Mommy!”

“Good boy, you’re Mommy’s special baby!”

She leads you to the living room, sitting down and smiling up at you.

“Come sit on Mommy’s knee, little one. Put that warm, droopy, soggy diaper on me. Show me why you think you’re a real man. Be my prince and thrust your sword into the mush! Can you do that for me, baby?”

You deflate a bit, wishing you could have more.

Mommy notices.

“Well, if you don’t want this, we can just go straight to the changing table! I certainly don’t care if you go another year without spurties! But if you’re too little for this, I doubt you’ll ever be a big boy again!”

Challenge accepted!

You’d do anything to show her you’re still a man.

Anything.

You confidently waddle to Mommy’s leg, ready to show her you’re a real man. You let your soaked diaper rest on her leg.

Mommy winks at you. “Show me you’re my stud, baby!”

That’s all you need to hear.

You start gyrating your hips, feeling your little sword extend to its full two inches.

Look at you go!

You thrust with all your might. It feels so good!

Once. Twice. Three times!

You scream in utter delight. You’ve never felt such pleasure before.

There’s no way Mommy doesn’t see what a man you are! Not after that!

“Awwww, good job, cutie! Three whole strokes! Soon you won’t even need any! Mommy made the right decision!”

You catch your breath, preparing to argue with her.

“Don’t worry, kiddo. Mommy’s new boyfriend is coming over today. He’ll take care of Mommy. Maybe you can even listen for some pointers!”

“A-another guy, Mommy?”

“Baby, you didn’t think I’d put you in charge of my pleasure after that performance, did you? Don’t be silly! C’mon, let’s get that diaper changed.”

”B-but…Mommy!! I’m your husband!”

Mommy laughs. “No, my sweet prince, you’re my silly little baby. You’re right where you belong.”

The Madam had many keys in her possession, but yours was the most prestigious. Your steadfast refusal to submit over an extended period simply motivated her even more to bring you to heel. In your previous life, you were a strong and powerful man. Very few challenged you personally or professionally, but that’s what led you here, wasn’t it?

The thrill of being tested made you feel something intangible….a growing desire to be subjugated to an equal, or in this case, a superior.

When you finally submitted, your punishments would be varied and severe. All the while, her boots were adorned with the spiked cuff and your gleaming cage key, dangling uselessly.

She would make sure that you would always see it as you shuffled around in full leather bondage. Your tight and very uncomfortable chastity kept you most secure and with the squat plug constantly keeping you stretched, you wondered if you had just held out for a little longer, what would have happened?