Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

“come on, no shyness allowed.” —I spread his legs generously, allowing room for my fingers to press between his quivering cheeks.

“that’s better isn’t it? good boys stay available and ready.”

a half-hearted protest escapes his lips. I close my hand over his mouth before he can finish. “shh. open for me, darling.”

his spine stiffens as I thrust my fingers inside his tender hole to the knuckle. his eyes widen and a muffled whimper sounds behind my palm—

—but his body betrays him, opening fully for me as he presses his hips down against my fingers, pushing them deeper.

“look at that, angel— we’ve already shaken that shyness haven’t we?”

You hated the nights she came home drunk. Especially when her friends were with her. It always ended up like this.

You laying on the floor with a disgustingly full diaper, helplessly waiting for her to change you. But all they want to do is dance—and laugh at you, of course. Your diapers are always so much more hilarious to them when they're drunk.

They'll get around to changing you, eventually. The change will be done as sloppily as you'd expect from two drunk girls. You'll undoubtedly wake up shivering in a cold puddle after your diaper leaks. But you'll just have to lay in it until she wakes up, which won't be anytime soon. Not with the hangover she's going to deal with.

That's just the life of a Diaper Boy.