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Slave task #1

Today we will start off slow, this will be a short task which hopefully most can achieve.

As it is nearly the beginning of March, it seems fitting that the sissies, slaves and whores of tumblr should celebrate the coming of spring! Here is what you’ll need:

1 Ice cube. 1 bottle of icy hot / deepheat / tiger balm 1 flower (optional)

Task:

Take the ice cube, as a symbolic farewell to winter, you’ll be embracing the cold one last time! I’ll give you three guesses as to where this is going.. 1.. 2… 3… that’s right! Push that ice cube up your ass. Be sure to feel how sensitive your sissy little ass hole feels having the ice slide across the skin and up inside you. Don’t worry if you can’t take the whole thing, find another and let them both melt slightly, then push them both up one at a time.

Hold the water in.

Now, as a welcome to the warmer weather that is soon to come, you’ll be taking the icy hot (or substitute) and rubbing a portion at least the size of your thumbnail, on your pathetic excuse for a cock. Start at the balls, then move up the shaft, making sure the head gets enough attention. If you don’t feel anything yet, don’t worry, it will come. Kneel down, preferably in front of a mirror, and set a timer on your phone/laptop/tablet. You’ll be kneeling like this for 15 minutes. If you have the flower, place this between your teeth, to add to the ridiculousness of your situation. If you’re going to be a useless object, you might as well be aesthetically pleasing. Hold the water into your ass, don’t you dare let it drip out. Now you should start feeling the heat on your genitals. Don’t touch it, embrace it. Feel the cold that you’re leaving behind (pun intended) and embrace the heat! Make sure to make eye contact with yourself in the mirror, accept yourself for what you are.

Respond to this post with your experience, or submit pictures/experiences at kitten-domme.tumblr.com/submit I want to hear how it went, how you felt and if you want more tasks.

Riders #45-23

Word reached Mistress Vixen of your many failings as a man. She’s generously granted you an audience to try and explain yourself.

A little difficult to do that with your muzzle locked on and I suppose that as you have been unable to convince her otherwise, the pig training program will be commenced straightaway.

End of the Road

“Okay, sweetie, Jen just got here to babysit you so I’m gonna head out. You behave, okay? I don’t want to hear you misbehaved tonight.”

I give her my best puppy dog eyes, begging her to stay.

“Awwww, stop!” she giggles, “Not the puppy eyes! How can I resist my little cutie when he gives me the puppy eyes in his cutest onesie?”

I smile—maybe she won’t leave after all. “Y-ou don’ hafta weave!” I say through my paci, laying on my cutest voice, “You can thtay here wif’ me!”

“I wish, cutie! But Mommy needs to have some big girl fun tonight. I love spending time with my little guy, but I have my own needs, too.”

I feel my body deflate. I hate the idea of her dating someone else. “I…I can do that!” I say in my best big boy voice.

“I don’t think so, silly! You’re far too little for such things. You’re right where you belong!”

“Am not! I did it before!” I argue.

“Yes, when you were pretending to be a big boy. But you’re not, are you?”

“I…I wasn’t pretending!”

“Oh? You weren’t? Because you haven’t acted like a big boy in six months!”

“Because you won’t let me!” I squeal, desperate and feeling my argument slipping away.

She laughs. “Honey, I don’t force you to fill your diaper. I don’t force you to suckle on your paci. I don’t force you to wear onesies. But you do all of those anyway!”

“Cause…cause you’ll punish me if I don’t!”

“Duh, little one. Littles don’t get to do big kid things. Adults—real adults—don’t beg their wife to put them in diapers and baby them. But you did!”

“I-I…I didn’t want it full time!”

“Yes you did, silly! You just didn’t know it. But I did. Mommies always know what’s best for their little one. This is who you are!”

“Is not!” I whine, feeling smaller than ever.

“Then why did you let this happen? You never fought for your ever-shrinking adult time! Why did you so happily surrender every adult privilege if you wanted to be an adult?”

“T-Thats not fair! I didn’t know you’d start dating other men and I wouldn’t ever have sex anymore!”

“Baby, look at me. What did you expect? That I wouldn’t lose all sexual attraction to you the first time you squatted down and load your diaper?”

Tears well in my eyes. “B-but…I.”

“But what? The only “but” I’m concerned about now is the one I wrapped in a clean diaper five minutes ago.”

“I can stop wearing them,” I sob, “I don’t need them!”

“Oh, little one, please don’t make this any more difficult than it has to be. This is who you are! You are my little. You belong in diapers. Your place is your nursery.”

“Nuh uh!” I sob, abandoning any pretext of adulthood.

“Yes, honey. Besides, do you really think you could go without them anymore?”

I hesitate, not wanting to know the answer. It has been months since I tried to make stinkies. They just happened now.

“I didn’t think so, sweetie. Now, can you drop all these big boy sex fantasies? You’re still my husband. I’ll always love you. But our relationship is just different. I’m your Mommy first and foremost.”

“B-but I still want to have…you know.”

“What did I just say, baby? No sex. Never again. Mommies don’t have sex with babies. Especially when their little ones are breastfeeding! And you’re back on the breast, which means your off sex.”

“Hmpff.”

“Huff all you want, little one. But I’m going out tonight and you’ll be all safe and sound in your crib, dreaming of our special moments in your nursery.”

I open my mouth to argue. She puts a finger on my mouth before I have the chance.

“Don’t. I’ll tell you what, little one. I have to leave in a half hour. Would you like to eat before I leave?”

I know I should say no. I should try to be an adult.

But I can’t.

“Y-yes pwease.”

“Good boy,” she says, taking off her dress and sitting down, adjusting my body and guiding my head to her nipple. “You just eat little one.”

I let her guide me, latching on immediately. Her bare skin feels warm and inviting. She rubs my back as I feed, humming a sweet melody.

Her other hand grabs at my diaper, checking it. Her fingers linger on my manhood. She giggles when she realizes.

“Such a silly boy. See, you do need my body, but not for your pleasure. You need it for your num-nums.”

I’m too out of it to understand what she’s saying. I don’t remember her getting up and tucking me into bed. Or Jen changing my diaper later that night.

Maybe Mommy was right, after all.