Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

Your morning inspection. I look forward to these inspections.

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.

"Little one, can you look at mommy when she's talking to you? That's it. That's better. " "Is someone upset, hm? My poor baby. Lots of big feelings for someone so tiny."

"Now. Don't you worry your pretty little head about all those people laughing at you, darling. Your diaper is perfect."

boys being shy about wanting to be dominated? so hot. the little blush on their cheeks when they have to ask for something. when you make them describe what they want, and they squirm just a little, so hot so hot so hot

Tonight I want a domme partner in crime to hunt with. Hip to hip and hand in hand at the bar -

“Do you like that one with the glasses?”

“The nervous looking one? He does look like he’d be a pretty crier.”

Two pairs of red lips objectifying men together and maybe, just maybe, taking one back to our lair to break apart and reassemble until we are sated.