“Never Forget To Stroke Your Pony When She Did Well In Training.”

What a Girl Wants

Your best friend smiles sweetly at you as you waddle to her, grateful the music is loud enough to drown out the crinkling of your diaper.

Your loaded diaper.

You wonder if she saw you squatting down behind the bar, filling your diaper. You had been so careful finding a secluded space to do your business.

It wasn’t easy—the bar was busy as ever for a Saturday afternoon. But you’d even managed to slip away from Daddy! Surely nobody saw you!

Yet, as you approached Jen, you weren’t so sure.

Does she know?

“Hey, cutie!” Jen said happily over the Kesha song in the background, “You hear the song? This used to be our jam!”

It had been your jam, back in college. When you two were inseparable. All those memories came flooding back.

Those were the days.

Back when you wore bikinis, drank cheap vodka, and closed bars together. Back when you used to compete to see who could get the most numbers from boys, laughing at their desperate, pathetic attempts to hook up with you.

People say it’s time to grow up after you graduate college. Jen did—but not you.

“Sweetie?” Jen asked, “Earth to Emmy?”

You snapped out of your reverie—back to reality and your messy diaper.

“What? Oh, yeah!” you answered, “Gosh, this song reminds me of Spring Break! I miss it!”

Jen smiled again. You tried to hide your jealousy. Jen looked so beautiful in her bikini—and there you were, hoping to hide your bulging, messy diaper.

She takes a breath. “Emmy…come here,” she says seriously, “What’s going on? You’re hiding something…”

You take a tentative step forward. “A-am not!” you say too quickly, sounding more like a toddler than adult.

Jen laughs. “Oh? You’re not, are you? Then I see no reason why you’d be nervous for me to check that diaper of yours.”

“Jen!” you shriek, looking around nervously to see if anyone heard, “No!”

“I’m not gonna ask again, Emmy. Turn around. Now.”

Red-faced and near tears, you obey your best friend. You stand in front of her and move to turn around so she could check your diaper.

Before you do, Jen puts both hands on your shoulders, a stern, yet maternal look on her face.

“Honey, I’m not trying to embarrass you, okay? Your Daddy asked me to keep an eye on you. And that’s what I’m doing. Don’t think I didn’t see you at the bar. Were you making pushies?”

You summon all your strength to not cry. You can’t believe your best friend in the world now treats no differently than a toddler. And ask you—in public—if you made “pushies.”

“Y-yes, Jan,” you sigh.

“Thank you for being honest, honey,” Jen says turning you around, “I need to see if you’re about to have a blowout, though.”

Your face burns as you feel Jen lifting the back of your skirt with one hand, prodding at it with the other. It’s too much. You cover your face, unwilling to see if your infantile display has an audience.

“Looks like you’re fine for now, Emmy,” Jen said, playfully tapping your diaper, “But we should find your Daddy before you stink up the bar!”

“O-okay….,” you whisper, still covering your face.

“Oh, stop being so embarrassed, Emmy. This what you wanted!”

“I-I…I didn’t want…this!” you squeal, losing the battle against your tears.

“Emmy, come on. You asked Brad—I mean your Daddy—to wear diapers! You loved being his little princess! What changed?”

“Everything,” you thought to yourself.

Jen wasn’t wrong about that. But it wasn’t supposed to end like this. You didn’t mean to go this far.

“Everyone just treats me like a big baby now!” you scream, tears flowing down your cheeks, diaper swaying as you stomp your feet.

“Do you hear yourself, Emmy?” Jen said softly, “You’re throwing a tantrum at a bar in a poopy diaper while everyone watches! And you expect us to treat you any different?”

“Not a tantrum! I don’t want to wear diapers!”

Jen sighed, genuine sadness in her eyes. “Sweetie. Your diapers aren’t for fun anymore. You need them. You did this to yourself! What did you expect?”

“But! But!” you continue to sob, “Not a ba—mpgh.”

A pacifier is placed in your mouth, silencing you.

“Sounds like someone needs a nap,” Daddy says, “Sorry, Jen. I should’ve known she was due for a tantrum.”

Jen laughs, “I think she needs a new diaper first, Brad. Poor thing loaded her diaper a few minutes ago.”

Daddy lifts your skirt before you can react. Your diaper is unceremoniously checked for the second time in minutes.

“Pee-yew, Peanut!” Daddy says, “We better clean that tush, pronto!”

Jen stops Daddy. “I don’t know about the men’s room, but the women’s bathroom has a dedicated changing pad. It’ll be tight, but Emmy can fit. I don’t mind changing her!”

“Are you sure, Jen?” Daddy asks skeptically, “That diaper is full of her poopy!”

“Really, Brad, it’s no big deal! She’s my best friend! We’ve been friend since we were in diapers! I guess some things never change, huh Emmy?”

You’re startled back into focus. “I..ummm….”

“Here’s her diaper bag. Be generous with the cream, something tells me this won’t be her last stinky today.”

Jen grabs your diaper bag from Daddy, reaching her hand out for you. “Grab my hand, cutie. Don’t want you getting lost with a poopy diaper!”

You sheepishly take her hand, ignoring the laughing of the crowd.

“Don’t mind them, Emmy,” Jen coos, “They just think you’re adorable with your diaper dropping below your skirt. You’re still as popular as you were in college!”

Sensual Chastity Play

ME * gently licks your cage, savoring the sweet taste of your precum* ME: “mhh, you’re such a horny boy, aren’t you? Your cock seems to be ready to burst the cage open any second”

YOU: “mmpf” * unintelligible noises though the ball gag and a vicious nod *

ME *continued caressing of the caged cock and the swollen balls, happily purring with arousal * ME: “do you remember the time before you were locked? Before you gave up all control of your cock and your erections to me? Wasn’t it nice to be able to grow? Now look at the locked birdie fighting the bars of the cage …” * seductive smile, rubbing my body against yours* “Do you remember what it feels like to be inside me?”

YOU: “yff! Yff I d…”

ME: “The gag really makes it difficult for you to articulate yourself, but the manic twitching of your cage speaks volumes.”

ME * takes your hand and places it between my thighs* “Feel how wet you make my pussy, how close you get me just by watching your frustration. Isn’t that so worth all the effort, all the sacrifice?”

ME * brushes my fingertips, wet from my own juices, all over your lips and under your nose. Moistens them at the source again and smears it over your cage and the exposed bits of your cock* “Our juices smell and taste so divine when combined”

YOU * straining against my hand, humping, yearning, longing, your hips grinding, your eyes begging and your arms fighting the tight bondage that doesn’t allow you to move even an inch*

ME: “aww my boy, my beautiful boy, you must be so desperate ” ME * kisses you over the gag, tongue probing around it, caressing your hair and hugging you close * “I’m so incredibly horny right now, you make me so wet my juices are running down my thighs. I could really do with a good fuck now…”

YOU * desperately humping and grinding into me, moaning through the gag*

ME: “what do you think, should I unlock you and get myself off on your cock? I would do it if you promise me to last at least 15 minutes. But then again, think how much you came to love the feeling of constant horniness and denial. How much closer we got. What do you think, should I get the key?”

YOU *a firework of emotions showing on your face - lust, dread, desire, disbelief, insecurity- your chest heaving, your eyes pleading, your cock twitching.*

YOU “$#mpf&!!” “$#not&! Nn £$)*#”

ME * undoes your gag* “you were saying?”

YOU * with as much dignity as you can muster* “I crave you, I want you, I worship you … but … Please keep me locked, Madame, please keep me wanting and frustrated”

ME *triumphant smile* “You have no idea how much I love you right now”

🔑

By MarquiseOfTease - 6th of December 2016

Oh and just in case you were thinking it might be time to grow a spine, I wouldn't. Not unless you want all your friends to find out about your little accidents. Hey, why don't you go try one of those diapers on, I think I want a few snaps of you wearing your cute new jammies.

Interns first day

“We out here at the REGRESSION CLINIC!” Kylie yelled as she recorded her fellow interns as they descended down the elevator and towards the first level of the center. Kylie and Katie stepped off as they turned back to watch Izzy go on deeper without them. “I’m soooo excited to finally disapline a level 3 regressed boy” Izzy squealed in delight. “Are you sure you’re not worried Izzy?” Kylie said “oh don’t worry, they’re constantly sedated and I’ve got my face shield on and in my bag I’ve got my long sleeves, those silly boys can spray me all they want!” Izzy giggled. Kylie and Katie stared in fascination, they couldn’t wait to actually fully see the regression process in action, but still their work would be interesting. They could still remeber the oppression before the matriarchy had taken over, and were excited to put these boys in their place, they were so helpless it was their duty to regress them.

“Hi ladies, welcome” the doctor greeted Izzy and Katie. Here at Happy Days Regression Clinic, we believe in the power of regression to reaccumate silly boys back into their place. And with a new grant from the government, we now have the funding for one on one mentorship today, so each of you will be split up. Kylie, as our top performing intern, you’ll be with me”. Kylie was estacic. ………

“Ok so here is our patient…hi baby boy!” the doctor said as Kylie saw…her classmate from highschool?! “Now Kylie, this little one is fully regressed and obedient, so no need for restraints, do remeber the spray in your pocket just in case. The main things is that we need to find a way to make him truly embrace being regressed, make him happy. We have reconnected this poor boy with his inner child, now we must make it a happy on— “. BEEEP BEEEP! A siren flared. Code red to level three. “Ugh!” the doctor exclaimed “I still think it’s best to let interns onto level 3” the doctor whispered “really ticks off the patients to be treated by someone the same age or younger, but I think it’s for the best to truly discipline them. However, as you can see it gets them adjetated. I wonder what silly intern left the restraints too loose this time. I guess you should stay here while I go down. I think a lil one on one time will be good. You’re our top intern, you can handle it”.

“Welp I guess it’s just you and me huh lil guy?” Kylie said. The alarm still buzzing made the poor lil guy start to cry. “Aww baby baby shh shh it’s ok Nurse Kylie’s here” Kylie cooed. She then looked down to his diaper to find it was now completely soaked “aww baby had an accident, don’t worry I’ll clean you up”. As Kylie undid the tapes of his diaper and pulled it back, she was utterly shocked to see the sheer size of his pee pee. She had never felt one before. She wasn’t sure if it was within her protocol, but she knew he needed to be soothed and in the long term made happy “ok lil guy, don’t tell your mommy doctor, but Nursey’s gonna give you a lil treat to calm you down…”

Give Me The Keys

Just sharing here at the end of the year... this is something I always kind of fantasize about. It's some type of 'forced' chastity She tells me to lock it on, and tells me to give her the keys.

Never happens.

If I want to serve my wife, my mistress, I lock it on and give her the key. It makes her smile. Lights her up. But she won't 'make' me do it, or 'force' me to do it.

Of course... once the cage is on she becomes a lot more assertive in some ways, and unassertive in others.

For instance, she will tease me and deny me and absolutely refuse to unlock me, she becomes a queen bitch, and I love it. But she won't ever MAKE me clean the house, or rub her feet, or anything like that. I still have to feel into her and find out what she wants.

Does she want a clean house? Yes! Does she want to tell me to clean it? Nope. So I do it and she loves it.

Same with foot rubs.

In many ways, I have to be dominant with her. "Sit over here. I'm going to take your shoes off and rub your feet, put you in the bath, feed your dinner, put you to bed." Stuff like that. She will never order me to do those things, but she becomes very pliant when I order her to do those things...

As long as the cage is on! Kind of weird. But it works.