I Need To Find Someone Who Has A Stallion Who'll Let Me Suck Its Ginormoua Horse Cock

What started out as a summer camp friendship can blossom into so so. Much more! I met @thickdiaperedaddy at summer camp and now he's my daddy and I'm his baby. I love him more than my actual dad. He's the best!!! I love you Daddy!!

Think they’d be fun in some circumstances

Reblog if you want  ‘Diaper Checks’ or ‘Stop, Drop, and Potty’ asks

*Make sure your anonymous asks are on* Diaper Checks: -Anyone can send one at any time -If you get an ask that says “Diaper check!” or similar, you must reblog with the status of your pants or diaper, no cheating and no exceptions. Alternatively, If you get an ask that says “Stop, Drop, and Potty” you must go to the bathroom in whatever you are wearing the moment you see the message, as you would with a CG.  This is harder than it sounds! Only for wearers up to the challenge and the embarassment!

Are there any gay guys around 18-27 looking for a long term relationship around Cornell university?? Dm me if so

The camera clicked, capturing the pathetic tableau: two boys, two former "loves" of mine, both reduced to diaper-clad playthings. Their gazes locked, not with affection, but with a dawning horror, their hands awkwardly exploring the soggy bulk between their legs. A shared humiliation, a bond forged in my twisted desires. It was almost too perfect.

They had both hidden their little secret from me, both presented me with a facade of normalcy. But beneath it all was a shared truth – they both loved diapers, and I could wield that against them. The betrayal had been my ammunition. The past relationships had been for this moment.

I'd brought them together, not for intimacy, but for punishment. One had the job of getting more. I gestured to the door, my gaze locking on one of them, the one who thought he was special. It was time for his public shame. He had one task, and that was to get my shopping, and do it in his little padded diaper.

The photo arrived, a silent testament to his desperation. The diaper peeking out from under his t-shirt, a secret made public, his humiliation on full display as he pushed a cart through the brightly lit aisles. They had both fallen. And now, they both belonged to me. I was no longer dealing with the facade, only the truth.

Upstate NY near Syracuse

Here we go again🥺😩...

Because January wasn't already hectic and stressful enough with the holidays and losing my Little, why not just make me lose my Tumblr too?

Life has a wonderful way of kicking you while you're down.

Anyway, I guess this is the new Account now. Go ahead and follow this other account as a backup to the backup of the backup:

@suprememommytaylor @strictmommykeyy

Make sure you follow me on other account so it's easier to get the word out when this inevitably happens again.

@suprememommytaylor

Please boost and share this post so we can get back to starting from scratch...again...

(Really getting sick of this shit, for real.)

Love you guys.

Es geht wieder los 😩😰...

Da der Januar mit den Feiertagen und dem Verlust meines Kleinen nicht schon hektisch und stressig genug war, warum nicht einfach auch dafür sorgen, dass ich meinen Tumblr verliere?

Das Leben hat eine wunderbare Art, dich zu treten, während du am Boden bist.

Wie auch immer, ich vermute, dass dies jetzt das neue Konto ist. Fahren Sie fort und folgen Sie diesem anderen Konto als Backup zur Sicherung des Backups:

@suprememommytaylor @strictmommykeyy

Stellen Sie sicher, dass Sie mir auf anderen Konten folgen, damit Sie es leichter verbreiten können, wenn so etwas unweigerlich erneut passiert.

@suprememommytaylor @strictmommykeyy

Bitte boosten und teilen Sie diesen Beitrag, damit wir wieder von vorne beginnen können ... wieder ... (Ich habe diesen Scheiß wirklich satt, wirklich.)

Ich liebe euch.

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He doesn't let fags anywhere near His cock. He has plenty of chicks to take care of that. but He finds it funny to watch a pathetic queer loser slobber all over His feet after He's been walking around barefoot all day.

He’s even got the neighbors 23 year old son checking in with Him through text message several times a day to make sure His feet are clean enough. He usually just ignores the text, only responding when His feet are truly filthy; and in those instances the fag rushes over eagerly to devour the filth from the bottoms of His massive feet.

It all started as a joke. The little fag couldn’t stop staring whenever He’d kick His feet up on the porch, and the Man was starting to notice it. After noticing the fag’s staring a few times, the Man called out jokingly one tipsy night “why don’t you come over here and kiss them since you’re so captivated by them”

And the rest was history. He knew He had the bitch by the balls when he first walked up the stairs and leaned in to kiss His big, stinking feet. It wasn’t sexual for Him, but He did enjoy it in a non sexual way. Once the Man had the fag’s brain hooked on His feet, He ordered a small, cheap chastity belt off the internet and demanded the bitch put it on if he wanted to continue being allowed to worship. The fag, desperate to secure his place at His addicting feet, put it on without a second thought, and the Man kept the keys.

He never really told the fag, but He had absolutely zero intention of ever letting him free from his metal cage. It was so effortless, stealing the young fag’s sexuality from him at age 18, and then constantly dangling His feet in his helpless face. The bitch had asked a few different times to have it taken off, if only for 10 minutes, but the Man insisted that if He took it off He would have to move away and never let the fag see His feet again. He had complete control of his mind, making him stay at home living with his parents where it’s cheaper so that he could send more of his paycheck to Him. The fag lived on a very strict budget, ensuring that he could send as much money as possible to the Man next door who kept a close eye on his finances. It was the perfect win- extra money for doing nothing, the thrill of controlling another man, and there was something particularly amusing about watching his eyes glaze over whenever he would lick His feet. It was the only ‘sex’ the fag would ever know, and boy did he enjoy it!

The Man knew he would own this faggot for as long as He wanted to, and his parents didn’t seem to mind him living at home, so there was no foreseeable obstacle anywhere in the future. The Man smirked when His phone lit up beside Him on the table. “New Message from Forever Virgin”

‘Sir, may I please offer my cleaning services to You and Your perfect Feet?’ He clicked the reply button and lit up a joint, eagerly waiting for the sick little fuck to come in and serve his filthy purpose at the bottoms of His cruel and taunting feet.

More of the same …but with my moose camo sleeper. 

SIMPLE ENOUGH CHALLENGE, REPOST THIS, YOU WILL GET EMBARRASSING QUESTIONS POSTED, YOU HAVE TO ANSWER YES TO THEM AND POST THE ANSWER PUBLICLY.

Reblog if you going to put on a diaper today!

Or if you already done it=)