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Mean dom who rears his hand back just to watch me flinch and feel me tighten up while he’s guts deep inside me. Doing it over and over again until he actually hits me, making sure I never know if he’s serious or just fucking with me when he wants to hurt me.

Ideas for Supporting Your AB/DL Partner

Not into diapers or ageplay yourself, but want to make your AB/DL partner happy? Here are a few simple things you can try!

Pick out an outfit for them at bedtime so when they wake up they have to wear whatever you’ve chosen.

Use special terms of endearment. Ask what names they prefer, or simply experiment! Sometimes even a simple “good boy”, or “good baby” can make them melt.

Instead of letting them wear their special clothes or diapers whenever they want, set up a rule that they need to ask you first. It’s simple and quick - and it’s pretty fun to watch them blush and stammer trying to ask if they can put on a diaper!

Pick out a special “Little” item for them to wear. Like number one above, but this time add a onesie or diaper.

Ask them if they need to go potty - anytime, anywhere.

Casually put their pacifier in their mouth when they’re working or gaming or watching TV.

Cut up their food for them at meals.

Order for them at restaurants. Doesn’t have to be anything super childish - just that act alone can make them blush!

If your partner is padded up, give them plenty to drink. Remind them that you really wouldn’t want them to get dehydrated. Bonus points if you’re out in public and order them a giant beverage!

Pat their bum. If they’re padded, watch them melt and squirm at the sound of their own diaper. If they’re not, tease them about how strange it feels when that padding is missing!

Deliberately walk down the baby aisle with them while shopping. You don’t need to buy anything, but bonus points if you go slow and start examining the baby foods (or better yet, the diapers!).

Refer to underwear as “big boy/girl/kid pants.”

Ask if they need a sippy cup or bib if they ever happen to spill something while eating.

Get a warm washcloth and wipe their face with it after eating - even if they’re perfectly clean. Watch them melt!

Stop by the swings at the park, and if they’re empty, try them out. Heck, you’ll probably enjoy this one too!

Pat and stroke their head, especially if they like to ageplay. Littles are often very sensitive to touch when regressing, so that sensation combined with the caring and condescension it implies will likely bring them a lot of pleasure.

Give them a padded weekend; simply replace the underwear in their drawer with diapers. (Or even make them do it themselves!) Tell them they’ll get their underwear back once they’ve used those up.

Remind them how cute they are. Many age players can be intensely embarrassed of their appearance when wearing baby things, so communicating that you find them attractive can mean the world.

Encourage them to “use their words” when talking about what they want. Don’t expect them to wax eloquent on what they’re craving, though; it’s often embarrassing and hard to articulate these things. Be patient and listen.

Try talking to them in an enthusiastic, bright tone - just like you might talk to a three-year-old - and see if they like it.

Let them show you love in return. Maybe they’ll be embarrassed, or turned on, or both - but above all they’ll love you and be grateful for your acceptance. So if and when they try to return the favor by doing things for you, let them.

This is just a starter list, so feel free to add more in the comments! 😊

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Let’s Play Twenty Questions

Her Master’s Perverted Version

She shivers as the tip of the whip slides up her back. She can feel the hard tip touch some of the still sensitive welts that crisscross her back and ass. She hears him sigh in appreciation as he remarks,

“I wonder if I should use the cane on you this time, slave? Maybe it will instill a more attentive attitude in you.”

He then brings the whip cracking across her lower back, just above the crease of her bum cheeks. She screams into the huge gag stuffed in her mouth, biting into it hard. Her ass lifts off the floor as her tightly bound legs jump from the shock of the painful unexpected impact.

Her chafed roped bound wrists strung above her head, pull and tug uselessly at the rope stretched up to the ceiling. She lets out another muffled yelp and a snotty sob as he snaps his wrist and brings the whip back across her naked flesh.

This time lower and agonizingly across both her ass cheeks. The pain and heat from the egregious thrashing almost unbearable, as she feels him grasp the back of her head by her long brown hair. He tugs her head back so her tear streaked face looks submissively up at his grinning masterly one.

“You ready to play 20 questions again…. slave?”

She nods her head in obedient recognition. She doesn’t really want to play the game any more. But she needs to play the game, as it is the only way she will be freed from this harsh rope bound predicament he has trapped her in.

It is the only way his degrading, and at times truly gratuitous whippings of her body will end. It is the only way his lip burning, choking on cum, repetitive and bordering on near vicious oral fucking of her worn out mouth, will end.

For almost the full day now, well over ten hours in fact, she has suffered in this captive state. Kept in a position that affords her only the tiniest of movements and keeps her bare exposed body in the most obvious position for serving her master orally, as any good slave girl should.

…..Earlier that afternoon….

He told her in the early afternoon, as he finished tying her wrists high over her bowed and crying head, that her freedom and the end of the ordeal would be as simple as playing 20 questions, but his version.

If she could answer all the questions correctly, he would free her, feed her, and tuck her into bed after a good long fucking. He even told her, “You get the questions right first go slave, and I will lap your pretty pussy and tongue your tight slit, until you are clawing at the sheets and your ankle restraints are about to rip.”

Then as he dragged the old wooden chair into view, placing it directly in front of her, he cupped her chin and added,

“Get it wrong and you have to suck my cock, then I gag you back up and whip the living shit out of you. I will thrash your pretty back and gorgeous ass till it is a red streaked mess, glowing with twenty whip…or cane marks…Which ever one I feel like making you scream into your massive gag with the most.”

“Then I will give you anther hour to uncomfortably kneel here and let the pain sink in deep. To let you cry in your ropes and ponder your mistakes and prepare for the game all over again.”

She gulped and then nodded as she stared into his dark lustful eyes. He even took the whip at that point and dragged it down her bare heaving chest. Stopping to swat her left breast nipple bell so that it tinkled lightly.

Then he drew it down between her quivering folded up and tied tight legs. The tip of the whip touched her pussy right at the apex of her folds, causing her whole body to shudder.

He tapped there lightly, then stroked the tip of the whip around the hood of her throbbing clitoris. Pushing it finally in between her delicate folds. When he drew back the whip and held it in front of her anxious face, he smiled.

It glistened from her dampness. Her cunt warm and wet, aroused by her predicament and the promise of having him tongue fuck her pussy while she writhed in passion, bound to their bed upstairs.

And when he placed the damp tip of the whip against her bottom lip, she did what any good slave girl should. She stuck out her tongue and tasted herself on the leather. A small proud smile on her face as he patted her head and rewarded her by saying, “Good girl…such a good obedient slave…Now let’s play.”

Twnety minutes later she wasn’t so happy. She was begging, trying to plead her case as long rivulets of her drool and his semen hung from her bottom quivering lip. She was still coughing and trying to swallow the overflowing load of cum he had just deposited in her mouth.

“Please sir..pleasse…pleassse don’t whip me…pleassse don’t’ gag me…I can so do better…Please let’s start again..pleasse Master. I can do better Sir…Pleassse.”

He let go of her twisted up hair that he was still fisting and stood up from the chair. His semi erect cock pushing into her wincing wet face. Her saliva and the remnants of his abundant ejaculation coating the half hard shaft, smearing in with her tears as he stood in tall and close over her.

Stepping away from her pleading face, he didn’t even look back at her as picked the fattest most uncomfortable gag he owned off the wall. One that would truly fill her mouth and make her jaws ache while it was strapped around her head.

He could hear her whimpering behind him as he also picked a bamboo cane off its perch on the same wall. He tossed the cane on the floor beside her heaving body and along side the leather whip. He liked to have choices and wanted her to see the threat.

He took a commanding stance directly behind her, preparing to gag her as she continued to whimper at his feet. He could see her arms straining at the overhead ropes as he placed the gag over her head, through her raised and trapped arms.

The tip of the fat gag tapped at her reluctant whimpering mouth. But it opened readily when he gruffly announced, “Open your cock swallowing hole, my pretty little slave bitch. Or your Master will get very angry, and I will plug your ass and then cane your pretty pussy, before even getting to whipping your lovely back and bum.”

With the gag strapped in tight around her frightened head and latched securely, she saw him out of the corner of her eye pick up the cruel whip again. She could hear it swish in the air behind her as he intimidatingly swung it around. Terrified full body shivers racked her torso as she tensed up and waited for the searing leather induced pain.

“20 questions followed by twenty lashes.” He laughed, before bringing the whip down across her upper back. So hard the crack of the leather made him even jump.

Her gagged scream almost as loud as her normal one, her nipple bell ringing constantly as he joyfully yelled “That’s One slave!”

Then he grunted as he put even more muscle into the next swing of his arm, and he swung the whip across both her bare bum cheeks. An instant raised red line appearing against her white skin as two dashes across her shuddering bum. Her muffled screamed pleadings making his cock all hard again.

….Back to that evening…..

Her nodding head makes him grin. He pulls the old chair up close to her, so it is almost between her legs. With a quick kick at each of her inner knees, he delivers a threatening mutter of “Spread them cunt..or else.”

She dutifully spreads her bound legs, and he drags the chair in close. The perfect position for him to sit on, with his erect cock jutting straight up for her luscious mouth to seal around, when the time comes, and he knows it will. His version of twenty questions guaranteed to drag on and on, much to her distress and his delight.

He sits on the creaking wooden chair and reaches out to unlatch her gag. He draws it slowly out of her mouth. Revelling in how much she drools as he pulls the large intrusive rubber hinderance out. She slurps back her drool and diligently replies, “Thank you Master.”

A reply partnered with an upward glance of her tired eyes and mournful frightened face. She licks her lips, knowing the questions are coming, and hoping to god she gets them right this time.

He cups her chin and squeezes her cheeks where the gag strap has left a pair of noticeable deep matching red marks. “You ready to play slave?” he asks simply.

She nods, “Yes Sir..Yes Master, I am ready Sir.”

“Good, so we begin.” He says sternly. He settles back in the chair and wraps his massive right hand around his spear like dick. Stroking it slowly as her eyes follow his other hand. For in it, he grips the horrifying whip.

“Question One, Who owns you?”

“You do Sir, you are my master.” She softly replies.

“What are you?”

“I am a slave Sir.”

He smiles at her quick response and then asks, “Question three, freedom or rope?”

“Rope Sir…always rope.” She replies dutifully, knowing that is always the correct answer, unless…

“Question four slave, rope or chains?” her thought answered for her, by this question.

“Chains Sir…of course chains. They are more secure…Sir.”

He strokes her hair at this point with the whip shaft, and then asks, ”Knees or standing?”

She again quickly responds, not taking anytime to think. “Knees Sir”

“Question six, why knees slave?”

“So my mouth is at the proper height Sir.” She says glancing up at his stiff erect cock that he is still gripping in his hand.

“Question seven. What wonderous thing hides between your beautiful bum cheeks?”

She blinks at this question. It is not one he has asked before, during this long painful day. Gulping she answers tentatively, “My asshole sir?”

“Correct slave..So question eight, what is an asshole for.. on a slave girl like yourself?”

She visibly flinches at this question and glances down at the butt plug lying nearby. “It’s for fucking Sir. A slave’s asshole is for fucking….and filling with cum.”

“And what’s the best part of fucking a slave’s asshole?” he asks quickly in succession.

He can see her thinking, her tired brain trying to make sure it has a suitable correct answer. He knows she wants to make this long torturous day end.

“It’s tight Sir, very tight..It’s a snug hole for Master to bury his cock in and feel good, while his slave screams.”

Her long full answers have him feeling proud that she is his. He takes a deep breath and then fires off a series of questions about the tools and implements he uses to restrain, punish, and pleasure her with.

Questions about gags, whips, and what type of cuffs should be used. Finally, he reaches question sixteen and asks, “Treated like a princess or degraded like a whore?”

She raises her chin and wants to say, treated like a princess, but then with a flash of brilliance in her eyes she answers, “Dressed like a princess, but then degraded like the filthy whore she really is.”

To this answer he almost jerks himself off into her hopeful looking face. His stroking of his long hard cock having quickened without his even knowing it. He slows his stroke and then bats her nipple bell with the whip tip.

“Fantastic fucking answer slave. You’re getting good at this game, well except for question twenty.”

He grins and then asks, “So question seventeen, if Master asks for a blowjob, what do you do?”

A small smile actually breaks out on her face as she says, “That’s a trick question Master. Sir never asks…He just does. You just take my mouth as you want..You own it after all.”

He chuckles and pats the top of her head with the whip shaft and then runs it around her glistening lips, pondering his next series of final questions. “And what is your favourite meal slave?”

“Why your cum, of course Sir.”

He nods in agreement and then utters, “ Second last question my pretty slave slut. Question nineteen. You like my cum because what kind of slave are you?”

She pulls on her suspended wrists at this point, an ache growing in her roped up legs and arms. She is growing deeply anxious and scared. She gulps and then answers, “I am a cock loving slave…A cock swallowing, cum loving slave slut for Master.”

Her correct answer has him standing. Whip swooshing thru the air as he steers his cock towards her puffy well used lips. Her tenth oral fucking of the afternoon about to possibly take place.

Her eyes go wide at the drips of cum already leaking from the tip of his engorged shaft. She is amazed that any semen is even left in his balls, the amount in her stomach must be unreal she ponders.

“So slave, final question…I thought of a number between 1 and 20 earlier…What is it?”

The question is silly, not even related to the others in the game. But he is her master, he sets the rules, and she can only play along and hope to god she gets lucky. Her eyes move up from his cock just inches from her lips and they glance up at his glowering ones.

She swallows, her lips quivering as she tires to remember what numbers she has already picked and said nine times earlier in the day. Her mind full of confusion and dread as he releases his grip on his shaft and grabs her hair. His firm grip readying her face so that once again, he can ram his cock into her blubbering pleading mouth.

“Thirteen.” She mumbles, terrified of what comes next. His hands will fist her hair as he assaults her mouth and makes her choke on his long cock and then its erupting cum. The whip, or heaven forbid the cane, cracking twenty more times across her still stinging back and ass.

But above her bound trembling body, he tries to hide the flash of disbelief on his face. The fact that she finally guessed right maddening him now that he is so horny again. Tears are leaking out of the corner of her glassy eyes as she waits for his response. Her entire captive body tense and waiting.

And then in a self indulgent, truly self-centered manner, he pushes his hips forward. Sinking his cock in past her trembling swollen lips. And with a sadistic smile on his face, he winks and lies, “Sorry my little slave whore…wrong answer.”

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So, should he have to told the truth?? That’s the question dear readers…