GOING PLACES
Mommy says to you that she’s taking you to a really nice place. You have to wait for a few minutes because she has to pack a few things. She is wearing that short black dress you like, so short you can almost see the stocking tops and garters.
While driving, she hands you a bottle of warm milk. You drink it, and after you doze off for a while. You wake up and see a large mansion in the front of the car. You’re still a bit sleepy, so mummy guides to inside.
She leads you in a beautiful room with big overstuffed couches. It’s like the couches are diapered, you think. You sit down and drift off again.
After what seems like maybe an hour, somebody wakes you up. Roughly.
Something has changed. You have been changed. Into something. You can’t see, but you feel the hood, that prevents you from seeing. You feel the string of the bonnet under your chin. The reins of the pacifier in your mouth, which you cannot spit out. The silky dress feels ultra short, leaves your shoulders bare. Stockings, garterbelt. And a stingy chastity device on your clitty. Steel. No erections in this one.
Your hands are useless. Heavy mittens with bells on make you helpless. OMG, what is happening?! Where is mommy?
That satin dress is making your nipples hard.
You’re confused. You hear all kinds of noises, clicking of heels. Swishing of dresses. Whispers, giggles.
You wanna cry for mommy, but the cries are muffled. Soft hands stroke you, comfort you, touch you ever so sweet.
Two pairs of hands, three, four? Your lead to what feels like one of those couches. You lay down, a voice you think is mommy’s says it’s all gonna be just ok.
You’re being diapered. That little metal cage stings a little but the soft padding makes you calm down.
Another diaper. And then plastic panties.
‘Stand up’ another voice says. You smell different, heavy perfumes. It intoxicates you.
Hands, fingers all over your body.
Checking things, pushing, pulling.
Somebody pushes you down, you’re on your knees, big diapered butt on the floor. Now you notice how wet you are.
Squishy.
You sense people standing around you. You’re arms touch nylon. You hear whispering, giggles, laughter. Click, one, two. Then something soft touches your shoulders. Another smell, something you can’t make out. Musky
Your pacifier is pulled from your mouth. You take a deep breath.
‘Stick out your tongue!’ Was that mommy who said that ?
Something is out over your head. Then that smell is real strong . You’re nose is touching something wet. ‘Lick’, a voice says.
Laughter. Clicking of phone cameras.
Oh, the humiliation
Tears fill your eyes.
You sob and lick. Comforting hands are stroking you. Feeling your nipples, pushing between your legs. What’s happening to you?! So confusing. You feel sad and horny.
More hands over your body.
Suddenly someone yanks your arm and you’re standing up. ‘Why don’t you lick it? You think it’s dirty?’ You recognize that voice, that stem voice. Is it....the neighbour’s wife, the redhead with the G-cup breasts?
A swishing noise. Then a stinging pain on your thighs!
‘There! That’s for not licking my panties! Lick it, you perverted baby!’
More swishes, more pain. Then a buzzing noise, you recognize that sound. Tears streaming down your face, when you feel pressure on the front of your diapers.
Firm hands keep you from bucking your knees. Pain and pleasure, a voice whispers. And another voice too. You’re intoxicated again by all the smells. The pressure goes up. Oooh, it’s the magic wand. You’re nipples are squeezed. The thigs sting. Your clitty strains against the cage. It’s so painful. It’s so wonderful.
You pant; ‘Mommy! Mommy!‘
‘Mommy’s here darling’, she says in front of you. ‘Make spurties for us.’
‘You can do it.’
‘Baby mine. Sweet baby of mine. Sweet helpless, powerless, totally dependent baby.’
Ooh how your clitty strains. You’re furiously licking the panty.
Someone opens your plastic panties and diapers, and you feel a warm liquid is slowly poured into your diapers.
Oooh how humiliating.
But the buzzing gets louder, the pressure builds.
‘Come, my baby’, mommy says. And you come. It oozes down the chastity device, into the soiled diaper.
You slide down. The super wet nappy feels like a sponge.
You hear voices, clicking of heels. More voices. How many people are in this room?!
Mommy speaks. ‘Just leave her for a few minutes. Then change his diaper and put her in the crib upstairs. Don’t take off the hood. And put back the pacifier ! No fooling around now’.
‘Yes. The crib next to the king sized bed. We’ll be there too. Bring the toys.’
‘Let’s move upstairs, ladies. This was just the appetizer. More to come’, Mommy laughed.
While driving, she hands you a bottle of warm milk. You drink it, and after you doze off for a while. You wake up and see a large mansion in the front of the car. You’re still a bit sleepy, so mummy guides to inside.
She leads you in a beautiful room with big overstuffed couches. It’s like the couches are diapered, you think. You sit down and drift off again.
After what seems like maybe an hour, somebody wakes you up. Roughly.
Something has changed. You have been changed. Into something. You can’t see, but you feel the hood, that prevents you from seeing. You feel the string of the bonnet under your chin. The reins of the pacifier in your mouth, which you cannot spit out. The silky dress feels ultra short, leaves your shoulders bare. Stockings, garterbelt. And a stingy chastity device on your clitty. Steel. No erections in this one.
Your hands are useless. Heavy mittens with bells on make you helpless. OMG, what is happening?! Where is mommy?
That satin dress is making your nipples hard.
You’re confused. You hear all kinds of noises, clicking of heels. Swishing of dresses. Whispers, giggles.
You wanna cry for mommy, but the cries are muffled. Soft hands stroke you, comfort you, touch you ever so sweet.
Two pairs of hands, three, four? Your lead to what feels like one of those couches. You lay down, a voice you think is mommy’s says it’s all gonna be just ok.
You’re being diapered. That little metal cage stings a little but the soft padding makes you calm down.
Another diaper. And then plastic panties.
‘Stand up’ another voice says. You smell different, heavy perfumes. It intoxicates you.
Hands, fingers all over your body.
Checking things, pushing, pulling.
Somebody pushes you down, you’re on your knees, big diapered butt on the floor. Now you notice how wet you are.
Squishy.
You sense people standing around you. You’re arms touch nylon. You hear whispering, giggles, laughter. Click, one, two. Then something soft touches your shoulders. Another smell, something you can’t make out. Musky
Your pacifier is pulled from your mouth. You take a deep breath.
‘Stick out your tongue!’ Was that mommy who said that ?
Something is out over your head. Then that smell is real strong . You’re nose is touching something wet. ‘Lick’, a voice says.
Laughter. Clicking of phone cameras.
Oh, the humiliation
Tears fill your eyes.
You sob and lick. Comforting hands are stroking you. Feeling your nipples, pushing between your legs. What’s happening to you?! So confusing. You feel sad and horny.
More hands over your body.
Suddenly someone yanks your arm and you’re standing up. ‘Why don’t you lick it? You think it’s dirty?’ You recognize that voice, that stem voice. Is it....the neighbour’s wife, the redhead with the G-cup breasts?
A swishing noise. Then a stinging pain on your thighs!
‘There! That’s for not licking my panties! Lick it, you perverted baby!’
More swishes, more pain. Then a buzzing noise, you recognize that sound. Tears streaming down your face, when you feel pressure on the front of your diapers.
Firm hands keep you from bucking your knees. Pain and pleasure, a voice whispers. And another voice too. You’re intoxicated again by all the smells. The pressure goes up. Oooh, it’s the magic wand. You’re nipples are squeezed. The thigs sting. Your clitty strains against the cage. It’s so painful. It’s so wonderful.
You pant; ‘Mommy! Mommy!‘
‘Mommy’s here darling’, she says in front of you. ‘Make spurties for us.’
‘You can do it.’
‘Baby mine. Sweet baby of mine. Sweet helpless, powerless, totally dependent baby.’
Ooh how your clitty strains. You’re furiously licking the panty.
Someone opens your plastic panties and diapers, and you feel a warm liquid is slowly poured into your diapers.
Oooh how humiliating.
But the buzzing gets louder, the pressure builds.
‘Come, my baby’, mommy says. And you come. It oozes down the chastity device, into the soiled diaper.
You slide down. The super wet nappy feels like a sponge.
You hear voices, clicking of heels. More voices. How many people are in this room?!
Mommy speaks. ‘Just leave her for a few minutes. Then change his diaper and put her in the crib upstairs. Don’t take off the hood. And put back the pacifier ! No fooling around now’.
‘Yes. The crib next to the king sized bed. We’ll be there too. Bring the toys.’
‘Let’s move upstairs, ladies. This was just the appetizer. More to come’, Mommy laughed.
3 years ago