I'd Press You Against The Mirror, Hips Flush Against Your Ass, My Hand Tangled In Your Hair As I Make

Discovered your blog recently, you have some really nice posts, and it's all wonderful to read!

Definitely puts my mind in certain little spaces 🫠😇

Now a question: What's your writing process like? I tend to enjoy writing small things myself but sometimes kinda get mental blocks or not inspired for a long time

Thanks for reading, and have a good day 🙏

Thank you for your sweet words ♥️

Writing my little stories brings me joy—it’s a personal outlet that I cherish deeply. I write purely for myself and began on impulse one evening.

Many of my stories are inspired by real-life moments shared with a certain little cutie, so I don’t follow a set process, and they're usually shaped by my thoughts, feelings, and desires at the time.

I’ve always been creative, but storytelling is new for me—and I’m loving it.

Just write what you love. Creative blocks are a natural part of the process, so try not to be too hard on yourself when they come up. Be kind to your mind—those moments will pass, and your inspiration will find its way back to you.

“I kinda have to pee.”

She set her book down on the coffee table. “When you’re wearing diapers, you can just go. Actually, I want you to go as soon as you feel the urge. Number one and two. Okay, honey? You don’t need to tell me or ask me to go.”

“Okay.”

Over the next two weeks, she let him use his diapers for everything. He was waking up messy more and more often, unsure whether he’d even woken up to poop.

“Aw, messy morning again, sweetheart.” She was rubbing his behind under the covers.

“Mmm,” he sighed, letting her pull his head onto her chest. She stroked his hair.

“You know, I’m a little worried you’ll completely lose control if I keep letting you wear diapers all the time.”

He wasn’t really listening, distracted by the warm feeling between his legs as he re-wet his already soggy diaper.

“I think, actually, baby, that we should try easing back into underwear. Just for a little tolerance break, you know.”

“Mmm,” he sighed again, rubbing his legs together under the covers. It felt *so* good when she stroked his hair.

“So, I’m going to put you in a pull-up today, just to ease into it. Okay, honey? Are you listening?”

“Umm, yeah, a pull-up…wait, what?”

“It’ll be okay. We’ll do pull-ups for a couple days and then underwear for a couple more. Is that okay?”

“I…uh, I think so…”

“Okay, good. Let’s get up. You need a shower and a change. I’m not going to let you stink up the bed forever.”

Uh oh 😭

listening to him infodump but i need to pee really bad, but i want to keep listening so i hold it until i can find a gap in the conversation to run off, but he's just so passionate and i end up listening to him and forgetting how bad i need to go- until he stops talking abruptly, and looks down at my crotch as my bladder gives out and i pee myself, a dark wet mark spreading over my clothes

I want to have a 24/7 lifestyle so bad

I want a dedicated baby. I want to cuddle you and watch you have playtime inside the playpen. Co-sleep with mommy. Breastfeed you through the day. I want to change your diapers and clean your messes around. I want my baby to be healthy and happy. I want the mommy who is there for you to push you to be good to yourself. I want to be your safe space but be mine also. I want your coloring pages for my job and our fridge. I want you to be my everything but also make me yours. I want my baby pictures to fill my phone memory. I want to take care of your boo boos or when you are sickly.

Everyone wants a mommy until.…

Did you drink your water today?

Did you competed your chores little one?

No drinking! No smoking! No drugs! Babies do not do that! Mommy wants the best for you

Ask mommy permission

No, you cannot go or do that! Mommies have feelings too! We need affection, appreciation, love, and safety. Being a mommy is hard work. Especially, in a 24/7 dynamic. Trust us if you have a good dom. Rules are there for a reason. You wanted this so let go of the control and trust . It hurts when we try so hard and still choose to not listen because all the work is for nothing

Hi all.

Had some messages asking about me so I thought I'd pin an intro post.

I'm a woman in my late 30's.

She/her/they.

I impulsively decided to write some of the Adult themed (18+) daydreams I have involving consenting adults- for my enjoyment.

My posts contain kinky things I like, including, but not exclusively:

-MDlb/lg/lo

-Watersports

-Powerplay

-Petplay

-Little Space & Age Regression

-ABDL

-CFNM

-JOI

-Wetting/Omorashi

-Enforced rules and boundaries

-Sensory Deprivation

This is something I do for fun (for me), I have a full-time, demanding job so may not always have time to reply.

I will not tolerate rudeness or prejudice/discrimination/hate speech/abuse.

I make no apologies for how weird I can be.

Thanks for reading 💗

“So, what do you like to do in your free time?”

“Uhmmmm does diapering up high functioning adults and turning them into babies that heavily depend on their mama and ask for milkies count? No? Well god forbid a girl has hobbies”

Putty in My Hands

He used to fight it. He used to squirm, whine, and insist that diapers were "yucky"—that he wasn’t really a little boy. But now? Oh, now he’s nothing but soft, helpless putty in your hands.

The proof is right there, written all over his blushing face, in the way his body responds without him even meaning to. That thick, crinkly diaper that he once hated? Now it’s the only thing he wears, wrapped snug around his waist, and instead of pouting, he’s squirming for an entirely different reason.

You coo at him, trailing a finger along the waistband of his diaper, just enough to make him shiver. “Such a fussy little thing,” you tease, watching as he wriggles, his mittened hands balling into useless fists. “What’s the matter, baby? You used to hate your diapers, but now look at you…”

His cheeks are practically glowing pink, his lips wrapped around his paci as he sucks faster, like it’ll somehow distract from what’s happening. But it won’t. Nothing will. Not when his body gives him away so easily.

You press a gentle hand against the front of his diaper, just enough to make him whimper. “Ohhh… is that what I think it is?” you croon, grinning when he squeaks and tries to turn his head away. “Such a silly little boy… getting all excited in your thick, babyish diapers.”

He whines behind his paci, his hips shifting instinctively, but there’s nothing he can do. The bulky padding keeps him right where he belongs—helpless, needy, and completely at your mercy.

And then, just when he’s worked up, just when he’s practically trembling, waiting for whatever comes next… you pull away.

“Aww, poor baby,” you giggle, standing up and ruffling his hair. “But Mommy has things to do. Be good while I’m gone, okay?”

His eyes go wide, his little muffled protest coming out as nothing more than a whimper. He squirms, his diaper crinkling, but there’s no escape. No relief. Just frustration.

You lean down, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead before whispering, “Maybe if you’re really good, I’ll take care of my squirmy baby later.”

And with that, you’re gone, leaving him blushing, crinkling, and absolutely desperate.

Putty in your hands.

Rules For Littles In Diapers Or Pull-Ups

You are in diapers or pull-ups for a reason, but they are not interchangeable!  What are the expectations for littles?

Use your diapers (very) often, that’s what it’s they’re for and that’s why you’re in them!

Using your diaper (often) is totally okay, and is 100% expected that you do (you are not expected to ask if you need to use it, just use it).

It’s never an “accident” to use your diaper, but it’s an accident if your diaper leaks (your caregiver can decide if the accident is your fault and what (if any) corrective actions need to be taken).

If you hold it and then go all at once, you greatly increase chances for an accident, and having it be your fault.

You should be doing little tinkles in your diaper about every few minutes or so (you need to keep that bladder empty, and also make sure you hydrate).

If you have a caregiver, it is typical that you won’t even be allowed to touch, or change your diapers, or even ask for a diaper change (hopefully your caregiver is attentive and will be taking care of your diapers (and other needs) for you).

If you have a caregiver, you should cooperate fully with having your diaper checked, and having your diaper changed (if you don’t and your diaper leaks (which it will eventually), then it’s your fault and you will be in trouble).

If you’re in pull-ups, the rules are very different than when you’re in diapers, and you’ll need to be more disciplined or face discipline!

Your pull-up is like protective underwear (trainers) and is there “just in case”.

You are expected to try to keep your pull-ups clean and dry, unless you ask your caregiver and they say its okay for you to use it (like if you’re stuck in traffic, or at a concert or movie, or having tummy troubles and can’t make it to a potty in time)

Unlike diapers, going potty in your pull-ups is an accident and might get you in trouble (like getting spanked and put back in diapers until further notice).

You won’t be allowed to take your pull-up off, unless your caregiver says its okay, but you will probably be allowed to pull them down to go potty in the toilet and pull them back up when you’re done.

Pull-ups are way more likely to leak than diapers.  Having an accident in your pull-up and having it leak could mean double-trouble for you (and your rear-end).

Having to change your used pull-up will not be popular with your caregiver because some of your clothes might need to be taken off completely before you can be cleaned up and and get put into a fresh pull-up.  Keep in mind, that it might be easier for the caregiver to rip the pull-up off, give you a (deserved) spanking, then tape you into a fresh diaper, then to take your clothes off.

If the additional expectations are causing stress, it might be a really good idea to very sweetly ask your caregiver to put you back in diapers instead of using your pull-ups and getting in trouble. Long car rides, air travel, movies, concerts, vacations (Disney!), afternoon naps, sleeping, sicknesses (tummy troubles!), and getting over stressful times, are some very common (and good) reasons for being put back in diapers.

I expect better behavior now that it’s clear what the rules are!

He climbs into my lap.

“Oof,” I say. “Somebody smells like pee-pee.” He squirms a little. “Who do you think it is? Can you guess?”

No answer.

“I’ll make it real easy for you, okay? Two options. Who do you think smells like they wet themselves? Me? Or you?”

I wrap my arms around him, his back on my chest, and feel him breathing in and out.

“Come on, honey, use your words.”

“Probably me,” he murmurs.

“Uh-huh,” I say, bouncing him a little on my legs. “Because who has a diaper on?”

“Just me,” he says.

I pull back the elastic of his pajama pants and he reacts involuntarily, hands reaching down to stop me from checking his diaper.

“How come you don’t want me to pull your pants down, baby?” I whisper in his ear.

“I—uh—I don’t know,” he says. He isn’t looking at me but I can feel heat coming off his neck and ears. I lean my head on his shoulder and glance at his expression. He looks ready to die of embarrassment.

“It’s just me here, honey. Nobody is going to hear you. Nobody else is going to see your diaper. And have I ever judged anything you’ve done?”

He shakes his head.

“No, that’s right, I haven’t. Put your hands on mine, okay? Like this.” I place his left hand on the back of my left hand and he takes initiative and places his right hand over my right hand. And then we both ease down the elastic waistband of his pajama pants, enough to see a very, very wet diaper peek out.

“Would it feel good if I touched it, honey?” I ask. His left hand slips up to his mouth and he bites his finger. He nods.

“Where? Show me where.” He pulls my right hand down into his pants and I start to rub his diaper, squeezing it. “That’s really heavy, I say. You had to go a lot, huh? Should we change you?”

He shakes his head.

“No change? Why not, baby? Ohh, do you want me to keep petting you?”

“Don’t stop,” he says. Now both of his hands are up by his face. “D-don’t stop.” His breath is getting shaky. He shifts his hips, diaper crinkling. I start to rub him faster and he’s grinding against my hand, and getting it’s damp from his pee soaking through the material. He’s so cute like this, whining and blushing, and I can’t resist kissing his neck over and over. “Mama, I’m going to—“ He arches his back, squirming like crazy on my lap.

“Aww, did you have another accident in your diaper?” I ask him, pushing him gently down onto the couch and climbing on top of him, one elbow on either side of his body. He nods shakily. I settle on the couch behind him and wrap my arms around him again, pulling him very close to me. “Handsome, smelly baby. Do you want a change now?”

He shakes his head. “Uh-uh. Can I just have five more minutes like this?”

“What, do you like wearing a smelly, sticky, used diaper? Huh, baby?”

“Mmmmm…maybe…”

“And you like me holding you?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Okay, we can stay like this for five minutes. And then you’re getting a change.”