The Need To Pet A Pretty Little Boy's Head And Coo About How Handsome And Cute He Is While He Turns Redder

"Wimpy sensitive nerdy weaklings 😭😭" I'm so curious, what is it you like about this? Love your posts!!!

I have thought about it a lot. Maybe it’s the subversion of expectations from a guy, maybe I expect that they’d be able to understand me better, maybe bc vulnerability is attractive. At the end of the day though it’s just what I like whether I understand it or not.

Thanks for asking!

Oh sweetpea, you're grinding so hard on Mummy's leg, are you excited about something?

Do you want to play grown-up humpies?

*Giggles*

What was that sweetie? I can't hear you...use your words...

You want to do it like you see them do in the films?!

Oh Pudding, both you and I know you're just a baby so you won't be able to manage it properly, but that's ok with Mummy...we can play...

Let me untape that big soggy nappy, it must be so heavy and BULKY inbetween your legs!

Oh my goodness! It's so warm — and FULL!

Has the big wet diapee got you all excited? Does it feel good rubbing against your little special bits???

So cute...who's Mummy's soggy botty boy??? Is it you?!

I think it might be....

Now, come closer to Mummy...

I want you between my thighs...

I need you to feel how wet you've made Mummy's pussy—

—not in a pissy way like your diapee...

That's it baby, just hold still.

There's no pressure, you'll probably get too overwhelmed...

Let Mummy's hips do all the rocking...

Keep still. Hold on tight to Mummy's hips...

All you have to do is lay there and look pretty while Mummy rubs against you...

Feels nice huh? — Mummy using you to get off like this...

...but don't forget- we are pretending to do grown up humpies- just playing...it can be our little secret...

Oral from someone absolutely completely utterly fully and wholly obsessed with you

we must romanticize negotiation the same way we have for aftercare. i’m losing it over here. please don’t have kinky sex without talking about your limits and desires with your partner

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

"It's time to check that diapee-butt sweetie, have you made a yummy warm squishies for Mummy???..."

I whisper into his ear as I stand behind him. He's been sat there for hours...

I turn his computer chair around and pull him towards me, taking his little hands in mine, he looks up at me with those big pretty eyes...

His cheeks flush with a rosy glow as he looks away and I enjoy watching him squirm.

"but Mummmmmmy..."

He protests.

"I'm busy working!....I am a big boy!!!"

He genstures towards his computer screen and whines under his breath. I notice his voice start to break. I giggle. I love him all whimpery.

"Now sweetie, I know you're playing grown-ups, but you need a check...You've been so engrossed in that screen, I bet you haven't even noticed you needed a pee pee..."

He visibly squirms and his bottom lip starts to show...

"But I AM a big boy!!"

He huffs- frustrated- he stamps his feet.

I can't help but giggle again, but try to hide it when I notice a little frown appear on his face. It melts me.

He's so cute when he resists...

"No sweetpea, you're not a big boy, you're a baby... And you're my baby and you're wearing a diapee..." I say softly.

"Big boys don't need diapees now do they? Big boys don't need diapees because they know how to use the big boy potty..."

I gently slide a finger into the waistband of his jeans, exposing the top of his cute diapee, the soft crinkles accompanied by his pathetic little moans are the most beautiful sound...

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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.

Not physically possible to get any closer but still desperately pressing my face into her cunt because it’s not enough.

Oh, sweetheart, come here. Let me hold you for a moment.

I can see that something’s weighing on your little heart, and that’s okay. You don’t have to be happy all the time. You don’t have to push your feelings away or pretend they’re not there. It’s okay to feel sad, or angry, or scared. Feelings can be big and heavy sometimes, but you don’t have to carry them all on your own.

I’m right here, love bug. No matter what you’re feeling, I will always be here. You don’t have to explain, you don’t have to fix anything—you can just be, exactly as you are. If you need to cry, I will hold you close. If you need to stomp your little feet, I will be right here to keep you safe. If you need quiet, I will sit beside you and hold your hand so you know you’re not alone.

You are so precious, just as you are, in every feeling, in every moment. Your emotions don’t make you too much, and they don’t make you bad. They just mean you are you, and that is the most wonderful thing in the whole world.

So take all the time you need, my angel. I will love you through every feeling, every storm, and every quiet moment in between. I will be here, always, with open arms and an open heart, ready to give you whatever you need.

You are never alone, little one. You are safe. You are cherished. And you are oh-so deeply loved.

Mommy's Home...

Mommy's home sweetie! That's right I'm back from my work trip. Did you have fun while I was gone? Did you miss me? Your sitter said you were 'mostly' well-behaved...

Oh, my goodness. Look at you so adorable! Aww yeah, I missed you too. That's it, crawl to me. Come say hi to Mommy and give her a big kiss!

What have you got there, baby boy? Oh my, did you find your keys? How exciting! However, your sitter said you threw a little tantrum. Something about wanting your own keys? Is that true baby, were you being naughty? Well, it looks like you got what you wanted. You are such a fussy little guy, sometimes I think you're a bit spoiled.

Of course, they're your keys baby. Oh, I see. Do you like the one on mommy's necklace? No, no, this is my special key. I'll always keep it safe and secure (just like you, baby).

Now, where's Mommy's kiss?

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