There are a lot of reasons why this is (and always will be) such a stimulating erotic fetish to me. It started at such an early age when I was just a little boy and has been with me ever since, and it's what led me to respect, appreciate, and cherish the firm forceful hand of female authority. There's no way to challenge maternal discipline... its strong, so manipulative, so firm and humiliating, yet at the same time so sweet and loving.
Because I've had this fetish for so long, I have some deep rooted specific details that mark the difference between turn-on and turn off. I'm not interested in being treated a baby all the time or most of the time, but I do like to be treated like a baby occasionally (forcefully, against my resistance) as a strict punishment for not acting like a grown up. We have all the diapers, clothes, and accessories at our disposal at home, so all we need is the appropriate time for this to form part of our play.....for example, having too much gas, having stains in my panties, or just acting immature might be good excuses for putting in diapers for the night. Once in diapers, I'm no position to avoid being sissified and humiliated as well....if she so wishes ;)
Exciting post... thanks for the background and exciting pics!! New fantasy! :) Z
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ReplyDeleteBeing a very masculine little boy, the worst thing was to be teased "you're acting like a little girl" or "you're acting like a baby." So I grew up to be a very (outwardly) macho male, but with a terrible and exciting secret....I'm really a little sissy baby who adores frilly panties and being teased and humiliated by girls. Please visit my blog?
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ReplyDeleteBeing kept in diapers and rubber pants as a young child I remember being helpless. I wore my sisters clothes (dresses, sissy socks shoes) and the rubber pants (mostly pink) popped as the passed over my boney knee caps. Once streched into place over my diaper, they couldn't be removed. I was sent outside to sit on the front steps and other kids came from blocks around to see the fairy. Changing time usually meant the entire family watched as my diaper was changed. When company stopped by, I was paraded in front of them. Called names, sissy, fag, queer, I was also brought to dentist dressed this way. The dentist admonished my mother for turning me into a fruitcake. She told him to mind his own business. Today, I still wear diapers and dresses. The wonderful woman who married me knows what makes me tick. I'm very lucky!
ReplyDeleteI am a girl,and when i was 15 i finially made my First Holy Communion with the 7 and 8 year olds in the class.My parents along with my gramma and aunt dressed me like the little girls in a poofy,short sleeve,top of the knees communion dress and veil with the lace socks and white mary jane shoes.Under my dress,they put cloth diapers and rubberpants on me with a tee shirt as my top so i would be like the little girls.After i was all dressed,they brought me out and showed me to my relatives and lifted up my communion dress and showed them the diapers and rubberpants! After my party,my crush came over and saw me and got very aroused!We went to his house as his parents and siblings were out and he got my communion dress off of me,pushed me to my knees and made me suck him off and swallow his full load!
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