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Nanny’s Notes: 7 Ways to Punish a Dirty Diaper Ma*sturbator (Part 9 — Conclusion)
🕑 Added 2022-02-23 02:00:01 +0000 UTC
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A Final Note: The Truth About Dirty Diaper Masturbators
To conclude this guide on 7 Ways to Punish a Dirty Diaper Masturbator, I wish to leave you with a final note.
My real thoughts on punishing a little one for masturbating in their diapers…
Ultimately, I believe it is a choice. A domination style. A decision you make with your diapered adult baby submissive.
Because truthfully, a policy of punishment and restriction toward your little one’s diapered sexuality is still but one of many possible roads that lead to Rome—your Rome being a fulfilling, meaningful, long-lasting caregiver / little one relationship.
After all, we Nannies are hardly actually surprised or disgusted when our newly adopted adult little ones perform the act of secretly making cummies in their diapers. In fact, we downright expect our little ones will privately indulge in such diapered sexual desires sooner rather than later.
Firstly because our little ones come to us primarily as diaper fetishists of one type or another, whether they choose to admit that or not.
We know they have a deep down, psycho-sexual need to give up their control to us. To experience regression back to a time of dependence on soft, crinkly diapers for their peepee and poopies. To once again have the opportunity of experiencing the infantile innocence of baby-toys, nurseries, and Mommy’s 24/7 nurturing presence… without ever having the pressure to or even the choice to ‘grow back up’.
Secondly, even for genuinely non-fetishists, those that come under our care through other means—be it gentle coercion or gradual dependence-driven submission—we know that they’re still most likely going to have the same adult sexual urges that they had before we reduced them to drooling, diaper-pooping babies under our control.
Even while they’re wearing their thick, humiliating, infantilizing, crinkly, disposable diapers—a garment that would normally likely drive the adult desire for sex completely from their mind—the sexual needs of their post-puberty existence will still find ways to express themselves.
In fact, I’ve found that even many of those without any sexual interest or desire in diapers at all will still ultimately slowly develop such interests anyway while under my care, merely out of subconscious necessity, involuntarily eroticizing their fear and humiliation about diapers as a counter-intuitive shield from the inescapable shame they feel about being forced to rely on diapers again as an adult.
But to better explain the real purpose of this guide, the why behind the incredible effectiveness of the myriad of punishment techniques and methods described above—all premised on diapered sexual restriction and denial—I wish to further reveal the underpinning psycho-sexual mechanisms behind their collective dominating power.
At its most basic, the reason we adopt a perspective of restriction, shame, and punishment toward an adult little one’s relatively ‘natural’ sexual urges… is for the same reason we force them to wear diapers in the first place, despite their ‘natural’ ability to just go potty on the toilet.
It’s a means of asserting control over their most intimate anatomical functions via regression and infantilization, thus instilling a long-lasting sense of psycho-sexual submission to our authority as their caregiver.
Further, when you increase the level of infantilizing restriction from just denying them a potty and forcing them to use their diapers, to denying them the ability to experience any sexual pleasure or express their sexuality at all…
They are not only forced to suffer the infantilizing humiliation of losing their bladder and bowel autonomy, but they are stripped of their very identity as a sexual being altogether.
To explain further:
By forbidding a submissive from pleasuring themselves in their diaper, we assert physiological control through the punishments we implement in response to their actions—spankings, corner-time, bondage, etc—as well as the initial mechanism of first-line restriction itself—the tightly taped, humiliating, puffy, crinkly disposable diaper that we’ve taped them in.
Then, we assert psychological control by connecting those genuinely painful punishments to the submissive’s most intimate subconscious psycho-sexual needs, their libido, as well as forcing them to only indulge their irrepressible desires in a state that would otherwise invoke in them a psychological reaction of disgust—urine-soaked, soggy padding pressed against their groin, a warm poopy mess on their diapered backside, etc.
By forcing them to satisfy their inescapable subconscious sexual needs in a state of otherwise conscious fear, aversion, revulsion and disgust, we successfully induce in them an inescapable cycle of diapered shame, humiliation, and inadequacy.
The result is that they develop a sense of inferiority in our presence. It fosters a process of regression from a state of independence as adults to an infantile dependence upon us as their caregiver. And it creates an ever-deepening state of psychological and behavioral submission to our domination and control.
All the while, while they suffer the self-loathing of failing again and again in the eyes of their caregiver… they have no idea they’re actually giving us exactly what we want: The leverage to punish and regress them even further for behavior we know they can’t actually help.
To put it in a way even a diapered adult baby could understand:
We shame them for peeing their pants, even when we secretly know they can’t control it, because we love to see them squirm and blush in humiliation.
We scold them for having poopy accidents, even when we were the ones who secretly slipped the laxatives in their breakfast, because we love to watch them burn red at their own helplessness in their stinky, babyish state.
And we punish them for giving into their most primal urges and touching themselves—even though we know those sexual urges are truly irrepressible—because we want them to feel the absolute most shame and humiliation about their naughty, stinky, drooling, diapered, babyish state as possible.
And we do all this because we love our little ones from the bottom of our hearts—and we want them to experience the same sincere, bottomless adoration and dependence on us that only their complete and utter domination and regression to diapered babyhood can provide.
* * *
To return to the central topic of this guide, my goal in immersing you in the perspective of sexual restriction and punishment toward your diapered little one was to give you the full picture of the tremendous doors opened to you as a result of adopting such a caregiving policy—allowing you to make use of the tremendous amount of punishment, humiliation and regression techniques all extensively outlined in the previous chapters.
And yet, before concluding this guide…
I wish to momentarily entertain the alternative. To grant you a glimpse into a different perspective on this aspect of diaper domination altogether.
Not because I believe it’s preferable to the methods of sexual restriction and masturbation punishment that this guide has been so thoroughly devoted to thus far.
Far from it.
I merely wish to leave you with an impression of the incredible range of choices available to you as a diaper dominating caregiver. A small inspiration of the endless amount of ways you can fulfill your deepest dreams and greatest desires as a Mommy, Daddy, Nanny, or caregiver of any type.
And perhaps ultimately, the real reason I wish to end on this note, is that I merely wish to remind us all, that even when it comes to the act of diaper domination…
The sweet can be just as important as the salty.
An Alternate Perspective: The Story of Little Jakey and His Mommy
Miss Janet—affectionally referred to as ‘Mommy’ by her adult little boy—felt a sudden wetness on her shirt as she was putting away the dishes after dinner.
She looked down at the sudden two dark circles forming on her shirt and smiled. She knew it was time.
“Mommy!” Her little one, Jakey, squealed in excitement as she walked into the living room.
“Ready for dessert, baby boy?” Janet asked as she took a seat on the couch.
“Yeah!” Jakey squealed.
“Alright, sweetie, come climb up next to Mommy,” Janet said, patting the seat next to her.
Jakey enthusiastically climbed up on the couch and cuddled up to his Mommy, while she laid him down and guided his head to a position they both loved so very much.
Janet rolled her head back and stifled her moans of relief and pleasure as her adult baby boy sucked and drank down what felt like gallons of milk from her tits.
She knew they both loved breastfeeding just as much as the other. And it was always easy for her to see the evidence of that for herself.
As her little boy tenderly sucked and drank on her tits, she gently placed her hand on his thickly diapered crotch. Before long, she felt the sensation that immediately caused her to feel butterflies of sheer joy in her tummy…
His diaper was slowly growing warmer, thicker, and wetter beneath the palm of her hand. He was peeing himself while he drank her milk. And he was peeing a lot. This was one of her most favorite things to experience with her diapered little boy.
Then, she saw the aforementioned ‘evidence’ of his enjoyment, and it made her feel wonderful little butterflies in her tummy once again.
She felt her little boy’s weewee getting rock hard in his freshly soggy padding.
* * *
“Alright, hon, time to get ready for bed,” Janet said to Jakey a short time later as she brought him back to his nursery for the night.
“Okay, Mommy!” Jakey said, fondling the crotch of his wet-diaper, seemingly without thinking, as he followed her into his room.
Janet paused to take in the sight of her little boy’s soggy yellow padding. She then looked up at the special sparkle he was getting in his eye. And the way he seemed to be fondling the crotch of his soggy diaper with more attention and ferocity by the second.
As she walked him toward his bed, she could feel the question on his lips. So much so, it was starting to drive her crazy. Finally, she decided to be the one to break the tension.
“Hey, Jakey, you seem a little squirmy. Is there anything you’d like to ask from Mommy before she tucks you into bed?” Janet asked.
Jakey turned away for a second, blushing hotly. Then, finally, he worked up the courage to peep… “Umm, Mommy? Can I please play with my peepee in bed and make squirties before going to sleep?”
Janet paused. The truth was, in general, she was incredibly generous about letting little Jakey play with himself in his diaper. She just had two rules:
The first rule was that Jakey always had to ask permission, first. The second rule was that his Mommy had to supervise him while he did it. That way she could properly untape his diaper for him, provide him baby lotion so he didn’t chafe his sensitive peepee, and help clean him up and tape him tightly back into his diaper when he was done making squirties. Jakey knew both rules well, and followed them with total obedience.
And at this point, it was clear that his small shaft was now furiously poking into the front of his warm, soggy padding, likely growing even harder from the stimulation at every step. No wonder he was so eager.
Finally, Janet grinned and answered, “Of course you can, sweetie!”
Jakey squealed with excitement and turned to run toward his bed.
“But wait!” Janet said, stopping him. “Come here, bud. I need to check your diaper, first.”
Jakey nodded and obediently shuffled over to his Mommy.
Janet squatted down and began poking and prodding his warm, soggy padding. She knew she had an obligation to check his diaper and ask him what she was about to ask him. But deep down, she also didn’t want to, for reasons she felt too guilty to admit, even to herself.
“Alright, hon, your diaper’s a little soggy with peepee. But I also think it’ll probably be fine holding through the night. Do you want me to change your diaper before you go to bed? Or would you rather just stay in the one you’re wearing now?”
Jakey blushed, then answered, “I’m fine, Mommy, I’ll just stay in this one.”
“Are you sure, hon? Once you’re in bed, I’m not going to change you before morning,” she replied.
“Yes, I’m sure!” Jakey pleaded.
“Alright, you got it,” Janet said. “Now, let’s take care of those cummies, huh?”
Jakey squealed in excitement and ran toward his bed.
Janet smiled with naughty satisfaction at his answer. She knew he declined a change for the same reason she secretly also wanted him to decline a change.
Jakey wanted to ‘make cummies’ in a diaper that was warm and soggy with his pee, and she wanted that, too. They both wanted it for the same exact secret, perverse, horny thrill they got from squishy, pee-soaked diapers. But she at least felt an obligation to give him the chance to choose a dry diaper, instead. Which is why she was secretly so happy when he declined her offer.
Jakey ecstatically jumped into his race car themed bed, pulled his paw patrol themed blanket aside, and laid back with his hands behind his head, eagerly waiting for his Mommy to join him.
His Mommy grabbed a bottle of baby lotion and baby wipes from Jakey’s changing table, pulled up a chair next to his bed, and smiled warmly as she untaped the two diaper tapes on one side of his diaper.
“Hand please,” Jakey’s Mommy said.
Jakey obediently presented his open palm, which his Mommy then squirted a generous gob of lotion into.
“Can I… can I start?” Jakey squeaked, his heart racing, his lungs practically already out of breath with anticipation.
“Go ahead, sweetie. Mommy’s ready,” his Mommy said, sitting back in her chair and intently watching her little boy.
Jakey took off like a race car at the sound of go, throwing his lotioned hand into the crotch of his soggy padding and immediately beginning to pump his rock hard weewee.
While he squeezed and pumped his little wiener, he held the open side of his diaper up and over his hand, pulling the warm, soggy padding of his diaper against his balls and shaft.
He threw his head back on his pillow and squeezed his eyes shut, utterly enraptured by the physical sensations from his groin.
He just loved the warm mushiness of his pee soaked diaper, the crinkly padding surrounding his whole pelvis, even the familiar, acrid smell of his fresh urine wafting up to his nose, filling him with the most intense feelings of naughtiness and unbearable horniness.
And for his Mommy’s part, she watched her little boy stroke himself with a twinkle of wonder in her eyes.
She loved the way he furiously and shamelessly stroked himself and writhed in pleasure before her eyes, not a drop of self-consciousness in him about his Mommy so closely watching him perform such a vulnerable act.
She loved the way he seemed to be addicted to the diapers she put him in. Even more so when they were wet, even messy. She loved how little, babyish, vulnerable and just so utterly adorable he was for her every moment of the day, ever since she put him back in diapers 24/7.
And most of all, she just loved knowing that only she had the power to grant him this pleasure. And just like a diaper change, he was completely and utterly dependent on her as his Mommy for his most vulnerable, embarrassing, naughty little boy needs.
As Jakey started pounding his little meat even harder, softly squealing and throwing his free hand down to the bottom of his diaper to mush the soggy padding up against his balls and bottom, his Mommy began to do what she always did while watching her little boy pleasure himself before her.
She furtively reached her hand under her dress, into her panties, and began to rhythmically rub her clit.
Nothing turned her on more than watching her little boy furiously stroke himself with addicted pleasure from his warm, soggy diapers.
Every part of the whole ritual—from him obediently waiting for her to untape him, to her squirting the baby lotion in his hand, to the smell of his wet diaper as he opened it and squished it around—all of it turned her on like crazy, making her pussy gush with unbearable horniness.
But she was dead careful not to ever let her little boy know this about her.
She was impressively subtle about how she secretly tickled her clit while sitting right next to him as he masturbated, only doing it when his eyes were closed with squealing pleasure.
She never once even mentioned the concept of her own sexuality or desires to her little one. And if he ever asked her directly about them, she would warn him the first time about how that’s a very naughty thing for a baby to ask a Mommy about. And she would be unafraid to put him over her knee for a spanking if he ever dared to ask again.
Finally, the biggest aspect of this secret of hers, was that after she watched her little boy frantically squish his diaper and make his squirties in front of her, she would always go back down the hall to her room, lock her door, grab her vibrator, and proceed to bring herself to her own climaxes again and again for hours on end.
And the whole time, she would be furiously getting off with just as much passion and lust as her little one, picturing the sight of him pleasuring himself in his soggy crinkly diaper right in front of her, her own unbearable lust about putting him back in diapers and making him use them secretly just as intense as his own.
But despite the intensity of all of her similar diaper-driven horniness, she was still dead-set in her decision to never let her little boy know she had any of these sexual feelings about him, let alone that she furiously fingered herself for hours, night after night, at just the mental image she had of changing his diapers throughout that day.
The reason was because she loved that power over him. She wanted him to see her as his Mommy. The one who made decisions about his most intimate needs—like changing his poopy diapers, or letting him make stickies—not the other way around.
She loved hoarding the power she had over him of making him feel like his furious sexual relationship to his diapers was one she indulged for his sexual benefit alone.
She didn’t want to give him any sense that it was a sexual need for her, too. She wanted him to perceive it as a one way street. That she was only there to supervise him for his safety, like you would for a toddler on a swing set.
His need to make cummies was like his need to wear diapers—both of them things his Mommy didn’t need, of course, because she wasn’t a silly baby like him—but she gave them to him out of the sheer maternal goodness of her heart.
Janet’s attention returned to Jakey.
She knew he was getting close, babyish drool pouring out of his gasping mouth, his squeals growing louder and louder, his whole body spasming in its special sort of way that told her he was just on the verge.
With one last squeal, Jakey blasted a massive sticky load of cummies from beneath his diaper and up onto his tummy, his whole body writhing as he pumped more and more out, grasping at his soggy diaper in ecstasy.
Jakey’s Mommy bit her lip as she watched, closing her own eyes in secret climactic pleasure, cherishing every moment of her little boy’s diapered ejaculation.
Jakey finally collapsed back on his bed in a heap, heaving for breath, while his Mommy took a quiet moment to secretly catch her own breath as well.
* * *
“Wow, good boy, Jakey! That’s a big sticky load of cummies you just made in your diapees, isn’t it?” His Mommy cooed, giving him a tender kiss on his forehead. “Here, let Mommy clean you up.”
Jakey laid back in a sort of passive, babyish submission, the same way he did for a diaper change, as his Mommy used wet wipes to clean up his tummy and his hands.
Then she lifted his diaper up to add a little more baby powder to his crotch, before tightly taping his diaper closed again for the night.
“There, there, all ready for bed time. I hope you enjoyed that, little guy. You know not every Mommy lets their little one make stickies in their diapees,” Jakey’s Mommy said.
“‘Fank you, Mommy,” Jakey said as his Mommy slipped his nighty-night pacifier in his mouth.
As Jakey rolled over in his bed, he felt a strange, yet familiar feeling of… glumness.
Suddenly, despite feeling downright euphoric about his wet diaper when he first jumped into bed about fifteen minutes ago… he now felt anything but.
Now that he was done masturbating, his soggy diaper now just felt cold and wet and lumpy and uncomfortable. He no longer wanted to be wearing it at all, let alone trying to go to sleep in it, the cold soggy padding squishing between his legs and under his bottom all night.
“Ummm, Mommy?” Jakey peeped as his Mommy started to get up.
“What is it, sweetie?” she replied.
“Can I uh… can I have a diaper change before bed now, after all?” He asked.
His Mommy paused, looked down at him, and gave a sympathetic shake of her head.
“Aw, sorry hon, but you know the rules. I already asked you if you wanted a diaper change before bed, and you said no. Now it’s past your bedtime so you need to go to sleep. But here, just in case you’re worried about leaking…”
Jakey’s Mommy grabbed some nursery-printed plastic pants and helped slide them up Jakey’s legs, over his diaper. “There you go, sweetie, that should help.”
Jakey looked down at the plastic pants and sighed, the plastic pants obviously doing little in the way of making his diaper feel less uncomfortable, soggy and gross.
Suddenly, he felt a surge of sadness. He didn’t want to wear diapers anymore. He didn’t want to sleep in a toddler’s race car bed. He didn’t want to be fed baby-food or dress in shortalls or be pushed in a stroller or do any of the infantile things that defined his life now that he lived with his new Mommy.
And most of all, he felt deeply embarrassed and ashamed that he did want to do all those things so badly before, even up to just moments ago.
Despite his babyish existence, Jakey still had enough of an adult-brain to know what the cause of this revelation was.
It was because he had masturbated. It was because he had orgasmed in a state of orgiastic, babyish filth. It was because he had given into his filthy sexual desires, instead of knowing better, based on how he always felt afterward…
“Mommy?” Jakey piped up again.
“What is it, honey?” His Mommy said as she finished returning his baby wipes and lotion to his changing table.
“Sometimes… sometimes I wish you wouldn’t let me play with myself and make cummies,” he said in a quiet voice.
His Mommy looked down at him, than quietly sat on his bed next to him, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “Aww, sweetie, what’s wrong? Why is that?”
“Well… I always feel so embarrassed and ashamed afterward,” Jakey said.
“About making cummies in front of Mommy?” She asked.
“Well… that, I guess… but more about my diapers in general. I don’t think I want to wear diapers anymore, Mommy. I think I just want to use the potty like a big kid again. And wear normal big boy clothes again. And go to normal big kid school, and have normal big kid friends, and just… just… you know, be a big kid again!”
At that, Jakey broke down into quiet tears.
“Oh, hush, hush, little darling,” his Mommy said, hugging him close and comforting him. “Everything’s going to be okay. I promise.”
“But… are you still going to treat me like a baby though?” Jakey sniffled.
“Oh, honey,” his Mommy said in a sympathetic tone. “I have to. I have to treat you like a baby because you are a baby, remember?”
“But… but… but…” Jakey stammered, feeling helpless to respond.
The truth was, the accidents, the confessions, the moving in, the paperwork, the agreements, the clothes, the nursery… the diapers. All of it had been a slow, winding road with his Mommy. One that was half-driven by his own secret desire to purposefully give up control and let her become his new Mommy, half-driven by his genuine growing need for babyish things like diapers, ever since his urge incontinence began slowly getting worse after they first met.
But now, in moments like these, he regretted all of it.
“Please, Mommy, I don’t want to be treated like a baby anymore! I’m not a baby!” he cried out again.
His Mommy grabbed his favorite stuffie and gently tucked it into his arms.
“It’s okay, hon, it’s okay,” his Mommy just kept saying, holding him close and comforting him despite his tears. “Mommy’s still going to take care of you, no matter what. Everything’s going to be okay.”
Jakey cried harder for a few minutes… but then finally began to calm down. His Mommy tenderly holding him did comfort him. And soon, he felt his wave of intense sadness starting to ease.
“Mommy… I really don’t think I want to be a baby anymore,” he said again, quietly.
Finally, his Mommy responded. “I know, sweetie, I know. And that’s perfectly okay. It’s normal, in fact. There’s a lot of aspects of baby life that sometimes babies don’t enjoy.
“Sometimes they feel a bit embarrassed about how babyish they still are compared to everyone around them. Sometimes they don’t like the clothes their Mommy picks out for them, or the mashed peas they get for dinner, or the fact that they have to go to bed so early compared to everyone else.
“And sometimes… they even have to sit in a cold, uncomfortable, soggy diaper for a while, until their Mommy decides to change them in the morning. Because that’s just part of what it means to be a baby.”
Jakey listened closely, not sure where his Mommy was going. It felt like she was suddenly trying to make him feel even worse…
“But guess what, sweetie? There’s also so many wonderful things about being a baby, isn’t there?” His Mommy offered, making Jakey perk up.
“For example, there’s all the adorable stuffies you get to cuddle with at night. There’s the fun you get to have watching cartoons all Saturday morning, with no responsibilities or cares in the world.
“There’s the tickle-fights, and late-night cuddles, and hand-holding, and nursery rhymes and story-time and all the incredibly snuggly and fun things you get to do with Mommy when she’s taking care of you. And there’s the breast feeding, too, of course! You like doing that with Mommy, don’t you? Drinking Mommy’s yummy warm milk?”
Jakey blushed and giggled, remembering the ‘dessert’ his Mommy gave him with her boobies just a short time ago. He did love that. In fact, it was one of the best things in the world to him.
“And finally, there’s the diapers,” his Mommy said. “The wonderfully colorful, crinkly, comfortable, soft and cuddly diapers. The diapers that keep you safe and dry from your peepee accidents. The diapers that mean you don’t have to worry about trying to make it to the potty anymore. The diapers that mean you get to have Mommy lovingly change you every morning, every day of the week, every time you need it.
“The diapers that mean you get to lay back on your changing table, and feel the tender comfort of your Mommy wiping your bottom and peepee with a baby wipe, oiling you when your skin is dry, powdering you with the sweet and wonderful scent of baby powder. The diaper changes that mean the special sort of connection you and Mommy have, and only you and Mommy have, where you get to feel her tenderly wiping and cleaning your bottom after you make a poopy mess.
“And even though you get super-duper blushy knowing just how poopy your butt must be, you can see she doesn’t mind one bit cleaning it all up for you as she changes your diaper. Because she just wants to care for you and make you happy.”
Jakey started to tear up again, his Mommy hugging him close.
But this time… Jakey’s tears were tears of overwhelming affection and love.
“You’re… you’re right, Mommy,” he uttered. “I love you. I love you so much.”
“I love you too, baby boy,” she whispered, squeezing him and holding him close. “You’re my special baby boy, for forever and ever and Mommy’s always going to hold you close and take care of you, okay?”
“Okay,” Jakey nodded, sniffling and feeling tremendous relief and warmth. He felt the waves of claustrophobia about his new, diaper-dependent, infantile way of life slowly dissipating.
After a few more minutes of cuddling, his Mommy shifted to start to get up to leave. But before she did, she casually placed her hand on the crotch of Jakey’s soggy diaper. And to the surprise of both of them… his peepee was once again, rock hard.
“Oh, dearie me,” his Mommy giggled. “Maybe you’ve come back around to being a baby again, after all.”
“Well… maybe…” Jakey blushed red hot.
“Well, I’m glad you’re feeling a little better, hon. Just remember, Mommy’s always here for you. Now, it’s time for you to go nighty-night,” she said, starting to slide out of his bed.
“Wait, Mommy…” Jakey said, turning to her.
“What is it, hon?” his Mommy asked.
“Well… I was wondering… since my peepee is hard again…” Jakey sheepishly uttered. “Maybe you could help me make cummies again real quick before I went to sleep?”
His Mommy stared at him for a moment, then laughed. “Not tonight, honey. But maybe you can make cummies for Mommy again tomorrow, okay?”
Jakey nodded. “Okaaaay.”
As Jakey’s Mommy tucked him back in and left his nursery for the night, Jakey closed his eyes and smiled.
Maybe everything would be okay, after all. So long as he still had his amazing Mommy in his life.
* * *
Janet sighed with incredible relief as she closed the nursery door and made her way back to her room. She seemed to have just saved her little guy from a potential relationship-ending meltdown, thank god.
But as taken off guard as she was by her little guy’s reaction that night, she always knew letting her horny little diaper boy masturbate in his diapers, like she so often did, had a high risk of backfiring like it just did.
The risks were obvious to any Mommy domme in her position. The long game of using his horniness and affection to help lure him under her care as her totally infantilized and diapered baby boy might all climax, literally and figuratively, when he made his cummies at some point.
Then, in the inevitable refractory period, all his joy in the babyish things she had so carefully lured him into, would dissipate.
It was clear that was exactly what had happened that night. And she secretly suspected he had harbored similar feelings of regret and revulsion after several of his climaxes before, tonight seemingly just bringing these things to a head.
She knew that a lot of Mommy domme’s kept their little boy’s peepee locked up tightly in a cage beneath their diaper to prevent exactly this issue.
In fact, when she remembered his request that night, uttered immediately after his cummies, that she no longer let him orgasm in his diaper, it occurred to her that denying him orgasm might actually be the benevolent decision. An act of mercy, protecting the little boy from himself.
After all, she knew letting him give into his self-sabotaging horniness was really just forcing him to suffer the inevitable post-climax humiliation and regret of seeing his babyhood with fresh eyes, his mind suddenly no longer clouded by his otherwise non-stop diapered horniness.
In fact, one might even consider that perhaps her decision to allow him regular masturbation… was a diapered sexual punishment in of itself. Counter-intuitively akin to chastity as a means of punishment.
But instead of the diapered sexual punishment of denial, it was the reverse sexual punishment of permission. Even secret encouragement. Encouragement for him to helplessly give into his self-sabotaging desires, even knowing the emotional pain and humiliation for him that would result.
As she thought again about the prospect of a chastity cage… she realized locking his weewee up for good probably would be the kinder thing to do. Especially considering his escalating feelings of regret and shame following each of his climaxes lately…
And yet… No. She couldn’t. She could never bring herself to do such a thing.
It was just too fucking adorable and downright hot getting to watch him jerk off in his soggy padding right in front of her. Utterly succumbing to his unbearable, animalistic lust for her and his diapers. Especially when she knew that the moment he was finished, she would be taping him right back up into his already soggy diaper and forcing him to spend the night in it.
She just loved the way he scrunched his face and curled his little toes. The sound of his diaper furiously crinkling and the smell of his warm urine wafting out of it. The way she always got to watch the exact moment he climaxed, making a huge, sticky load in his diaper, her favorite type of load to clean up in his diaper.
And more than anything, she just loved the incredible intimacy of it. Of allowing him to completely and fully express his sexuality right in front of her. Of the way he usually got real tender and cuddly after an orgasm. The way she knew it was an opportunity for bonding that was utterly unique in its power and magic.
She knew she could never take that away with a chastity cage. Not due to concern for his pleasure… but her own. She just loved watching her little guy cum in his diapers just so damn much!
As Janet got back to her room, she slammed the door shut, frantically dug her vibrator out of her dresser drawer, and immediately began furiously grinding it into her drenched pussy and fingering her wet clit.
Soon, she was once again bringing herself to trembling orgasm again and again and again, the fresh mental image of her little diaper-wetting boy’s total helplessness and dependence on her as his Mommy playing non-stop in her head.
And what made her absolutely horniest of all… was that he had just suffered a near breakdown of intense repulsion and disgust at all his babyish things. All the trappings of the life his Mommy had slowly forced him into, all the ways she now constantly smothered him and babied him and forced him into doing the adorable baby things she wanted him to do.
It was a moment that could have threatened everything she had built with him, their entire relationship, with him as her diapered baby boy, her as his diaper-changing Mommy.
And yet… she had done it. She had successfully managed to get him to submit to her as his Mommy again. Perhaps even deeper now than before.
She had expertly managed to walk him back from the edge, back under her maternal control, tenderly seeing to all his emotional needs and concerns until he was safely and effectively mentally regressed back into his dependent, babyish, diaper-wearing state of mind.
She had managed to convince him yet again, despite all odds, that he belonged in diapers. That he really was just a little baby. That he was her little baby.
And she helped him remember that he loved his Mommy more than anything in the world, because she treated him exactly like the little baby he really was.
Janet let out a final shriek of unbearable pleasure, her climax sending powerful spasms of sheer sexual euphoria through every part of her body.
She finally collapsed back in her bed and heaved for breath, every inch of her body still buzzing with pleasure, every bit of her heart overflowing with unbearable joy.
She just loved her little boy so fucking much.
And she just couldn’t wait to change his diaper again the next morning.
The End!
