New Years Resolution

littlebearblueab:

[Short video is in a link at the bottom if you want to just skip the reading part and enjoy a wiggly diaperboy trying desperately not to mess himself.  Enjoy :3]

“So, I have a little game for you, if you’d like to play kiddo,” Carson’s voice rang ominously from the speakers of Richy’s computer, late on New Year’s Eve.

Uh-oh, thought Richy as he shifted in his seat with a crinkle.  Daddy Carson’s games were not to be trifled with.  While the rewards for winning were extremely high, evidenced by the nice new TV sitting in the living room, the consequences for losing were severe.  Last time he’d lost, Daddy had made him install remote webcams all across his home to help ensure that he was always being an obedient little boy.  He’d literally gambled away his privacy.

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guyingoodnites:

Bringing back this memory.

The above is a photo of me. Let me explain what’s happening.

I was with the guy who got me into diapers in the first place. We’d had fun at his place a couple of times and then one time he asked me if I’d like to wear one outside the house and take a walk down to the local shopping centre. Of course, I was finding it very hot so I agreed.

He took us down to a forested area near his house. We walked in for about five minutes. I knew that we were completely alone in this field of trees. 

He told me stand there and I did as he undid my belt and fly and made me step out of my shorts and then took my shirt off. I stood their in just a pair of goodnites and he told me to sit up against a nearby tree. As I did, he grabbed rope out of his bag and tied my hands up behind the tree. 

He stuck a pacifier in my mouth as I looked up to him with fear in my eyes and an erection in my diaper. 

There I was, hands tied to a tree. Legs spread. I was so turned on. He grabbed his phone from his pocket and took a couple of photos. One of which you see above.

And then he left. He walked away and left me there.

He didn’t return for over half an hour as I sat there unable to speak. 

When he returned, I’d wet myself twice. It had leaked out onto the ground, making the top of my legs wet and the dirty ground beneath me was a little muddy. 

He untied me and told me that I could have my clothes back once I had cum.  It took me a couple of minutes but I was able to cum into my diaper. He told me he’d change me when we got home. 

I walked home for about 15 minutes in a pissy, cummy nappy with just a pair of shorts and a shirt over it. 

It was one of the hottest things that’s ever happened to me.

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paddedpoly:

Well, isn’t this a pleasant surprise? Just look at how perfect this bed looks for bondage! Absolutely perfect, I’d say.

Go ahead and climb on up there. Oh, don’t mind your silly wet diaper. It’s not your job to think. It’s your job to obey.

Good boy. Now put your ankles up here. I’m going to bind your ankles to these sturdy, thick bedposts. Don’t worry – you’re not going anywhere anytime soon. Now the wrists little one. Good boy. We can’t have you trying to escape, can we? Now those are tied up and safe, and you just get to lay there as I do exactly what I want to your body.

Lucky for you, I brought along all of the toys and lube I need to tease you mercilessly and leave you well-worn and exhausted – without even touching your silly penis once.

(More photos and a short video available for our Patrons. And I’ve been doubling-down on improving my rope skills for the next time I find a bed just like this.)

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rubberstudio:

“Have a good day off, bro. I just cleaned the bathroom and would rather not have you using it, so I’ll put the lock on your briefs and keep the key with me. The double padding should be good for all day. I may stay at my girlfriend’s tonight, so it might need to last you through tomorrow morning. Later.”

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