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hewo eberyone i only one and can sometimes get bratty - only if i dont have naps. I have the most aweosmest dada he makes sure I ok.* ask me anything
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>> Aw, is it too thick 👶? Cumming is only for big girls, I >> wouldn’t worry about it.>
> UNF FOOTIE PAJAMAS AND DIAPIES ARE THE CUTEST THING EVER > 😍😍😍😍😍 Source: daddy-for-my-gf*
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> Types of Diaper Changes>
> Not all diaper changes are the same! There’s usually some > tell-tale signs of what kind of change you’re about to get from > your caregiver, so let’s take a moment to review the various > changes so you can be better prepared next time your on your back > getting ready for your caregiver deal with your accident!>
> The Usual:
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> This is your standard change. It probably starts with your caregiver > catching a whif of the stinky in the seat of your pants, or noticing > a little too much sag in your crotch for comfort. They check you, > and let you know what’s about to happen next! You’re getting a > diaper change! But that’s okay, you just lay back on the ground > and let them change you on the towel they put down on the floor. > There’s everything you could ask for: baby powder, a sing-songy > voice, and some tender-love-and-care for your messy bottom.>
> The Quickie:
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> It’s 4:00 pm and the movie that you’re going to starts at 4:30, > and your diaper isn’t going to make it through that double > feature. You need a change and you need it quickly. There’s no > time for being cute about it because your caregiver has already > picked you up and before you know it you’re half naked on the > changing table, but only for a few moments for a quick wipe and > maybe a dash of powder before your back in a dry diaper. Simple, and > you’re back on your feet in no time to get on with your day, > because just because you’re little doesn’t mean your day isn’t> big.
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> The Toxic Waste Dump>
> It’s bad. It’s really REALLY bad, like a major emergency call in > daddy/mommy, the maid and maybe the bomb squad bad because you just > leaked, or had a blowout, or both. You can’t do anything but > whimper because you know it’s bad, but your caregiver has already > brought out the towel to deal with the mess. You think maybe > you’ll just need to be wiped down, but they’ve already taken you > to the tub for an emergency bath. They scrub you down lovingly, but > you can tell they’re a bit peturbed at how messy you turned out to > be. After being dried off, you lay naked on the changing table as > your caregiver meticulously reapplies your padding, making it extra > tight powdering you up real good to prevent a follow up attack.>
> The Trojan Change:>
> Let’s admit it, you’ve been a bit of a brat today. You’ve been > fidgety, sassy, pouty, squirmy, mischievous and an overall nuisance > all day, and it seems like you might get away with it. But when you > think you’re home free on the changing table, your caregiver > starts giving you a stern talking to about your behavior. Before > they remove your pants they put your wrists in the restraints and > the strap across your tummy, nothing super unusual but as they take > off your diaper they say “I think we need to take some time to > make sure you learn a lesson.” Gasp, they’ve tricked you! > Suddenly, you can’t move and the swats start hurting your bottom > as they chastise you for being such a bratty baby today. You > anxiously await their soft hands rubbing powder on your sore bottom, > but you’re in for a world of pain now. Maybe next time you’ll > think twice before getting mouthy when your caregiver has clear > access to your behind.>
> The Checkup:
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> You wake up in your crib feeling dreadful. Your nose is sniffly, > your throat is scratchy and your body is achy, you know you have the > sickies. As mommy/daddy wakes you up, they see right away that you > don’t just need a clean diaper, you need a thorough examination. > After wiping down your diaper area with a warm baby wipe, They lay > you down and undress you completely, feeling every part of your body > to see what’s wrong. They poke and prod away until they decide > they should take your temperature. You open your mouth ready for the > thermometer, but they pull out a jar of Vaseline. Uh oh, this ones > going in your bum. It’s embarrassing and you squirm as they > lubricate your bottom for the thermometer, but they hush you through > your protests as they gently insert the glass rod in your tight > little hole. Holding your legs in the air with one hand and keeping > their other hand on your chest, they calm you down through the > invasive check, only to find out that you have a fever! No use > getting you ready for the day because you’re gonna be back in bed > after breakfast, so they put an extra thick diaper on you and put a > dap of baby vaporub on your chest before putting your pajamas back > on, and escorting you back to the crib for a long day of rest.>
> The Sneaky Stinky>
> It’s been a couple days since you pooped and you know it, but for > some reason it just isn’t coming out. You’re caregiver knows it > just as well seeing that you’ve had plenty of wet diapers but no > stinkies for a while. They have just the trick though, as after a > couple days of waiting they decide it’s time to get you to make a > pushie whether you want to or not. They lay you down on the changing > table, but they turn you on your tummy. You try to squirm away but > they’ve already strapped down your chest, and they make sure to > get your arms and legs into the cuffs quickly. Then, they pull down > your pants and push your diaper down to your thighs. Don’t try and > struggle, you are in prime spanking position as they prepare a > concoction of constupation catalysts. Maybe they’re nice and they > give you a couple of suppositories, which work slowly to draw out > the stinkies, or maybe they take an enema and slide the tip up your > bottom, squeezing a warm but uncomfortable fluid into your tummy > that will work quickly but be super yucky. Either way, once they > pull your diaper back up and over your butt, leaving you restrained > on your stomach at the mercy of your bowels, you know poopies are > coming, it’s just a matter of when, and how smelly.>
> The Wet Wonder
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> You’ve been so good today! You did all your chores, ate well and > played so nicely today! So why is mommy/daddy strapping you down to > the changing table? It isn’t a punishment, it’s a reward! > They’re going to let you have an orgasm in your diapies! Maybe > they bring out the magic wand and hold it against your soggy diaper > as you grind against it, or maybe they take some Vaseline and help > you cum by giving you a hand job inside your diaper. The only rules > are that you don’t get to touch, and that you must make your > stickies in your diaper. Baby’s don’t get to touch themselves, > but that doesn’t apply to caregivers as they bring you to climax. > By the time their done, you’re a quivering mess as they wipe you > down and get you back into a clean diaper. It’s a good thing > they’re here to help you make and clean up your messes!>
> What’s your favorite way to get your diaper changed? Source: nofearageplay*
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>> Go ahead, baby. Whine and moan, struggling to make your pathetic >> little voice heard from behind that pretty pacifier gag I’ve >> strapped in your mouth. Struggle for me. You know you want to! Why >> don’t you tug against those straps for me? Kick those legs, >> those pink-booted feet aimlessly, hopelessly flailing against the >> sides of the adorably babyish crib that is now your prison. >> Wriggle those trapped arms in that lovely pink straitjacket - so >> pretty and yet so uncompromising. Show me you have some fight left >> in you…for now. Resist me all you can, a little fly caught in a >> devious mommy spider’s web. Fight me, baby. It’s a losing >> battle, but that’s precisely why I want you to fight so much…>>
>> Oh, I know you can’t hear me. You can’t see me, or feel me. >> For all you know, I’ve abandoned you here, leaving you to your >> hapless fate. For all you know, you’re alone…and that’s why >> this is so delicious. Because while I watch you, devouring every >> beautiful shred of resistance you make, I know that in your >> panicked, bewildered mind you’re no longer fighting >> me…you’re fighting yourself.>>
>> Or rather, those things that soon will be a part of yourself. >> You’re fighting the sensory overload I’ve deliberately, >> carefully concocted to destroy the old you and remake you >> according to _my _design. You’re fighting the seductive audio >> washing untiringly into your captive ears, the hypnotic >> suggestions and domineering tones of my voice trickling >> incessantly and inevitably into your brain. You’re fighting the >> explosions of color on those screens I’ve secured over your >> pretty little eyes, the spirals dizzily dancing before you, >> drawing your gaze inward, their brilliance refusing to leave you >> in peace even if you do frantically try to shut them out. You’re >> fighting the rising tide of urine coursing down into your swelling >> bladder, desperately trying to refute the idea that you just might >> piss yourself, that a grown woman might actually have her control >> over even that so forcibly and humiliatingly removed… And >> you’re fighting your own mind, too. For from somewhere deep >> inside you, you’re hearing a tiny voice whispering that >> resistance is absolutely useless, that no matter how long you hold >> out you will inevitably cave in, that before the week is done you >> will have become nothing more than a vacant, brainwashed shell of >> your former self…your very brain overwritten with my own >> programming…your old personality morphing and transforming into >> what I want you to become…>>
>> Yet as you struggle, baby, you have no idea of the beauty that >> awaits you on the other side. You have no idea yet of the ways in >> which I will perfect you, training you and transforming you from >> that beautiful, sexy, independent young woman you think you want >> to be into an even more beautiful, sexy, docile, fully grown baby >> girl who lives only to please her mistress. You have no idea yet >> of how much mind-numbing pleasure awaits you in obedience, of the >> sheer joy I will force you to feel, of how beautiful you will >> become to me. With every swollen diaper you soak, and fill, and >> soak again… With every bottle you obediently drain and beg for >> more… With every waddle, every crawl, every helpless gurgle and >> coo you emit in your brainwashed stupor, you will thrill me ever >> more with your innocent, helpless beauty…>>
>> So fight me for now, baby. It’s only right. Put up every bit of >> resistance you can muster, and you just might be able to last a >> few days…but don’t worry. Mommy can wait.>>
>> Image Credit:>> @lilbabyfae
>> and ABDreams.com>>
>> Please keep my caption intact if reblogging; as long as you do, >> may cabbage worms never attack your cabbage.>
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> “Ally, it’s time to get up princess.” This was about the fifth > time that Clayton had tried to wake up Ally; he was getting annoyed > but he wouldn’t show it and in her defense it was cold and rainy > so he understood why she wouldn’t wake up. He tried again. > “Princess it’s time to wake up,” he said as he rubbed her> back.
> She moaned sleepily and opened one eye to peek at her daddy. “Dada > noooo.” She whined. He picked her up out of her crib and cuddled > her in his arms. She smiled still half asleep. She looked up at her > daddy and in the faintest voice squeaked “love you daddy,” > before promptly burying her head in his chest. > “I love you too princess.” Clayton covertly checked her diaper > before adding, “and I think someone needs a change before she > leaks.” Ally blushed: even after three years she still got > embarrassed when he would mention how wet or messy her diaper was. > Clayton carried her over to the changing table and laid her on top. > Ally shivered; “daddy is to cold!” > “I know baby girl, daddy’s sorry but it’ll warm up very very > soon I promise. Now, who do we want today do we want Elmo or Cookie > Monster or Big Bird?” She thought for a moment before responding > “Big Bird daddy please.” He chuckled as he started to take off > her diaper and proceeded to clean her before putting her new diaper > under her and adding lotion and powder to her princess parts and her > butt before taping up her diaper. > He picked her up and set her on the dresser while he looked for her > cutest onesie. “No daddy ies to cold hold me please,” Ally > fussed. Clayton couldn’t resist her all to cute sleepy whines; he > picked her up and held her in one arm while he searched for the > garment with his other arm. “Aha! Here it is.” Clayton > exclaimed. “Aha!” Ally parroted before breaking into a fit of > giggles. “Cmon silly goose let’s get you dressed.” He slipped > the onesie over her head and guided her arms through the arm holes > before snapping up the crotch. “All done baby doll.” He hugged > her tight before picking her up and spinning her around. “Whose > ready for breakfast?!” > “Meeeee I am daddy me me me!” Ally exclaimed. She never failed > to be excited about food. Clayton carried her to the kitchen before > removing the towel he had warmed in the dryer from her high chair. > “Daddy whas that?” She pointed at the towel. “It was to keep > your seat warm for you princess.” He responded kissing her on the > head. She smiled up at him. He kissed her head again then set her in > the high chair before putting her bib on her and handing her the > sippy cup of milk he had for her. > He set two blueberry pancakes on the tray of her high chair and > grabbed four for himself. “Syrup daddy?” He smirked remembering > the last time he had let her have syrup; a month later and he was > still finding sticky spots on the wall. “No princess no syrup we > ran out I’m sorry.” She looked at him incredulously, “daddy > I saw the syrup in the fridge.” Clayton thought quick. “Oh > that’s right I forgot baby girl daddy’s sorry but if you want > syrup you have to let daddy feed you.” She thought for a minute > she knew daddy liked to feed her but she was a big girl and she > could do it herself although, she giggled, there was that last time > she was pretty sure daddy still hadn’t found all of the syrup > spots. “Otay daddy you can feed me.” > Clayton got the syrup and fed Ally her pancakes before cleaning up > and eating his as Ally played with her toys and drank her milk. > “Daddy can I please get down now?” She squirmed in her seat. He > paused his eating to let her down from her chair. “Princess I want > you to stay in the playroom okay?” “Yes daddy.” She yelled> behind her.
> As soon as she was alone Ally messed her diaper. She had held it as > long as she could which meant that daddy had probably put the icky > stuff (laxatives) in her milk. Even after three years she still > hadn’t gotten used to messing her diapers and since the laxatives > usually meant daddy had something planned she tried to untape her> diaper.
> From the other room he heard the telltale sound of a diaper tape > being untaped. Since he was virtually done with breakfast Clayton > cleared off his spot and went to the playroom to investigate. As he > walked in he noted that she had indeed tried to take off her diaper > and was about half way done. She looked up at him guiltily. “Daddy > I…” He cut her off. “There is no excuse for this little > one!” He said in a stern voice. “I was going to change you if > you needed it right after breakfast but now I think that you can > stay in your messy diaper for a couple of hours.” He taped her > diaper back up. “I also think that a little someone needs a very > big spanking.” He started to spank her his hand spreading the mess > around. Ally whimpered; “daddy please no I’m sorry I’m> sorry!”
> Clayton stuck a binky in her mouth and taped it there. Once he was > content with the noise level of Ally’s sobs Clayton picked her up > and carried her back to her nursery where he grabbed her mittens and > booties. “Now I know my princess can’t untape her diaper.” > Ally tried to get away as she hated these things, the lack of > opposable thumbs frustrated her beyond belief. “Keep struggling > and I’ll tie you to the crib.” Clayton threatened. Ally knew he > was serious so she did what he told her. He sent her to go play in > the playroom so he could get his work done and handed her a bottle > after patting her butt several times. What she didn’t count on was > this bottle having more of the icky stuff. No more than ten minutes > after she had finished her bottle her tummy grumbled before she > doubled over and messed her diaper again. She started to cry at the > humiliation and unfairness of it all. > Clayton hearing her sobs checked the clock and realized that it had > been almost five hours since he had sent her to the playroom. He > walked in and scooped her up carrying her to the bathroom where he > proceeded to thoroughly clean her. “Awe princess you have a bit of> a rash.”
> To Ally this was an understatement because her butt felt like it was > on fire. She pouted at daddy. “Awe I think maybe someone needs > daddy to clean her a bit better.” She knew what this meant and was > excited that at least this time she would get the reward. Clayton > started by untaping the binky from her mouth and teasing her > princess parts with the warm wet washcloth he had making sure to pay > special attention to her clit. “I think princess,” he said as he > kissed her, “that you and daddy need to have some special time. > What do you think?” > “Yes daddy.” She replied almost in a whisper. He dried her off > and carried her to his bed laying her on top of the covers. He laid > in between her legs and started to kiss gently up her thighs while > gently rubbing her clit with his thumb. She moaned softly not liking > how long he took to do everything while at the same time enjoying > his gentle teasing. He slowly worked his way up to her pussy and > started to use his tongue to fuck her. After a while he switched > using two of his fingers to fuck her as he sucked and nibbled on her> clit.
> “Harder.” She moaned pushing his head down onto her pussy. He > fingered her faster and harder stopping just before she climaxed. He > kneeled over top of her and slowly pushed himself inside of her. She > whimpered: to her he was huge and he always filled her up. She > pushed her hips up against his. “Harder daddy please!” She > begged. His hand settled around her throat. “Faster slut.” She > obliged and rocked her hips faster. She loved it when daddy called > her dirty names. “Who do you belong to?”> “You daddy”
> “What are you?” > “I’m your dirty little whore daddy” > “That’s right you’re my dirty little fucking whore!” He > slapped her lightly across the face before starting to choke her > again. “Daddy may I please cum?!” > “Beg for it you pathetic little slut!” > “Please please daddy please let me cum!” She whimpered > “Cum for me you dirty little whore!” > “Yes thank you daddy!” She screamed as she came hard all over > her daddy’s cock. He doesn’t stop. Clayton thrusts hard and fast > before cumming deep inside her. He collapsed next to her and pulls > her up against him. > He pets her head softly and kisses her. “You know I don’t really > mean those things that I say to you right?” Clayton asks her > making sure for the millionth time that he hasn’t hurt her feeling > just in case one day he does. “I know.” Ally assures him kissing > him softly. She falls asleep in his arms and he can’t help but > think how lucky he is that he has the most perfect princess in the> entire world.
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>> Look into the camera, sweetheart. Yes, that’s right. Perfect. >> Stare into that blank black ball on your nursery wall. Let me see >> the mingled relief and despair in those intelligent eyes. Let me >> see that fear, that arousal, that groveling, squirming, abject >> humiliation… Show me just how turned on you are, how embarrassed >> it makes you feel to be firmly bound, tightly gagged with your own >> babyish pacifier, and stripped naked on your very own changing >> table by your very own nursemaid…all while your daddy watches.>>
>> Such an absolute baby you are becoming, sweetheart. So immature, >> so infantile… Goodness, just look at you! You can’t even be >> trusted to stay put on your changing table, can you? No, you have >> to be cuffed and strapped down, securely fastened like a helpless, >> mindless little thing who can’t even control her own body. Nor >> can you, sweetie; I think the heap of heavy, smelly diapers over >> in that diaper pail can testify to that… No, we can’t trust >> you for anything anymore, sweetie - nor should we. You’re our >> baby now - mine and your pretty little nursemaid’s. You’re >> ours now, and we’re never going to let you forget.>>
>> Keep staring into your nursery cam now, sweetheart. Remember >> who’s on the other side, gazing lovingly, in full arousal, at >> the beautiful sight you present. Think of me: your husband and >> daddy, the one you crave to please, the one you begged for this >> very treatment. Remember how you stammered out your longing to me >> last year, how you yearned to be babied, to be forcibly regressed >> into infancy? I do. Oh, I do. And because I love you, sweetheart, >> because I want to give you everything you desire…I gave this to >> you. Don’t you ever forget, sweetheart.>>
>> Be a good little baby now. Spread those beautifully smooth, >> babyish legs for your Nursie. Feel the soft tickle of the baby >> powder coating your tender skin, Nursie’s caressing fingers >> gently massaging it into your yielding thighs. Suckle that nipple >> Nursie has so firmly strapped into your pretty little mouth, >> feeling its plump roundness, recalling the feeling of sucking on >> something very different - something longer and stiffer… Don’t >> worry, sweetie - someday you’ll get to do that again… Until >> then, your dummy and your nice, full ba-ba’s will keep you >> satisfied, keep that lovely suckling mouth occupied…>>
>> Oh, yes. Here comes the diaper now - _your _diaper, honey, and no >> one else’s. Let the now-familiar musical crinkle fill your ears. >> Feel Nursie lifting your precious powdered bum, settling you onto >> that gently rustling, wonderfully thick padding you blushingly >> told me you love so much. Oh, why are you surprised to feel that >> extra stuffer being wrapped snugly around your pretty little >> princess parts? We all know by now just how much you wet, how >> heavy, full, and soggy your diapers inevitably become. You _are_ a >> baby now, sweetheart. And babies don’t get to decide what they >> wear, if anything. Nursie and I will dress you - or not - as we >> decide. And you, as our baby, will comply. You have no >> choice…absolutely none.>>
>> And that is so incredibly liberating, isn’t it? You are our >> baby, and nothing more. No choices, no decisions, no grownup >> thoughts or worries. Yes, worry if you like about your past >> grownup life. Worry about whether your drenched diapers will leak >> or not as you plop down onto them with that adorably audible >> squish. Worry whether you can drink yet another bottle, forcing >> ever more formula into your swollen little belly… But remember: >> no amount of worry will ever change anything now, dear. We will >> treat you as we please - feeding, diapering, changing, dressing, >> burping you as we see fit. And you will never be able to change>> that.
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>> Why? your beautiful blue eyes ask. _Because you asked for this._>>
>> Look into the camera once more, sweetheart. Feel your mind >> dissolving into infancy, your old self receding. Embrace babyhood, >> my love - in all its innocent, delightful humiliation. It is my >> gift to you. Accept it now, blushing… squirming… awash in >> deliciously sensual, infantile humiliation.>>
>> ------------------------->>
>> Image Credit: ABDreams.com>>
>> Please keep my caption intact if reblogging; as long as you do, >> may your air-conditioning never break down.>
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> thinking about all the different ways i want my daddy to be mean> 😈
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> he changes me in the morning, into a dry (but huge!) diaper. i’m > given a bottle and told that today, once i wet my diaper, daddy will > let me have a cummie! so i hungrily gulp down the bottle, and > another one after i ask for it. daddy pops a paci in my mouth, sits > me in front of the tv to go do some work, and after what seems like > forever, my bladder releases and i go potty! finally! i can’t stop > poking or rubbing on my newly wet diaper, i’ve always loved the > way they feel after the first wet.>
> soon enough i’m furiously rubbing my diaper, legs splayed as far > as they go in an effort to chase an orgasm. daddy did say i could > have one after i wet… i’m sucking hard on my paci, twirling my > nipples between my thumb and index finger, and can’t stop rubbing > my wet diaper against my clitty. it takes forever, to feel the > sensation through the thick, swollen padding, but i do eventually, > and eventually, i’m cumming, hard, moaning around my paci. but > just as my eyes flutter open, i hear the quiet sound of daddy tsk, > tsking from the doorway.>
> “oh, baby” he says, sounding so disappointed. i whip my head > around to see him leaning against the wall, arms crossed and shaking > his head. “i said i’d give you a cummie once you wet. not that > you could give one yourself, silly baby.” before i can even > properly blush, he’s on me, scooping me up into his arms and > carrying me to my nursery.>
> “naughty babies get time outs,” he explains, setting me in my > crib and already beginning to fasten my hands and ankles into their > restraints. my paci is traded out for another bottle, that i begin > sucking on and drinking down instinctively. as i finish it and i’m > gagged, i think daddy’s about to leave me like this, but after he > disappears, he comes back, holding a vibrator and a roll of duct > tape. i can’t protest and he tapes the vibrator to my leg and > pushes the head up against my diaper, right over where my clit is.>
> before turning it on, he looks me in the eye and says, “since you > like cumming so much, you can cum over and over again until you > mess. your last bottle had a low dose of laxatives mixed in, but > it’ll be a few hours until you feel it, baby. maybe next time > you’ll think about the consequences of your actions.” my first > cummie hits me right after he closes the door.>
> i’m laying there for hours, like he promised, until i finally feel > my tummy churning. it takes another hour of cummies before i finally > fill my diaper, simultaneously having my strongest orgasm of the > day. i’m a sobbing, messy baby when daddy checks on me. he kisses > my nose, shuts off the vibrator, but says he’s going to leave me > in my messy diaper for just one more hour, so he can be sure i’ve > learned my lesson. (via fallingintobabyspace)
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> Sometimes my newest plaything is a former date who I’ve determined > would be happier as a cared-for, controlled little girl. Sometimes > she’s a woman I’ve taken on a whim because I just couldn’t > resist her plump, spankable thighs or petite form. Either way, my > little dolly generally needs training before she accepts her new > life of diapers and pull-up panties instead of big-girl underwear. > Here’s my potty-training regimen for new little tots.>
> * Humiliate her by depriving her of opportunities to relieve > herself, but making sure to keep her hydrated. Promise her uses of > the toilet, but make sure she usually can’t make it. The > desperation, the embarrassing wettings, and the subsequent > discomfort can be brought up later to remind her why she needs> diapers.
> * After a few failed attempts to hold it, angrily put her into a > thick diaper and tie her so she can’t remove it. Always allow > her to get these first few diapers full to the point of leaking > before she’s changed. Scold her about this, reminding her that > she’s much too big to need diapers. > * During this time, make sure that diaper changes alternate between > pleasant and unpleasant. For example, I usually start with cold > (refrigerated) baby wipes, then tie her legs open and stimulate her > with a vibrator after I’ve powdered her bottom. > * After a period of days to weeks, keep her in diapers but allow > her the freedom of her hands. Any attempts to remove her diaper, > take herself to the potty, etc. should be punished accordingly. I > generally punish by attaching clothespins or binder clips to her > private parts before restoring the diaper. > * If baby is reluctant to use her diaper, offer encouragements. > Ice cubes tucked into her cleft will urge her to wee, relieving the > painful cold with a flood of warmth. A bit of ginger root in her > bottom will make her exercise herself to push out her other> contents.
> * Once baby has fully accepted her diaper, set a toileting schedule > which she can sometimes, but not always, keep to. Pull-ups may be > permitted if she waits for her potty time; if she fails, diapers may> be replaced.
> * Make toilet use unpleasant, whether by washing or scrubbing her > harshly afterward, requiring her to stay on the potty for an exact > period of time (always too long or too short), or micromanaging her > functions with record charts and close supervision. > * Reward good behavior – whether keeping to her potty schedule > for a certain period, or being good during diaper changes – with > treats and privileges. Orgasms are good rewards for some babies; > others experience a forced masturbation regimen, so a break from > orgasming might be wise. All little girls love sparkles, so pussy > and nipple jewelry are also good prizes – those who can keep their > training panties dry for a long period may be safely given> piercings.
> * Throughout the process, treat her as though you’re trying to > help her earn her way back into big-girl panties but are obliged to > put her back into diapers if she can’t be properly > potty-trained. Even if your eventual goal is to have her totally > incontinent and diapered full-time, this will increase her eventual > dependence on your approval as you turn her into your helpless> little girl.
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