We went away on a nice trip to the Ardennes in Belgium. Littlegirl felt at home quickly in our appartement and she loved the view from the window, in her diaper. We made sooo much great pictures in nature!
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DADDY:*looks at watch* “Oh my! It’s time to finish playing, baby! We got to get you and Tigger ready for bed!”
PRINCESS:*gasps & runs up to daddy, forcing a colouring book & crayons in his hands*
DADDY: “Aww, you want to colour in bed, princess”?
PRINCESS:*turns & runs away before running back to Daddy with a picture book*
DADDY: “…AND, you want me to read you a bedtime story as well?”
PRINCESS:*disappears again, and gives Daddy a DVD*
DADDY: “AND, you want us to watch The Little Mermaid?…”
PRINCESS:*runs off & fetches her tea set*
DADDY: “…AND you want us to have a tea party in bed?! Hang on a minute, missy!…”
PRINCESS:*already off, she adds her Lego creation to the pile in Daddy’s hands*
DADDY: “Listen here, Princess. Daddy is super tired… I’m asking you NICELY to get ready for bed.”
PRINCESS:*stops suddenly. She turns slowly - looking Daddy right in the eye*… “Listenz here, Daddy. Princess is super tired… I is asking you NICELY… to tidy up.”
imagine your cg/daddy/mommy rocking you asleep for your nap, having your paci in your mouth, wearing comfy pajamas and the smell of cookies from earlier wafting in, your cg/daddy/mommy whispering, “go on little one, close your eyes and sleep, I got you, it’s okay. you’re safe in my arms, sweetie.” and proceed to rock you gently until you drift asleep into wonderland.
Nap time and sleepy time for little ones, boys and girls is very important! A few things that help this babygirl drop off to dreamland include:
- Maya - A stuffy to cuddle to sleep is VERY important!
- Binkie - Sometimes this baby likes to suck her thumb but a pacifier is just as soothing for this little one
- Onesie or Footed Sleeper (depending on how cold the room is) a clean, lavender smelling, warm soft but breathable onesie is comfy to sleep in, and helps hold baby’s overnight diaper in place
- Daddy’s arms, or body warmth - whether it’s the classic spoon position, or head on daddy’s chest - the body contact and feeling of a caregiver’s warmth and beating heart can help make baby feel safe and protected and sleepy
- Nursery Music - Daddy uses Spotify to play gentle piano covers of Disney songs. These provide perfect lullaby background music to fall asleep to and is as effective as traditional nursery rhymes / tinkerboxes.
- Bedtime story - Bedtime story read by Daddy or your caregiver - a moment to not only go on a journey together through fairylands, but also an amazing bonding experience and way to quieten and calm baby down from a long stressful day
- “Daddy ASMR” and hair strokesand forehead kisses - This is something we do - whereby daddy strokes baby’s hair and whispers into baby’s ears offering comforting, reassuring words. Everything from creating images of being surrounded by nursery items and stuffies, to “imagine your tiny feet and arms and head sinking into your crib” or a reminder that “Daddy loves you very much” before giving little kisses on baby’s forehead…
There I lay now in the large park on a blanket on the meadow. I had a somewhat short T-shirt on and a Betterdry. Next to me sat my Honey and the psychology student Conny, who made Honey aware of us by changing my diaper. The ladies got along great and I snoozed in the sun, so time flew by for all of us.
Finally, Conny turned to us, “Do you guys still feel like joining me for a beer and some fries in the beer garden?”
“Well, that’s an excellent idea,” Honey replied, finally tossing me my pants.
Conny eyed me, “you’ve peed in something again, at least that’s what your diaper looks like.”
“yes,” I answered, “that’s normal, you were two times at the restroom since we met. But there is some capacity left.”
“Well then, that’s good, then you can also drink something.”
I pulled on my pants, which couldn’t really hide the Betterdry. Honey packed up our stuff and gave me a pat on my diapered bottom.
“Let’s go,” she called good-humoredly and we started walking.
There weren’t many tables occupied in the beer garden yet either. Honey chose a table on the edge.
We sat down and looked at the menu.
“Baby, you want some fries and sausage too?” asked Honey. She had a dangerous glint in her eye.
“Yeah, and a beer,” I replied.
“Let’s see,” said Honey, “Conny, let’s go get some food and drinks and let him take the table here.”
“Okay,” Conny replied. The two of them got up and walked toward the food counter. I could watch them. They stopped halfway and Honey told Conny something. Conny nodded and they both laughed and kept walking and ordering food and drinks.
After some time they both came back. Conny carried a tray with two large portions of fries and two plates of bratwurst, Honey carried a tray with two large beers and a large soda with a straw. Not Honey, but Conny sat down close to me and Honey sat down across from us. Honey put the soda down for me, and the sausages and fries went to the ladies.
I protested, “I asked for a beer too, the soda is here wrong.“
"No, no baby,” Honey said. Conny wants to play with you a little and has decided that beer is not for diaper pissers.“
I gulped. Conny turned to me and said, "We don’t think you’re ready to eat and drink by yourself. Just like you’re not ready to put on adult underwear. Please put your hands under your legs. You are not to take them out of there until we leave. Do you understand?”
“Yes Conny,” I said with my eyes downcast and sat on my hands.
“He does seem to like to protest, but he’s well behaved,” Conny said to Honey.
Honey nodded and smiled at us.
Conny patted my diapered bottom and stroked my back. I felt a cool breeze on my back, definitely my t-shirt had ridden up exposing the top of my diaper.
“Umm, can you pull my shirt back down?”, I asked.
“Oh,” Conny replied, “you can stand by the fact that you’re still not potty trained. The pants don’t really cover the diaper either. Do you like some sausage?”
I didn’t have a chance against the two ladies anyway. And probably a punishment was already waiting for me at home because of my protest attitude. So I nodded silently.
Conny cut off a slice of the sausage and blew a little to make it cooler. She held the slice on the fork to her lips to check the temperature and brought the fork to my mouth. “A bite for dear Conny,” she said with a laugh. I opened my mouth and ate the sausage slice.
Honey sort of copied Conny in the same way. “One bite for dear Honey.”
So I was fed by the two and was allowed in between to suck on the straw in the soda. The two ladies were visibly enjoying themselves. I found the helplessness at the same time humiliating and exciting.
When everything was eaten, Conny took a napkin, spit on it and wiped my mouth. My grandma had already done that and I hated it.
It was early evening by now and it was getting chilly. We said goodbye to Conny after the ladies exchanged phone numbers. Conny was intrigued by us and offered Honey to help her with babysitting.
We caught the next bus and headed home. Even though no one approached us, I felt exposed to a thousand stares. The bulge of the diaper, by now well swollen thanks to lemonade, was unmistakable. I was glad when we got home.
Once home, Honey checked the remaining capacity of my diaper by a spirited grip. “Well that’s a good full one. That’s just in time, I need to have a serious word with you. Go into the chamber and strip down to your diaper. I’ll be right there.”
Oha, I thought. This did not develop well. I fretted over all the back-talking I had done throughout the day.
Honey came into our little changing room. I had feared it, she had the paddle in her hand. Along with it a roll of duct tape. What she was going to do with it I would find out sooner than I would have liked.
“Take off the diaper and put it open on the massage table,” Honey said firmly. A moment later I was standing naked in front of her.
“Baby, I hate to do this, but you need to feel what works and what doesn’t. And so many backtalks like today don’t work. You have to learn that you are a little diaper pisser and need someone to educate you. Repeat after me: I am a little diaper pisser and I want to be educated by you. I’m sorry for talking back.”
I spoke the sentences with my eyes lowered and Honey asked me to repeat the sentences 3 more times.
Finally she said, “So, to help you remember that you are a little diaper pisser in the future, press your face into the wet diaper.” Reluctantly, I did as she commanded. It was a soft, moist warm feeling. Fortunately, my warm piss didn’t smell strong.
Honey taped the diaper shut over my head and wrapped some tape around it. Apparently I was to keep it on my head longer.
She ordered me to lean on the massage table with my forearms and stick my ass out. After each stroke, I was to repeat the sentences. The paddle whizzed on my burning ass a total of 30 times, then she stopped.
She then led me into the living room and put me face to the wall in a corner. I had to put my hands together above my head. She sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. In the following two hours, which passed like chewing gum, she made me recite the sentences several times.
Finally she had mercy. She cut the duct tape and removed the diaper from my head. I was allowed to take a shower. Afterwards she lovingly creamed my burning butt and wrapped me in a fresh diaper.
That Saturday the weather was beautiful. It was the end of May and the emerging summer showed itself for the first time. Honey had already been to the hairdresser early in the morning and I had made breakfast for us in the meantime still in pajamas and night diaper.
Honey came back with a few croissants and we had a leisurely breakfast. She had apparently been bored at the hairdresser and had made clear plans for the day: “You, baby, I want to enjoy the sun today. Let’s pack everything up for a little picnic and we’ll just lie lazily on a blanket and relax. Agreed?”
“Yes, Honey, that’s a wonderful plan!”, I replied.
“Then let’s clear the breakfast table quickly, and then you can go take a shower. I’ll lay out something summery for you to wear and pack everything up. Let me know when you’re done showering and I’ll help you with your diaper.”
We slowly finished our delicious breakfast and put Honey’s plan into action. I went into the bathroom, changed out of my pajamas and opened my night diaper. As always, I proceeded with caution. It’s too easy for the wet, heavy diaper to fall to the floor or for one of the boosters to fall out. But also this morning everything went well and quickly the diaper was rolled up. Finally, I stood in the shower “dressed” only with chastity cage. As always, when she did not unlock me, I took extensive care of the cage contents by setting the shower to a hard concentrated stream. This hurt a little, but served its purpose. A short time later I stood still naked, but clean in the kitchen door. “Honey, I’m ready,” I called attention to myself.
“Go ahead and lay down on the changing table, I’ll be right there,” she replied.
So I continued to wait naked on the massage table for my Honey.
Shortly after, she came and took a Tena Active Fit from the closet and put it on me professionally as always.
“Wait a minute, if you’re already lying here, I’ll put your pants on as well”. She disappeared into the bedroom for a moment and came back with the clothes she had picked out for me.
When she unfolded the pants, I protested.
“Honey, these are my gym shorts. They barely go over the diaper and you can clearly see the bulge, I can’t wear them.”
“Baby, you know I don’t like it when you question my choices. I’ll keep that in mind. And besides, those pants look good on you and accentuate your tight ass, so of course you can go out in them. And I’ve explained to you a thousand times that you don’t have to be ashamed that you still need diapers, even if someone else sees that.”
Gritting my teeth, I had my pants pulled on and stood up. The waistband of the diaper peeked out of the top of my pants and the diaper was already clearly showing when dry. Honey handed me the T-shirt, which I also would have loved to criticize. But I bit my tongue and reluctantly put it on. It was a yellow t-shirt with a Chevrolet Corvette as a somewhat childish motif on the chest. And it was short, reaching just above the waistband of my gym shorts. A disaster. When bending over, sitting, or if the shirt slid up just a bit, my diaper would be visible. I guess she wanted to test me. But I didn’t dare contradict her.
Honey put on a nice, colorful, long summer dress and we left the house with picnic and diaper changing supplies in our backpacks. Honey had fortunately chosen the big country park a few towns over to the east, rather than a park in the big city to the west, where we had some friends I didn’t want to run into in my pants.
On the way there by train and bus, I kept nervously tugging at my T-shirt to make sure it hadn’t ridden up. Fortunately, no one was staring.
Once we arrived at the park, we spread the blanket out on a large grassy area. Only few others had a similar idea, so there were large distances between us and others.
We made ourselves comfortable and I took Honey in my arms. So we enjoyed the sun until the desire for a picnic grabbed us.
Honey unpacked the goodies and opened a bottle of champagne, which she had kept well chilled with cooling cuffs. We enjoyed our meal and continued to sun ourselves. With the coffee and juice from breakfast and the water and champagne from the picnic, my tena was already well wet.
Honey had been checking the fill level of my diaper all day by occasionally reaching into my crotch, and then noticed during her next check that it was time for a change.
“Baby, you’re all wet, we need to change that.”
“Yes, Honey, if you give me the backpack, I’ll go to the beer garden and change there in the bathroom.”
“Baby, why so complicated. There’s no one around, I’ll do it right here.”
I was startled and looked around. 4 small groups of Friends of the Sun were lying on their blankets some distance apart. A few strollers were strolling on the path around the large meadow and two park benches in sight were occupied. Lots of potential spectators.
“No Honey, you can’t,” I protested.
“Baby, I decide when and how your diaper is changed. I expect the proper respect from you and no crying. This is the second time today you’ve talked back. It makes me angry.
Meanwhile, Honey had already gotten a diaper out of her backpack. It was also a Betterdry. Even thicker than the Tena. Embarrassing.
For all to see, Honey spread out the diaper and fluffed it up.
Honey took off my pants and opened the wet Tena. She lovingly cleaned my diaper area with wet wipes. I lifted my butt and Honey pulled out the wet diaper and slid the dry diaper under me.
She sealed the tape and again heartily grabbed the outside of my cage to check for proper diaper fit.
Finally she pulled my pants back up and gave me a kiss.
"Thank you Honey,” I said dutifully.
“You’re welcome little one, I don’t want you to get sore in a wet diaper. I have to pee too though - I’m going to the bathroom at the beer garden.”
She packed the rolled up Tena in the transparent garbage bag with the few leftovers of our meal and ran off.
Fifteen minutes later, I saw her again on the walking path at the edge of the meadow. A woman sitting on a park bench approached her.
Honey sat down with her and the two talked for probably 10 minutes before both got up and walked in my direction.
As the two got closer, I got a better look at the woman. She was maybe in her mid-20s, had dark long hair and a normal, slightly padded figure, wearing tight jeans and a white blouse.
“Hey baby, this is Conny,” Honey said, turning to Conny, “Sit down!”
I greeted Conny kindly and she took a seat.
“Conny saw our diaper change and asked me why you were wearing diapers. I told her that you like to pee in your diaper and that you need it at least at night.”
Conny added: “A friend of mine once had a boyfriend with the same fetish. I found it fascinating, also because I study psychology. That’s why I approached your Honey.”
Honey, meanwhile, grabbed my waistband and motioned for me to lift my butt. She then took off my pants so that I was just lying there in a diaper and shirt.
Conny eyed me with interest. “Is this comfortable,” she asked me.
“Yes, very,” I began. Honey interrupted me, “He loves it and it’s good for him and therefore good for us.”
“That means the diaper improves your relationship - sexually, too?” asked Conny with interest.
“Yes,” Honey replied, “and since I locked him in the chastity cage, we enjoy even more s—.”
“S—?, without his part?”
“Yeah, he’s got a pretty small one anyway and has always been a quick squirter. He’s a great licker for that.”, Honey replied and I blushed. I don’t know how Honey manages to talk about intimate things so openly and easily.
“If I still had a diaper, I would take it off so that you could have a look at the cage, but we no longer have a replacement. If you like you can feel through the diaper. I can assure you, if you touch the diaper, you won’t get a lascivious hard cock in your hand, it’s caged.
Conny moved closer and actually quite courageously kneaded my cage through the diaper.
"Exciting, I would have liked to see properly.” Her hand still rested on the diaper and she made no effort to loosen it. This created a pleasantly uncomfortable feeling for me, making the cage feel tight.
“Come on, we can work this out. Baby stand up for a minute and you can look in the diaper waistband upstairs if you like. I just cleaned it fresh, after all.”
Conny nodded.
“I can’t stand up here now in just a diaper and shirt,” I protested.
“Conny, he’s well on his way to a spanking, I don’t know why he’s so petulant today.”
“Get up,” Honey turned to me again, “it reflects badly on me and my parenting efforts when you are so petulant.”
I gave up my resistance, “Conny, if you take your hand away from there, it will be easier to stand up.”
Startled, Conny snapped her brown eyes open and pulled her hand off my diaper.
I stood up slowly, making sure that at least no one was watching me directly. Conny and Honey also stood up.
“Do you want me to hold the diaper open,” Honey asked.
Conny looked at me and said quietly and a little uncertainly, “If I may, I’d be happy to do it…”
“Sure Conny,” Honey replied and I nodded to give Conny assurance
Conny grabbed my diaper waistband from the top front with two fingers and pulled the diaper away from my body. I pulled my belly in a little and she looked from above into the diaper. With the second hand Conny grabbed again from the outside through the diaper at my cage. She raised her head in a flash, “Oh, can I push it up a little.”
I nodded.
Conny looked down into the diaper again and courageously pushed on my testicles to push the cage up. I suppressed a rising “ouch” due to the pushing on my testicles, so as not to make Honey angrier.
Finally, Conny had seen enough and let go of me.
I immediately sat back down and tried to get the cage back into a comfortable position from the outside. Conny and Honey also sat down on the blanket. Conny had understood that I had nothing to say here and turned directly to Honey, “but the cage is small, doesn’t it hurt him?”
Honey replied, “first, he has a small part too and second, it’s good to have an erection nipped right in the beginning. Actually, he only has problems when I irritate him extremely. Then the cage pulls on his testicles.”
Thus a woman’s conversation developed between both about education methods with the man and with me in the special one. I lay next to it in a short T-shirt and diaper, I did not get my pants back.
Restocked: my fiancée ensures since November that I wear diapers 24/7 and use the toilet only for No. 2. I took out a subscription for this and get a monthly supply. The last few weeks, however, my diaper consumption has been pretty high (no idea where all the water comes from), so I had to place a small order out of line to avoid risking wet pants.
She doesn’t want to be disturbed tomorrow morning. Breakfast will be around 10:30h. Until then, I should stay in bed. So maximum capacity is needed tonight. Can’t wait to get changed into the Tykables Camelots.
