#forced ageplay

I was out with my caregiver, crawling along the sidewalk, naked at the end of a light pink leash.  I was led to the outside of a restaurant and my leash was tied to the bike rack outside the door while my caregiver went inside to get a table and to order for us.

Sitting on the sidewalk, I tried to close my legs, but (in that dream way) I couldn’t find the strength to bring them together.  I struggled to hide my tender little private parts from the people who walked past, glancing down at me where I sat outside the door with my knees up, but I couldn’t close my thighs.  Worse, I felt a compulsion to touch myself, and after a few minutes I couldn’t stop; I was rubbing myself right in front of everyone, feeling the sun on my thighs while I masturbated vigorously by the restaurant’s front door.

Eventually my caregiver came back to get me.  My leash was untied and I was led into the restaurant on my hands and knees, then encouraged to climb onto the table and lie on my back, there in the middle of the packed restaurant.  My caregiver had a plate of chilled salad.  One by one, the rough, cold leaves were pushed into my bottom hole.  When the whole plate was empty, the oily dressing was thoroughly rubbed into my wet pussy, and then I was powdered and diapered while all the other customers watched and ate.

With my hole full of cold leaves, naked except for my diaper and my leash looped over the arm of my caregiver’s char, I was then expected to sit at the table and eat my meal with good little-girl manners.

This is a new (irregular) series by @helplesslyregressed aiming to provide a variety of creative behavior rules for ageplay-oriented BDSM relationships.

An underrated element of humiliating ageplay is baby powder.

(Personally, I am … maybe overly fond of the fancy tins of talc powder with scents like rose and lavender.  They’re feminine and old-fashioned, and my style of ageplay is very sort of … simultaneously controlling and hedonistic, rooted in this overtly regressive, pseudo-Victorian aesthetic.  Others insist on nothing but plain drugstore baby powder, and more power to ‘em.  But I go through a lot of the gift-y stuff you find in the fancy bath section at discount places.)

Depriving a regressed slave of the privilege of touching herself?  Let her do it only with a powder-puff … and send you a picture of the results to prove she’s desperate.

Looking for a lighter element of bathroom control?  Forbid a little one to use toilet paper.  If she wants to absorb any remaining moisture, that’s what her jar of baby powder is for.

And she has to take that with her if she leaves the house, of course.  While direct public exposure has all kind of consent issues, a lot of doms like to impose something on an adult baby to keep them just a little off-kilter: a childish bracelet, or a pair of baby-pink socks.  Making a woman carry a large plastic shaker of baby powder in her purse at all times is perfect for this.

This is a new (hopefully-to-become-a) series by @helplesslyregressed aiming to provide a variety of creative behavior rules for ageplay-oriented BDSM relationships.

One of my mostleastmost favorite behavior rules to be given is controls on my speech.  Not “speak when spoken to” – although obviously that has its place – but “No, only naughty girls ask for orgasms.  Ask for treatsinstead.”

There’s a mix of condescension and guidance in being corrected on my terminology (and sometimes punished for “speaking inappropriately”), and this works so well for online submissions because it’s a way of controlling the best way I have to express myself.  That, and there’s some sexyinfuriatingnotable elements of the top controlling the tone of the whole scenario by controlling the words I use.  An adult woman who is instructed to talk like a perfect polite, ankles-crossed little girl, but refer to her dom’s body with words like “Daddy’s tickler” and her own body with words like “little whore cunt” – that’s a specific dynamic.  A separate, more infantilizing and embarrassing dynamic is created when the same woman has to call her breasts “booboos” and refer to sex as “activities.”

Of course, this only works if it’s imposed on me … baby talk isn’t at all sexy unless it’s a Rule someone else made for me … but that’s true of pretty much everything when it comes to my sexuality.

Here are a few ideas for how a girl* can be made to refer to her own essential parts in order to give a scenario between consenting adults just the right kind of skeezy overtones.

*Now and always, please assume that anything on Helplessly Regressed refers to allgirls who are 18 and over, regardless of biological bits.

Neutral/Medical

Being required to say “private parts” is especially embarrassing for me because the very neutrality and vagueness of the term feels childish.  Medically accurate terminology can also feel affected and remind me of my role when I refer to “my vagina” instead of my usual adult terminology.

Vague/Made-up

Similarly to “private parts,” something extremely vague, like “my secret,” has a tantalizing thrill of the forbidden.  And making up a silly neologism for the naughty bits is just utterly humiliating.  I once subbed for someone who had me call my clit my “daisily-do.” Every time.

Animal-Related

If I’m having a sexy time while in little space, an imaginative aspect to how I refer to my body keeps me feeling a bit outside of my usual headspace and body image.  So I might, for instance, be made to talk about my “kitten cunt,” my “mouse” or my “puppy parts.”

Explicit

There’s somethingso fucked-up about being carefully taught to use unimaginably filthy words.  “No, that’s your cunt” – shiver.

Old-Fashioned

Words like “tuck,” “cunny,” and “flower” were once used more widely to refer to female genitalia; today, they’re deliciously retro and blushy to say, adding to a sort of Victorian governess or schoolmaster scenario (which is something I love).

Babyish

This is what I’m told to use most often, and from “no-no” to “bitties” to “potty parts,” it’s just so embarrassing.