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“Do you hear him whining?  He acts like it's so hard to get a diaper change.  It’s not that bad.  I mean, obviously I’m not going to just change a pissy diaper.  Diaper money doesn’t grow on trees.  So, you know, we wait until the diaper is good and heavy.  ‘Ripe,’ I like to say, but he doesn’t like when I say that.  

“So then, he should be on his hands and knees.  He should beg in his best baby voice.  He’s gotten quite good at it.  I used to have to ask him to elaborate.  You know, like: ‘Tell me what you did in your diapers.  Tell me why you need to be changed.’  He’s gotten better.  He’ll come crawling right up to me now and immediately tell me all about the filthy mess he’s done in his pants.

“There was a time when that was enough...but, I’ve got him where I want him, right?  He’s desperate for a diaper change, so he’ll do anything I ask him to.  So of course I take advantage of it.  He’s so much better at pleasing me with his tongue when he’s desperate for a change.  Probably better like that than with his little dick.  Heaven forbid I’ve got company over.  Because I’m not a selfish person.  Why should I have all the fun?  So he’s going to have pleasure everyone.  My girlfriends love his desperate sucking and licking…once they get past the smell, I guess.  My boyfriends?  I mean, who’s going to turn down a blowjob from some desperate wimp in diapers?

“Then, and only then, will I finally change him.  Let’s be clear, I don’t like changing his diapers.  Dreadful dirty things.  But it almost seems worth it after all he’s had to endure just to get me to do it.

“He’s lucky he has me.”

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