I have a secret, and I’m deathly afraid to tell anyone. I have normal sex just like any other girl, but there’s another side to my sex life that I’ve never revealed to anyone. Up till now I’ve pursued it on my own, but it’s getting to the point that my relationship won’t be able to continue if I don’t come clean about my obsession. Here’s the thing: my mother, who was a bit of a loon, kept me in diapers until I was seven years old. That’s many years too long for someone to be kept in these plastic prisons, but like I said, my mom was a bit of a loon. It was only after I was taken into foster care at age seven that I was freed from the diapers and allowed to wear normal clothes.
Now, fast forward fifteen years and I’m 22 years old, just graduated from college and truly on my own for the first time. I dated a fair amount in college and even had sex a few times, but nothing really connected with me. I never found myself easily able to achieve an orgasm or intimacy with a guy. Some guys seemed more talented with their tongues and cocks, some guys were more attuned to my emotional needs as a woman, but no one was really able to hit the button and I wasn’t sure why. A month after I graduated college I found out exactly why. I remember I was watching an episode of CSI, a popular TV show, that featured a murder victim who had an adult baby fetish and liked to be put into diapers, bottle fed, punished, etc. Most people probably saw this episode and were a little put off by it. I, on the other hand, saw the episode and realized exactly what had been missing from my life.
The next day I went out and bought a package of adult diapers and headed home to my apartment. I felt a little awkward purchasing them but I just assumed that the clerk thought I was buying something for a grandparent. When I got home I went straight to the bedroom and pulled off all of my clothes. I pulled a fresh diaper out of the package and fastened it around my pelvis, encasing my genitals in the plastic prison that had been missing for so many years. When everything was in place I looked at myself in the mirror and nearly fell over from the strength of the feelings that overtook me. I couldn’t believe the power of the sensations I was experiencing. It was strange, but the feelings were highly erotic and sexually charged. I could feel my nipples harden and my pussy lubricate as if it was preparing for an invasion by a foreign cock. I hadn’t been this turned on in years. Experimenting, I gently ran a finger over my nipple. The sensation generated from that simple touch was more than I had felt in all my experimentations with men. All my nerve endings were jumping and firing, just from wearing the diaper.
In that moment I felt like a whole new world had opened up to me and I just needed to figure out how to play in that world. My first thought was that I would ask my current boyfriend to help me explore this part of my desires. I quickly squashed that idea though, reasoning that he would dump me long before he indulged me. My next thought was to head to the internet, the bastion of sexual fetishes that anyone could access. However, before I could do anything it was imperative to take care of the desire burning in my pussy. I lay down on the bed and fingered myself, rubbing my middle finger over my clit with furious pace, generating immense heat and pleasure. In less than a minute I came, a powerful orgasm washing over my body.
I sat on the bed for another minute or two before my original purpose made its way to the forefront of my mind and forced me into the office. I sat in front of the computer, still wearing nothing but a diaper, and looked up diaper fetish in Google. A huge list of sites popped up and I began searching through them all, one by one.
After several hours of searching I had discovered a great deal of useful information on diaper fetish. I had read stories, downloaded videos, and even reviewed interesting articles on how to pursue a diaper fetish without scaring your significant other. When all was said and done I felt deeply in touch with myself and my needs. I learned that what I wanted more than anything else was to be subjugated by someone else while wearing diapers. I wanted to feel like they were in charge of me; it was in a way a fetishistic take on parenting.
The next day I found just what I was looking for when I ventured into a diaper fetish chat room to test the waters. I posted my age and predilection (that I was into wearing the diapers), and within seconds I had messages from five guys telling me they wanted to get to know me better. Two of them even suggested we interact over a webcam, which I happened to own, and I must admit I was intrigued by the idea. I didn’t bite at first; instead choosing to continue chatting with the guys to see who would be a better match for me. Eventually I chose a guy named Robert, who said he was 35 years old and very much into diaper fetish. The thing that put Robert over the top was that he, through some miracle of fate, lived thirty minutes away from my apartment.
After chatting for a few more hours, and exploring some gentle diaper play over the chat program, I invited him over to my apartment later that night. He accepted and laid out a few rules for me. First off, when he arrived I was to be wearing a nightgown and nothing more, including underwear. Second, I needed to have an ample supply of diapers and baby powder. The third, and most important, rule was that I needed to be willing to accept any commands he gave me, regardless of how outrageous or scary they sounded. When I agreed to everything he said I’d see him in three hours exactly.
I turned the computer off and headed out to the store to by baby powder. After 45 minutes I returned home and killed the next two hours by drinking a glass of wine and reading a magazine. I could hardly concentrate on any of the words though because my mind was racing with the possibilities that the night held. Fifteen minutes before Robert was due to arrive I changed into my night gown and waited for him on the couch. When the doorbell rang I jumped off the couch and bounded down the stairs, throwing open the door when I reached it. Standing in front of me was a surprisingly good looking man about six feet tall with close cropped brunette hair. He had broad shoulders and a well built body. He stepped into the doorway and looked down on me.
“You’ve been a bad baby girl Hillary, and you need to be punished. I want you to go to your bedroom right now, I won’t be far behind.”
I didn’t speak a word to him; instead I simply turned around and headed to the bedroom, almost running through the door. Once inside I stood in the middle of the room and waited for him to join me. When he entered the room he spoke once again.
“I want you to take your nightgown off baby Hillary so we can put your diaper on to ensure that you don’t make a mess. We wouldn’t want the baby to ruin the nice sheets on her bed now would we?”
I pulled the nightgown over my head and stood their stark naked, by body shivering slightly in the chill of the room.
“Lie down on the bed Hillary,” he commanded.
I lay on my back on the bed with my pussy facing him. He stepped forward and grabbed a diaper from the package and the powder from the nightstand. With one hand he grabbed both of my ankles and pulled them up, exposing my pussy and ass to the air. With my ass off the bed he slid the diaper underneath and lowered me down again. Then he unscrewed the cap of the powder and liberally shook it out over my pelvic area, spreading the soft powder onto my pussy, stomach, and ass. When he was satisfied he put the powder down and finished attaching the diaper. After he was done my entire genital region felt safely ensconced in the plastic and cotton material of the diaper. He commanded me to stand up and as I did so I could hear the diaper creaking with each small movement. There would be no mistaking when I was coming down the hall with this thing on.
“You’ve been a bad girl Hillary, denying your desire to wear diapers for so long. You’ve been a very bad girl and you must be punished. I have decided that your punishment for today will be a spanking; twenty smacks on the ass to be exact. I want you to lie across my lap, right now.”
I looked in his eyes, and finding no trace of insincerity I laid across his lap, presenting my ass to him. The first smack landed hard and made a loud noise against the material of the diaper. By the fifth smack my ass was throbbing and each blow generated more. After the tenth slap I could feel his free arm moving its way up my torso, eventually coming to rest on my breast. When his next smack came down he took my nipple between his fingers and squeezed hard, eliciting a scream from my mouth.
“Try not to cry out baby Hillary; it will only make it worse. If you continue to cry out I may be forced to add additional smacks to your punishment.”
With each smack on my ass after that point he tweaked my nipple, pulling hard on it or pinching it between his fingers. The pain was immense, but I tried my best not to cry out, trying to avoid further punishment. As we were nearing the end of the punishment I noticed a curious feeling in my belly. It was an external force, and after a bit of thought I realized it was Robert’s erection pushing through his jeans. He was getting off on this, and in that moment I was genuinely pleased, because I was getting off on this too. When the punishment was finished I stood in front of him and made a meek request.
“Do you think I could help you with that Robert?” I asked, at the same time pointing towards his crotch.
“That would be great baby Hillary. Perhaps you can put to use all that skill you developed sucking on a pacifier. Here, let me get it out for you.”
Robert lifted himself off the bed and removed his pants, pulling down his underwear at the same time. When his dick popped free my eyes almost bulged out of my head. It was enormous! He was at least eight inches in length and a good four inches around. I had never sucked a dick that big and I wasn’t sure if I was up to the task. However, I had requested this privilege, so I would give it my best shot.
I dropped to my knees in front of Robert and went to work immediately, kissing his cockhead and running my tongue over it. I spread my spit around as much as I could, hoping to make its entrance into my mouth easier. As it turned out sucking Robert’s cock was not as great a challenge as I had imagined it would be. In fact, the head slipped into my mouth with relative ease and soon the shaft was sliding in as well. Before long I had three quarters of his length down my throat and I was moving in a good rhythm. He was clearly pleased too, moaning in delight and saying things like “That’s a good baby girl” over and over again.
In too short a time it was all over. After only five minutes of tasty sucking Robert shot his load, filling my mouth, throat, and stomach with his slippery semen. I swallowed it all down, greedily sucking every last drop like I was working on a baby’s bottle or a pacifier.
“You’re very good at that baby Hillary; perhaps we can practice again tomorrow. Now however, it’s time to go to bed. Why don’t you go brush your teeth and then climb under the covers?”
I did just as he asked and was soon tucked under the covers and sleeping soundly. A few hours later I felt him crawl into bed beside me and nestle his crotch right next to mine. I slept like a baby (ironically) that night and awoke the next day eager to explore the new realms of pleasure Robert had dreamed up for me.
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