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Hi! I’ve been going around Tumblr wanting to ask this question to a few Mommies to get a better understand of how I should go about this, but do you have any tips for new Mommies? My boy friend recently came out to me about his fetish and wants to start incorporating it into our lives every now and again. Though… I’m quite submissive in my own right and not sure how I should go about acting or feeling about any of this. I want to be what he wants and enjoy it too. I think I just need some help. Thank you in advance 🧡

Ok so there's no short answer to this.

First things first: in my opinion, the most important foundation for any kink-related activity is enthusiastic, informed consent from everyone involved. Please make sure you’re not being pressured into doing anything you don’t truly want to do. Consent isn’t just about saying “yes” — it’s about feeling safe, comfortable, and excited about what you’re participating in.

If something makes you uncomfortable or you’re not enjoying it, don’t do it. I strongly advise against engaging in anything that doesn’t bring you some form of pleasure or fulfillment. Your enjoyment and wellbeing matter just as much as anyone else's.

It’s tricky to offer detailed advice about the dynamic without knowing more about what your partner is interested in exploring, but I’ll do my best. 

The "Mummy" in me has always been there (I just didn't recognise it as that until it was introduced to me by an ABDL).

 I've always been nurturing and caring and I like being in charge, I was born to lead- but gently, which is why being a Mummy suits me- I adore it. Also I don't know if your partner is interested in exploring diapers but sadly, I know that many DL's feel a lot of shame around this desire. I have always been passionate about creating and celebrating joy- regardless of how 'weird' other people may think it is- my number one priority as a Mummy is to empower and encourage my little to embrace the diaper-loving side of him without shame- in fact we celebrate it!

I could easily delve into all the amazing reasons I love being a Mummy, but that is not what you asked!

I would recommend having a very open discussion with your partner about what parts of the MDlb dynamic appeals to him, and talk about how you can incorporate into your relationship- in a way that you enjoy also- are there any parts that appeal to you?

For some it's just sexual, for others it's a lifestyle. No two Mummy's are the same and two little's are the same.

The most important thing to remember is that as long as everything is ethical, respectful, and all parties involved are consenting adults, there is absolutely no shame in exploring this "adult playtime".

I’m not sure if your partner identifies as AB, but what I will say is that there can be a lot of shame and misunderstanding surrounding this. It’s important to remember that interests like this often stem from a need for comfort, emotional safety, or stress relief — not something “wrong” or unhealthy. Like any kink or identity, it deserves the same respect and acceptance as any other. If your partner has shared this, it probably means they trust you. Try to meet that vulnerability with curiosity and empathy. You don’t have to fully understand or participate right away — or ever — but approaching the topic without judgment helps build a safe space for you both.

My tips to start:

• Ask your partner what this dynamic means to them. Everyone experiences it differently — for some, it’s about emotional comfort/ regression; for others, it may include elements of kink. Understanding the “why” behind it can help you feel less uncertain. Is it about diapers or regression? Is it about loss of control or humiliation? Just make sure it’s not about removing all responsibility in the relationship — you deserve to be considered, respected, and prioritised as a partner.

Yes, as a Mummy, it’s my job to make sure my baby feels cared for and looked after — but he also has a responsibility to completely adore and worship me, and to do his best to make me happy and proud.

• Set boundaries. Don't feel pressured to do everything at once. It’s okay to take your time, and set limits. Consent and comfort go both ways.

• You don’t have to ‘roleplay’. When I'm a Mummy it's just an extension of who I am. I know some people are put off by the idea of being a “caregiver” because they assume it means doing everything for their partner. Let me be clear: being a Mummy does NOT mean becoming a slave to this man.

• Learn together. If you’re unsure or feel awkward, communicate with your partner and remember- it's ok to laugh!- sex is hilarious when you think about it. Kink doesn’t have to be serious.

Continue to read blogs, watch videos, connect with people/communities online- to give you a broader understanding of the dynamic and 'cherry pick' what works for you.

• Aftercare and regular check-ins are essential in my opinion. This dynamic often involves a lot of emotional vulnerability for both parties, it blurs alot of lines.

Make time to check in with each other — not just about what felt good, but also about what didn’t. Feeling safe, seen, and heard is important for both of you. Communication is so important, don't be frightened of it.

Just found your blog and Omg, it’s like every word you

Write is turning my little. I honestly hope you’re still active.

Please keep being you!

Awe, thank you sweetie.

I intend to be nothing but me 😊

Discovering your ABDL partner’s true identity and supporting them to not hide from it.

For some ABDLs, this is just a sexual fetish where they’ll wear once or twice a week for sex and that’s it. However, for the majority, it’s much more than that and you’ll know this if your partner wears a diaper outside of sex-oriented times and especially if they talk about how diapers make them feel better/happier and less stressed/anxious.

Realizing that this was more than just a fetish for my boyfriend was a big turning point for me and I made the decision that I wanted to help him accept and embrace who he was rather than him being ashamed. The mental health improvement for him of me doing this was greater than I could have imagined and is the main driver why I produce this content to try to help others.

The vast majority of ABDLs struggle with the feelings of shame and fears of their secret being discovered which often develop from childhood and their early teenage years. This comes from a general lack of acceptance of non-conformist lifestyles and it’s although it’s something we’re seeing change positively for LGBTQ+ people, widespread acceptance of ABDL is still a while away. This shame causes stress, anxiety, binge/purge cycles, and other mental health issues.

The crazy thing is ABDL is in no way “bad” or “wrong”, they have a preference to wear a different type of underwear which makes them feel better and enjoy not having to use dirty toilets all the time. Some might also like acting younger to destress or like the feeling of being forced to wear/use diapers. But crucially none of this has a negative impact on themselves as they aren’t causing harm to their bodies (unlike alcohol, fast food & drugs do) or harm to others around them. Equally wearing diapers isn’t even at all uncommon in the general population, in most western countries more adult diapers are sold than baby diapers now and it’s estimated that up to 10% of adults are wearing some sort of incontinent product on a daily basis.

I believe strongly that you should treat this as being part of their identity and not something that should be restricted, shamed, or avoided. 

A big challenge for partners though is because of this shame and feeling of guilt your partner is likely hiding some or all of their real identity from you. 

Discovering their true identity

Below are the key and common elements to ABDL identity and hopefully the questions under each section should help you identify which applies to your partner. You might be able to ask these to yourself but also don’t be afraid to directly ask your partner as well.

Diapers

Do they enjoy wearing adult diapers?

Does wearing diapers make them feel safer or more comfortable?

Are they less stressed or anxious when wearing diapers?

If nobody would find out, would they always wear a diaper?

If they’ve answered yes to 2 or more of these then it’s clear that wearing diapers is a key part of their identity.

Diaper usage

Are they happy to wet their diaper at home?

Are they happy to wet their diaper in public?

Are they happy to mess their diaper at home?

Are they happy to mess their diaper in public (as long as nobody is inconvenienced)?

Does the idea of being a bedwetter appeal to them?

Does the idea of being incontinent appeal to them?

These are straightforward but look for signs of hesitation. They might be embarrassed to answer these truthfully, especially the ones about messing so push hard to get an answer and tell they you just want the truth.

Middle Behaviors (4- 12 years old) 

Do they like acting like a child?

Do they enjoy childish activities such as coloring, playing with lego, and watching cartoons?

Do they like to dress in childish clothing such as bright colors & printed t-shirts?

Treat these responses as a way to work out how “middle” they are. Think of this like a spectrum from not a middle at all to they would love to live life as a middle.

Baby Behaviors  (1- 3 years old) 

* Do they often wear baby-themed adult diapers?

* Do they like to wear patterned onesies?

* Do they have or would like to wear other adult baby clothing at home?

* Do they feel more relaxed when sucking on a pacifier?

* If they could choose would they like to drink from bottles or sippy cups?

* Are they able to regress and act like a baby or toddler?

* Do they enjoy watching baby and toddler TV shows?

* Would they like to add AB furniture to our home, like a crib or high chair?

Treat these responses as a way to work out how “baby” they are. Think of this like a spectrum from not having baby tendencies, to they would love to like life as a baby if they could. Most people will be in the middle area of these extremes.

I’d divide this up into 5 levels:

No AB tendencies = answered no to all of the questions

Novice AB = Answered yes to the top two questions and maybe one other question

Intermediate AB =  Answered yes to 4 questions but potentially struggles to regress fully

Experienced AB = Answered yes or potentially to most questions

Full AB = Answered yes to everything

Forced Diapers & Regression

* Do they like the idea of being forced to wear diapers?

* Do they like the idea of being forced to use their diapers?

* Do they like the idea of being forced to be a baby?

* Do they like the idea of being treated as / dressed as a different gender? (e.g. man dressed as a baby girl)

* Do they like the idea of being restrained such as through bondage or locking clothing? 

If they answer yes to a question, ask how often they’d want to feel forced. Is it just occasional or all the the time. It would be quite common for someone to answer they’d like to be forced to wear diapers all the time but only occasionally forced to be a baby.

What’s next?

Asking these questions to yourself or them directly should now give you a good idea of their ABDL identity.

Diaper wearing and usage

Let’s start with the first two sections on diapers and usage. Seeing as you’re reading this I’m sure they answered yes to most of the diaper questions. It’s also likely they like using their diapers for at least wetting.

Given you now know that wearing and using diapers makes them happier you should ask yourself what is stopping them from wearing all the time. The answer is likely a combination of:

* They’re worried you won’t approve

* They feel guilty about having these desires generally

* They feel awkward wearing around you or asking if they can wear 

* They’re worried they’ll be discovered

* They’re in a period of low self-worth after an orgasm

The first three you can solve by actively encouraging them to wear as much as possible, you know this makes them happier and have better mental health so for me at least this was a no-brainer.

The fear of discovery is massively overblown, give them assurance their diaper is hidden when leaving the house and in the extremely unlikely event someone does notice you can easily say their having some waterworks issues. People however unless very close friends or family won’t mention anything.

This final one is extremely common in men and the best way to solve is by making sure either they have no choice but to stay diapered after an orgasm or use a chastity cage to prevent them in the first place. The latter I’ve found to be very helpful for my partner if you’re open to it and it has lots of benefits for you too.

So I overall I cannot recommend highly enough that  you encourage or force your partner to be diapered as much as possible. You might want exceptions for work and family initially but your goal (knowing that the time in diapers helps them) is to keep them diapered as much of each day as feasible.

If they didn’t answer with a hard no to any of the first 4 usage questions, then their diapers should be their toilet when wearing. If they do have a hard limit on messing then that can be accommodated but make sure it’s not just them saying what they think you want to hear.

Regression

If they identify as middle then this is easy to accommodate and just make sure you let them know that you want them to explore this side of themselves and they shouldn’t feel embarrassed to do childish activities at home. Buy them coloring books, lego sets and put cartoons on tv for them without them asking are easy ways to show this support.

Most will have identified with baby activities to some degree. If they’re in the novice or intermediate categories then your main role is to be supportive and encourage them with these simple baby elements. Help them pick out baby-themed diapers for the day or buy new ones online together. At night always have them dressed in a baby onesie and encourage a pacifier to be used before bed. Giving them a nighttime drink in a bottle will show your support and is convenient to drink in bed.

If they’re in the experienced or full ab categories you will need to consider more significant involvement. At these levels you should try help them get into a baby headspace lasting several hours at least 3 times a week. When in this headspace you should treat them completely as a baby, helping feed, check and change them and giving them baby toys or shows to watch. This time will massively destress them so it’s worth the effort. Outside of these times baby clothing and diapers should be the norm at home with pacifier usage encouraged at any time they want. If you have a spare room and can afford it, creating a dedicated nursery for them can be life-changing for them and keep everything in one easy place which can be locked when you have guests.

This might feel extreme to you right now but our experience is people become more AB over time so you should prepare the slowly move up the bands.

Forced Diapers & Regression

I don’t think this element gets talked about enough but many ABDLs are driven by the desire for it to be forced upon them.

If they’ve said they want to be forced to wear and use diapers occasionally then make sure that a few times a week you present them with diapers and tell them they’re in them until you say so. Forcing them to use their diapers can be achieved through making sure they drink plenty and using laxatives or suppositories.

If they have said they’d like to be forced all the time then the solution is clear. Read our article on making the decision for them and return them to diapers full time, make it clear you’re forcing this decision for them as you know it what they want and it will be good for them. They will resist at points but stand firm, they’ll thank you later. 

Even if they’re in diapers full time with no toilet privileges, you should still force them to truly lose control twice a week. I recommend doing one suppository a week; before watching tv or a film together, before sending them out of the house to go shopping or randomly in the daytime when their next change is a few hours away. And also using a tablet laxative once a week which can be given in the evening to ensure they lose control overnight.

Depending on their answer to being force to be baby, use this to dictate the frequency. If occasionally, then a few times a week make sure you treat them as a baby at the more extreme end. For example have an evening where you feed them their dinner while they sit in AB clothes and a thick diaper. Or surprise them with a whole day at the weekend where they must act like a baby.

If they’re like that more permanently, use the same guide as above but make sure they’re always in baby attire at home. You should also seriously consider creating a nursery room if possible.

Gender is easy as if that’s something they want just switch the types of diapers and clothing you buy for them and call them your baby girl, etc.

Bondage elements should generally be included if forced diapers is something they need. At a minimum use restrictive clothing to prevent them from accessing their diapers, rear zipping onesies or all-in-ones are ideal. Even adaptive clothing combined with padded mittens works well. When unsupervised access to their diapers should be prevented where possible and they should get used to asking to be changed or released if they’re changing themselves.

A locking diaper cover or belt is a good addition. Finally, they should experience times when they’re completely restrained and using their diapers is forced upon them. For daytime a straightjacket is ideal and it is perfect to watch TV together or prevent them from using their phone. My favorite is using bed restraints combined with an overnight laxative so they experience a true feeling of helplessness.

Summary

Hopefully this has been helpful and helps you understand what your partner identifies as. If this all feels too much I’d recommend starting with the diaper and usage elements first as this is normally the most important step and then layer in the AB and forced elements over the next couple of months.

I’m also conscious that I’ve likely missed off a big section I should have covered so let me know in the comments.

Now listen to Mummy.

I’m going to be super busy with work this week, so I won’t be around much—but you know just how much I care about your wellbeing and stress levels, don’t think for a second that my absence means you're off the hook...

So here’s what you're going to do.

I want you to make sure you relieve yourself, I want you to do cummies, but only when I say so.

Don’t let all that tension build up too much—self love is important to Mummy remember? But we have standards in this house, don't we? ...and I expect you to meet them.

I want you feeling good, not frustrated, and my poor baby struggles if he's pent up, doesn't he?? Not that you recognise it...

That little brain of yours just doesn't work...

But first, you’re going to sit there and show Mummy exactly what you do with those silly little fumbly hands. Go on—don’t be shy.

I want to watch you try and make cummies.

It’s adorable, really, how seriously you take it, like you actually know what you’re doing...

Oh and I’ll be stopping you when your breathing gets all funny and your little face goes all blushy...oh baby, you're just the cutest...

Don't worry, I'll be pointing out every little mistake, telling you to put more effort in for Mummy, setting the pace, maybe some words of encouragement—because clearly someone needs a lot of help!

Good thing Mummy’s here to teach you properly…I want 100% effort...as always.

Tell Mummy, on a scale of zero to five...how close are you to cummies?

Ohhh, only a 4.5?

...try harder for Mummy...

Faster.

Keep going baby...

That's my boy...⭐❤️

Calling him a pretty baby when he cums all over his stomach and he gives me that blissed out smile, his eyes a little hazy as he tries to look up at me. Ugh i would give anything to be seeing that right now 😭

Rules For Littles In Diapers Or Pull-Ups

You are in diapers or pull-ups for a reason, but they are not interchangeable!  What are the expectations for littles?

Use your diapers (very) often, that’s what it’s they’re for and that’s why you’re in them!

Using your diaper (often) is totally okay, and is 100% expected that you do (you are not expected to ask if you need to use it, just use it).

It’s never an “accident” to use your diaper, but it’s an accident if your diaper leaks (your caregiver can decide if the accident is your fault and what (if any) corrective actions need to be taken).

If you hold it and then go all at once, you greatly increase chances for an accident, and having it be your fault.

You should be doing little tinkles in your diaper about every few minutes or so (you need to keep that bladder empty, and also make sure you hydrate).

If you have a caregiver, it is typical that you won’t even be allowed to touch, or change your diapers, or even ask for a diaper change (hopefully your caregiver is attentive and will be taking care of your diapers (and other needs) for you).

If you have a caregiver, you should cooperate fully with having your diaper checked, and having your diaper changed (if you don’t and your diaper leaks (which it will eventually), then it’s your fault and you will be in trouble).

If you’re in pull-ups, the rules are very different than when you’re in diapers, and you’ll need to be more disciplined or face discipline!

Your pull-up is like protective underwear (trainers) and is there “just in case”.

You are expected to try to keep your pull-ups clean and dry, unless you ask your caregiver and they say its okay for you to use it (like if you’re stuck in traffic, or at a concert or movie, or having tummy troubles and can’t make it to a potty in time)

Unlike diapers, going potty in your pull-ups is an accident and might get you in trouble (like getting spanked and put back in diapers until further notice).

You won’t be allowed to take your pull-up off, unless your caregiver says its okay, but you will probably be allowed to pull them down to go potty in the toilet and pull them back up when you’re done.

Pull-ups are way more likely to leak than diapers.  Having an accident in your pull-up and having it leak could mean double-trouble for you (and your rear-end).

Having to change your used pull-up will not be popular with your caregiver because some of your clothes might need to be taken off completely before you can be cleaned up and and get put into a fresh pull-up.  Keep in mind, that it might be easier for the caregiver to rip the pull-up off, give you a (deserved) spanking, then tape you into a fresh diaper, then to take your clothes off.

If the additional expectations are causing stress, it might be a really good idea to very sweetly ask your caregiver to put you back in diapers instead of using your pull-ups and getting in trouble. Long car rides, air travel, movies, concerts, vacations (Disney!), afternoon naps, sleeping, sicknesses (tummy troubles!), and getting over stressful times, are some very common (and good) reasons for being put back in diapers.

I expect better behavior now that it’s clear what the rules are!

It’s been such a big week for my sweet baby, and Mommy couldn’t be prouder. After lots of cuddles, encouragement, and more than a few soggy diapers, we’ve started practicing potty time like a big kid. 💕 Of course, Mommy knows it’s a big change—and that accidents are all part of learning. That’s why the potty seat is always nearby, your reward chart is full of stars (and stickers!), and Mommy is always ready with warm snuggles, no matter what.

Sometimes, we make it in time—and oh, how Mommy claps and coos when she hears that tiny tinkle in the little potty. Other times, we don’t, and that’s okay too. Pull-Ups are there to catch little slips, and Mommy always has wipes and fresh padding ready. But we always talk about what a big step it is, trying so hard, and how proud Mommy is just watching you try. 🌸

Of course, if my little one gets too fussy or bratty about potty time… well, then Mommy has her own ways of helping. Maybe some enforced diaper time. Maybe a paci to remind you who’s in charge. Or maybe you’ll be spending a little extra time in the corner with your bare bottom while Mommy watches and waits for that little "I'm ready now, Mommy" whisper.

But at the end of the day, this is our journey, little one. Your soft whimpers when you're unsure, your bashful looks after an accident, the way you reach for my hand when you’re trying to be brave—Mommy sees it all. And every step toward the potty is a step deeper into Mommy's love and control. You’ll get there, baby. Mommy always makes sure of that. 💗

Mommy's Home...

Mommy's home sweetie! That's right I'm back from my work trip. Did you have fun while I was gone? Did you miss me? Your sitter said you were 'mostly' well-behaved...

Oh, my goodness. Look at you so adorable! Aww yeah, I missed you too. That's it, crawl to me. Come say hi to Mommy and give her a big kiss!

What have you got there, baby boy? Oh my, did you find your keys? How exciting! However, your sitter said you threw a little tantrum. Something about wanting your own keys? Is that true baby, were you being naughty? Well, it looks like you got what you wanted. You are such a fussy little guy, sometimes I think you're a bit spoiled.

Of course, they're your keys baby. Oh, I see. Do you like the one on mommy's necklace? No, no, this is my special key. I'll always keep it safe and secure (just like you, baby).

Now, where's Mommy's kiss?

Artist: floofnfluff

Catching him masturbating without permission, but instead of making him stop or punishing him, I pull up a chair and tell him to keep going. Whole time he's whining, bucking his hips and begging for mommy over and over, but no. You went against the rules. You should feel thankful I'm even looking at you.

The need to pet a pretty little boy's head and coo about how handsome and cute he is while he turns redder and redder ♡♡

Aww! You filled your diaper, but mommy is a bit busy right now, so she doesn't have time to change you.

But it's icky? It's starting to itch and it feels really gross? Okay sweetie, here's some things you can do to try earning a change early.

🎀 Ask Mama what chores you can do around the house.

🐌 Sit quietly and play with your toys.

⛈️ Go in it some more. Clearly you haven't used your diaper enough to need a change. (this may backfire.)

🎺 Throw a temper tantrum (this will probably backfire.)

😵‍💫 Humiliate yourself. Tell her you're just a baby who can't make it to the potty without a grown-up's help, and now you need an adults help because you've went wee-wee in your diaper.

😮‍💨 Accept it. Mama's the boss around here. If she tells you that she doesn't want to change a saggy diaper right now, you just really don't have a choice in the matter.

🥰 Reblog with what emoji you're going with! 🥰

"Shoes off sweet boy," I said the moment he stepped in the door, it was late. "Phone on the shelf."

He sighed, taking his shoes off.

"Work's done, no need to think anymore, you're home."

It was an intense day, he looked exhausted- lost in that pretty little head...

"You didn't have time for lunch again", I said. Not a question. A fact.

"Mummy can tell..."

He shook his head. "My meetings ran over. I was going to, just grabbed something on the trai—"

"Shhhh", I cut in, soft but stern. "You're done making decisions. Bathroom. Now."

He didn’t argue. Just nodded, already unbuttoning his shirt as he headed up the stairs. I had the bath ready with his favourite bubbles. He paused when he saw it.

"Oh Mummy..."

“Let Mummy help you do a big boy peepee first..." —I stood behind him, my hips pressed against his back, my hands making my way round his waist, unbuttoning his fly as his trousers dropped to the floor...— "I take care of what’s mine, and you are mine." I whispered in his ear as my hands held him, his body relaxing into mine.

"Now, flush the toilet and get in the bath."

He did as he was told.

Once he was settled in the water, I sat on the edge of the bath and gently washed his face and hair, taking care to not get any soap in his eyes. I worked my way down his body, neck, shoulders, arms- washing away the day...

I watched as the assertive, directing man with never ending responsibilities slowly melted into my baby before my eyes.

He didn’t need to perform or initiate here, he needed to feel safe and protected. I took my time making sure he was clean and dry.

Then we brushed our teeth together, took my time applying baby lotion, talc, gently wrapping him in the biggest diapee I could find and my favourite tortoise pyjamas.

"Time for bed." I peeled back the sheets- he shuffled under, so sleepy...

"Come here Gorgeous boy" I whispered as I climbed into bed next to him, pulling him close to my chest and pushing his favourite dummy between his lips.

"You’ve done enough. Let Mummy take care of the rest."

Stroking his hair and covering his face with the tiniest kisses, I whispered: "I’m so proud of you, you know? You worked so hard today."

I held him a little tighter, letting my hand rest gently at the nape of his neck.

My strong, brilliant boy—peaceful in my arms, exactly where he belonged.

He was mine to guide. Mine to protect. His eyes closed and his breathing slowed to a rhythmic pace...

And now, finally, he could rest knowing he was safe, wrapped in Mummy's love...

❤️

Discovered your blog recently, you have some really nice posts, and it's all wonderful to read!

Definitely puts my mind in certain little spaces 🫠😇

Now a question: What's your writing process like? I tend to enjoy writing small things myself but sometimes kinda get mental blocks or not inspired for a long time

Thanks for reading, and have a good day 🙏

Thank you for your sweet words ♥️

Writing my little stories brings me joy—it’s a personal outlet that I cherish deeply. I write purely for myself and began on impulse one evening.

Many of my stories are inspired by real-life moments shared with a certain little cutie, so I don’t follow a set process, and they're usually shaped by my thoughts, feelings, and desires at the time.

I’ve always been creative, but storytelling is new for me—and I’m loving it.

Just write what you love. Creative blocks are a natural part of the process, so try not to be too hard on yourself when they come up. Be kind to your mind—those moments will pass, and your inspiration will find its way back to you.

It’s raining today. The kind of soft, steady rain that makes the whole house feel sleepy.

I glance out the window, watching the drops trail down the glass like little rivers. “No playground today, lovebug,” I say gently.

Little one pouts—just a little—and hugs their stuffie tighter. “But I wanted to go outside…”

“I know, sweetheart. But you know what we can do?” I smile, ruffling their hair. “We can stay in and build the coziest blanket fort ever. Just you, me, and Mr. Bun.”

Their eyes light up like I’ve just offered them the moon. “With fairy lights?”

“With fairy lights and cookies,” I promise.

We pull the cushions off the couch, drag big blankets from the linen closet, and string up twinkly lights around the edges. Little one helps by holding the tape and directing where each pillow should go—“No, Mommy, that one goes in the corner, not the middle!”

Eventually, we crawl inside, surrounded by soft pillows and the glow of the lights. It smells like vanilla from the cookies in the oven and fresh rain from outside. Little’s giggling about something silly their stuffie “said” when I notice the little squirm. The kind of wriggle I know very well.

I nudge them gently. “Baby… do you need a change?”

Their cheeks go pink instantly. “N-No…”

I raise an eyebrow and give them The Look. “Sweetpea…”

They hide their face in Mr. Bun and mumble, “…Maybe.”

I scoot closer, voice low and soft. “It’s okay, love. Accidents happen, remember? That’s why Mommy keeps you padded and safe. Nothing to be embarrassed about.”

They peek out at me, cheeks still warm, but nodding.

I guide them out of the fort and onto the soft mat we keep nearby, humming a lullaby while I grab the wipes and a fresh diaper. They fidget a little, still blushing, trying not to meet my eyes.

“Hey,” I say, touching their nose with my fingertip. “You’re being so good for me. Such a brave little one.”

Their lips twitch into a shy smile, and they finally relax. I talk to them softly as I work—gentle wipes, clean powder, a snug new diaper with little stars on it. “There we go, all clean and cozy.”

Once they’re taped up and snuggly again, I scoop them into my lap and kiss their forehead.

“Now back into the fort,” I say, whispering like it’s a secret mission. “We’ve got cookies to eat and stories to read, and a very brave little one who deserves extra snuggles.”

domme women who are kind and gentle about your insecurities and make you feel loved always go to heaven

especially if they also degrade you and call you a slut

Love to close my eyes and imagine the sight of pulli ng my face away from mommy’s pussy, all the spit and her wetness sticking between my face and her body before I take a breath and go down on her again, i just live the thought of being a messy eater

"Have you had any water this morning?"

I ask the question softly, but my eyes lock onto his. I don’t look away. I watch him.

There it is—the flicker of guilt, the way his gaze flinches just slightly before that little crease forms between his brows.

He doesn’t answer. He doesn’t need to.

"Say it," I murmur.

"I… forgot," he admits, voice low. Shameful.

I take a step closer. "No. You ignored it. There’s a difference."

He opens his mouth—probably to argue—but I raise a brow. One slow lift, paired with unbroken eye contact, and he shuts it again.

"Water." I say, the word sharp as a command.

He grumbles something under his breath as he turns toward the sink, but he goes. I don’t even have to repeat myself.

He fills a glass and starts to drink.

"That’s one," I say smoothly. "Pour another. That attitude earned you extra."

He pauses mid-sip. "But Mummy I don't like water and I have lots of meetings this afternoon and I’ll have to pee..."

I walk up behind him, close enough that he can feel me behind him. My voice brushes his ear.

"And whose fault is that?" I ask, soft but firm. "Do you think being careless with your body doesn’t come with consequences? Remember how important your kidneys are."

He swallows. I don’t even have to see his face to know he’s blushing.

He starts pouring the second glass and turns around to look at me making my way over to the rug.

I point to the floor and he knows it's his cue to come and lay for changies.

"Can I just use the big boy toilet today?"

I remain silent as I kneel down and pull over his changing bag, open it and start to pull out what I need.

"This is non-negotiable, and I don’t want to hear another word about—"

I stop mid-sentence as I turn and see him.

He’s standing there, arms crossed, a little spark of defiance in his eyes—testing me.

I let the silence stretch.

I lock eyes with him.

"Come. Here. Now."

He doesn’t move. Stubborn boy...

"I'm not asking again."

His arms drop. His shoulders dip.

"Please, no diapees today...these meetings are important..."

His voice wavers—but it’s enough. I know what’s coming.

"But Mummmmy I don't wanna..."

Here he is.

My little whiney boy.

I say nothing. Just lift one eyebrow and point to the floor in front of me. One sharp, deliberate gesture.

His eyes widen, just for a second. A soft sigh leaves him, full of resistance he doesn’t have the strength to act on.

He drags his feet, slow and sulky, but I don’t move. I watch him.

Each reluctant step is a little surrender. A quiet admission.

When he finally reaches me and sinks to the floor, I let the silence hang.

"Look sweetie..."

I pull his dummy out of the bag and push it between his lips,

"...stop being such a fussy boy. You have said yourself that this afternoon is going to be busy, if you don't have to leave your computer to do pee pees it will be easier. Have we already forgotten our little accident the other day? 'Little Mr Leaky Pants"

I gently *boop* his nose with my index finger then yank down his trousers and 'big boy' pants.

"Bum up for Mummy"

He does as he is told and presses his hips into the air as I slide a fresh nappy under his butt and he starts to lower them...

"Nah uh, Keep them up now for Mummy."

His tear filled eyes watch as I reach into the bag and pull out a second diapee and position it on top of the first.

Some inaudible muffled words attempt to navigate his dummy but it's pointless, I can't understand him. Silly baby...

"Shhhh. No talkies. Two nappies for my fussy boy" I say as I open his legs and push his knees up to his chin... "Hold them up for Mummy"

Taking my time, I gently swirl cream around his cute little hole with my finger, smooth some talc in my favourite creases and carefully tape up both nappies.

One on top of the other.

I direct him as he reluctantly places a foot, one-by-one into the legs of his trousers and shuffle them up to his hips. It's a tight squeeze over all that padding.

"There. Now you're ready for your big boy meetings."

I reach out with both hands and I pull him to a seated position so his face meets mine.

He doesn’t resist. Just lets me guide him, pouting the whole way.

That little frowny forehead of his—creased in the middle like he’s trying to stay mad, trying to hold onto some tiny shred of pride.

I let my thumb brush over the wrinkle.

"Such a face," I murmur, as I lift his chin up with my hand, more amused than anything.

"You pout like you’re not the one who put yourself here..."

“So, what do you like to do in your free time?”

“Uhmmmm does diapering up high functioning adults and turning them into babies that heavily depend on their mama and ask for milkies count? No? Well god forbid a girl has hobbies”

Oh sweetpea, you're grinding so hard on Mummy's leg, are you excited about something?

Do you want to play grown-up humpies?

*Giggles*

What was that sweetie? I can't hear you...use your words...

You want to do it like you see them do in the films?!

Oh Pudding, both you and I know you're just a baby so you won't be able to manage it properly, but that's ok with Mummy...we can play...

Let me untape that big soggy nappy, it must be so heavy and BULKY inbetween your legs!

Oh my goodness! It's so warm — and FULL!

Has the big wet diapee got you all excited? Does it feel good rubbing against your little special bits???

So cute...who's Mummy's soggy botty boy??? Is it you?!

I think it might be....

Now, come closer to Mummy...

I want you between my thighs...

I need you to feel how wet you've made Mummy's pussy—

—not in a pissy way like your diapee...

That's it baby, just hold still.

There's no pressure, you'll probably get too overwhelmed...

Let Mummy's hips do all the rocking...

Keep still. Hold on tight to Mummy's hips...

All you have to do is lay there and look pretty while Mummy rubs against you...

Feels nice huh? — Mummy using you to get off like this...

...but don't forget- we are pretending to do grown up humpies- just playing...it can be our little secret...

daydreaming about watching a pretty boy masturbate.

The moaning, the shaking, the facial expressions.

"Come on, cutie. One more time for me?" And again. And again.

him looking up at you with low lids and little hearts in his eyes while his nose is pressed to your cunt

I love making craters 🌕 In my soggy diapers 🥵

Awww, you're so cute! Who's mommy's good boy? Come get your treat (while spreading my legs)

Ever put on a diaper, and just lay there, taking a deep breath, and just think "this was a good idea?"

Oral from someone absolutely completely utterly fully and wholly obsessed with you

Looks down at my little one and sees that they are covered from head to toe in mud

I look down at my little one and see they're covered head to toe in mud.

“Baby boy, what on earth did you do outside?!”

“I was making mud pies! I made you one.” He holds up a squishy pile of mud, rocks, and sticks, proudly offering it to me. I'm pretty sure I see a worm wriggling in there somewhere.

“Oh, love, that’s so sweet... but I think we should feed the earth instead. She’s hungry, mommy isn’t.”

I watch as he gently places the pie back on the ground, softly murmuring, “Here, earth, have some num nums.” My heart melts. This boy is just the sweetest.

Once he's done, I scoop him up and start tickling him. “My sweet little one is so muddy now... whatever shall I do with you?”

“Bath! Bath! Bath!” he chants, giggling. He really loves the one-on-one time mommy gives him when he's in the tub.

I carry him to the bathroom, his feet kicking excitedly. He’s still laughing as I gently undress him, and he looks up at me with those sparkling eyes, full of trust and joy. The warm water starts to fill the tub, and I add a bit of bubble bath. He giggles, watching the bubbles grow and froth.

“Mommy, make lots of bubbles!” he says, his face lighting up.

I smile and grab the little bubble wand, creating a mountain of frothy bubbles, and gently place him into the water. He sighs happily as the warmth surrounds him. His hands begin to scoop up the bubbles, squishing them between his fingers, his giggles filling the room.

I softly wash him, gently scrubbing the last bits of mud away from his skin. He relaxes against the edge of the tub, his eyes half-closed, as I carefully clean every spot. When I finish, I rinse him off, watching him giggle as the water swirls around him. He loves this part, where I pour the water over him and watch the bubbles wash away.

“Are you all clean, baby?” I ask, wrapping him in a warm, soft towel.

“Yes, mommy!” he says, a huge grin spreading across his face.

I cuddle him close, drying him off as he snuggles into me, his body warm from the bath.

Uh oh 😭

Tummy Time 😇

As the crinkling and moaning continues I hear you let out a frustrated sigh. Chuckling softly I place my book down, stand from my spot and kneel down next to you.

Patting your diapered bottom I ask you, “Awwww what’s wrong baby?”

You turn your head and I laugh as you pout around your paci.

“Does someone need a little help?”

You shake your head up and down quickly.

Helping you kneel I hold you around your waist pressing against your back and diapered bottom. Leaning over I grab a pillow off the sofa and toss it down gently then toss your special humpy pillow on top of it. Still holding your waist I move forward with you, knee walking together.

Nipping your neck playfully I help lower your hips to the pillows, with them being up a little higher you can hump better. Keeping close to you I slip my hands on your hips and move my hips with yours. Continuing to guide you as you hump your pillow. Your whimpers and moans continue louder this time.

Whispering in your ear telling you “what a good baby you are for mommy. That a good baby gets to make cummies in their diapers for mommy.”Smiling as your moaning gets louder and more erratic

Pressing my hips forward rubbing against your diapered bottom as we hump together feeling how thick your diaper is. Smiling as I listen to you start to grunt and make long awaited cummies in your diaper.

You lay down on your tummy on top of your pillow panting and I slowly move from behind you. Rolling you over carefully onto your blankey I hand you your stuffie. You play with your stuffie as I rub your legs to take the ache away.

Looking up I see you watching me. The angle we are at you can see down my shirt and you start to make grabby hands. I kiss each of your hands and help you up so we can snuggle on the sofa as you rest after such a work out.

I lay down and you lay on top of me. Resting your head on my chest, your hand slipping up to cup my breast. Kissing the top of your head I turn the tv on and put a Disney movie on for you. Rubbing your back and patting your diapered bottom.

You close your eyes as you rub your face in my chest. I hear and feel the tell tale signs of you wetting your diaper. Your diaper getting warm against me but not getting me wet. Kissing the top of your head again I tell you how proud of you I am while you hide your face in my chest and settle in for your nap.

The warm glow of candlelight flickered against the tiled bathroom walls, casting a soft, golden hue over the room. The air smelled of lavender and vanilla, mixing with the faint, powdery scent that always seemed to linger around Little. Mommy reclined in the tub, the water embracing her as she exhaled a slow, contented sigh. After a long, busy week, this was her moment to unwind.

But tonight was special. Tonight, she had company.

Just a few feet away, sprawled out on his tummy with crayons scattered around him, Little hummed to himself. He had been so proud when Mommy had told him he’d earned this treat—staying up late, coloring beside her while she took her bath. His little feet wiggled behind him, clad in the soft, footed pajamas she had picked out, the ones covered in tiny duckies. The familiar bulge of his thick nighttime diaper peeked out as he squirmed, a telltale sign that he had soaked it but hadn’t yet noticed, too lost in his colorful world.

Mommy watched him, her heart swelling. His pacifier bobbed slightly as he babbled around it, mumbling half-formed thoughts about his day at daycare.

“An’ then, an’ then, Miss Katie say I share really good! I let Sammy have my blocks even when I was still usin’ dem!” He turned his head to look at her, his wide, proud eyes meeting hers. His paci slipped slightly, revealing a delighted, slightly drooly smile.

Mommy smiled back, warmth spreading through her chest. “That was very kind of you, sweetheart. I bet Sammy was really happy.”

Little nodded so hard his curls bounced. “Mhm! Miss Katie said I’m the bestest sharer today!” He went back to his coloring, his brows furrowing in concentration as he pressed a blue crayon hard against the paper.

Mommy took a sip of her wine, watching him, savoring the simple joy radiating off him. He was so innocent, so pure, completely immersed in his little world. His diaper crinkled as he shifted, making the slightest squish, and she knew he’d wet it again. She could have pointed it out, but she didn’t. Not yet. He was so engrossed in his art, his little legs kicking lazily behind him, his tiny fists wrapped around the chunky crayons. There was no rush.

“Whatcha drawing, baby?” she asked, her voice thick with affection.

He lifted his paper, beaming. “It’s us! You in da tub, an’ me colorin’ an’… an’ Teddy’s here too!” He jabbed a chubby finger at the brown blob that was undoubtedly his favorite plush bear.

Mommy chuckled. “It’s beautiful, my love. Can I keep it when you’re done?”

His eyes widened, as if the honor of having his artwork kept forever was too much to handle. He nodded vigorously. “Yuh-huh! You can put it on da fridge!”

She reached out, her wet fingers brushing over his soft hair, ruffling it gently. He nuzzled into her touch instinctively, his cheeks flushing pink.

For a while, there was only quiet. The gentle slosh of water as Mommy adjusted herself, the occasional scrape of a crayon on paper, and the muffled suckling sounds of his paci. Every so often, he’d glance up at her, just to make sure she was still there, still watching over him. Every time, she met his gaze with the same soft smile, reassuring him without words.

After a few minutes, Little squirmed again, this time more obviously. The way his bottom pressed down made the squishy wetness of his diaper all the more noticeable, and he finally registered it. He let out a small, surprised gasp and sat up, reaching down to poke at the front of his sleeper. His big, round eyes flicked up to Mommy, searching her face.

She arched a knowing brow. “Feeling squishy, baby?”

A tiny whimper bubbled past his pacifier, his cheeks turning redder. He nodded. “Uh-huh…”

Mommy tilted her head, taking another sip of her wine as she let him stew in his own shyness for just a moment. He was always like this—realizing he’d wet himself, then feeling bashful about it. But she loved how he never complained, never whined for a change. He accepted it, just like a good boy should.

“Don’t worry, lovebug,” she murmured. “We’ll get you all fresh before bed.”

Little wiggled his toes, clearly comforted by her calmness. He shifted again, settling back onto his knees, the padding beneath him squishing audibly. “M’okay,” he mumbled, turning back to his coloring.

Mommy let out a soft, fond sigh. How could one person be so precious?

Minutes passed, and the bathroom remained their little sanctuary. The flickering candlelight danced across the bubbles in her tub, the warmth of the water soothing her tired muscles. But more than anything, it was the presence of her Little that made this night feel so perfect.

She watched as he stretched his arms high above his head, letting out a tiny yawn. His paci wobbled in his mouth, and his chubby fingers rubbed at his sleepy eyes. The long day, the excitement, the warmth of the bathroom—all of it was beginning to weigh on him.

Mommy smiled, setting her empty wine glass on the bath tray. “Getting sleepy, sweetheart?”

Little blinked slowly, his pacifier bobbing as he nodded. “Mhm…” he whispered. “But… but I don’ wanna go yet. I like bein’ wif you.”

Her heart squeezed, and she reached out again, letting her fingers brush over his soft cheek. “I like being with you too, my love,” she murmured. “But you’ve had such a big day, and it’s almost bedtime.”

Little’s lip wobbled, just slightly, before he buried his face into his teddy bear. Mommy knew that look—he wanted to be a good boy, wanted to listen, but he also wanted just a little more time with her.

“Tell you what,” she said softly, running her fingers through his curls, “why don’t we go get you changed into a fresh diapee, and then I’ll tuck you in nice and cozy? You can even have an extra bedtime story.”

His sleepy eyes brightened. “Two stories?”

She nodded. “Two whole stories.”

That was all it took. Little pushed himself up on wobbly legs, stretching his arms toward her, a silent request.

Mommy chuckled. “Baby, I’m still in the bath.”

He pouted behind his paci, then let his arms drop. “Oh… I wait den.”

Her heart swelled. So patient. So sweet.

She finished up quickly, draining the tub and wrapping herself in a fluffy towel. Little stood by the door, rubbing his eyes with a balled-up fist, shifting his weight from foot to foot as his damp diaper sagged just a little lower.

She scooped him up without hesitation, cradling him against her. He let out a sleepy sigh, nuzzling against her neck, his paci moving in slow, rhythmic sucks.

“Such a good boy,” she whispered, kissing his forehead as she carried him to the nursery.

And as she laid him down, fresh and clean in his softest pajamas, she knew there was nowhere else she’d rather be.

Underwear Rules

Littles can give their preference for underwear at the start of the day, but final decision is made by the Caregiver.

Panties

Open bathroom privileges

Occasional underwear checks

Wet accidents are changed into a pull-up

Messy accidents are changed into diapers for the remainder of the day

Pull-ups

Limited bathrooms privileges, must get permission per use

Frequent underwear checks

Accidents are changed into a diaper

Diapers

No bathroom privileges, except for messies after getting permission

Occasional underwear checks

Messy accidents are changed and the following day will start in a diaper