Diaper Slut…

I promised you all that when my little infantilist boy came in, I would rush off to chronicle our session for your amusement and reading pleasure…

So without further ado, I bring you the adventures of my new little baby boy toy.

He arrived to my door with a nervous look to his face. Don’t they all?

I know he’s excited about our first meeting, and he’s especially pleased with himself for having brought a little gift I picked out for him to wear. He’s a sweet looking man, but you can tell just by looking at him that there’s more than meets the eye. So far, I only have glimpses into what else lies beneath the surface.
Our pre session discussion goes smoothly – recapping what we’ve discussed over many pleasant phone conversations. I’m listening intently, but truly my mind is beginning to drift in and out with visions of stripping him down and putting his diaper on. You see – just days before, I had hand selected a tiny pair of plastic pants printed with the images of crawling infants. Cute no?

I was eager to begin, so after a few instructions he was off to make himself comfortable – exiting the bathroom in nothing but his birthday suit and a sweet little smile. I ordered him to pick up his bag of tricks and show me what he carried in with him. Nothing unexpected –  A bag of plastic disposable diapers, diaper covers, cigarettes and a leather hood & collar. Once I saw those last two items laid out, I wasted no time helping him into the tight leather hood. The smell of well-worn leather fulled the air – it was heavenly. The collar was a perfect fit for him, but dangling from it was a LARGE pad lock…hummm… He looked like a vulnerable piece of meat to me. I wanted to pounce him, hug him and rip him apart all at the same time. The fact that I towered over my little boy in my sky-high boots didn’t help!

With much restraint I sat in my throne and lit a long cigarette – deeply inhaling the delicious smoke. I am not a regular smoker, but this was important to the fantasy and admittedly, I rather enjoyed it.  He knelt at my knees, worshipping my tall vinyl boots while I relaxed – watching me take slow intentional drags, his body responded sharply as I blew the smoke in his direction. I had clearly hit on a fetish for him. I couldn’t resist but grab him by the collar and raise him to meet my gaze. He struggled on his knees to hold his balance as I held is face in my hands slowing exhaling long plumes of white smoke into his gasping mouth.

I could see he was aching for me already – but I have other plans in mind. I wanted to see him in these diapers – see him take on the iconic adult-baby image we had talked so much about. A diaper lay behind him on the floor, which I forced him down on to rather unceremoniously. I was such a pro at fastening diapers I didn’t even need put down my cigarette…lol Instead I continued to puff smoke into his diaper before fixing the plastic stays in place. I giggled, realizing I could watch myself in the mirror as I did this. I looked truly sadistic – knee-high vinyl boots, a super tight skirt and a vinyl corset…my long black hair and cherry red lipstick completing the look of the 1920’s femme fatale, drawing plenty of unnecessary attention to my full lips as I wrapped them around the cigarette for one final puff.

My baby boy was in another state of mind, he moaned, crawled around for me, submitted to multiple diaper changes and moments of forced latex worship. I took advantage of every moment. Holding his hood firmly while he kissed and licked my latex corset perfectly clean. I told him I so dearly wanted to see him put his street clothing on over the diapers. To send him home like that – perhaps after forcing him to soil them….Wether or not this came to pass…well that’s between him and I.

Sorry readers – as tempting as it is, I simply refuse to give all details away. *wink*