“Well if you are going to act like a little tiny boy, then it is only appropriate that you are going to be treated like a little boy. You cried like a baby, squirted your nasty jizz stuff all over yourself last night and then fell asleep before you cleaned up your own mess. I am not your maid and I’m not remotely going to clean up after you. Further more, I’m going to teach you a new lesson starting right now.”
He looked at me as if he was shocked and obviously couldn’t respond. He just stood there and started at me in amazement. I continued, “When you are dressed as a baby such as you are now, you are not allowed to walk, talk, or do anything a baby wouldn’t do, absolutely nothing. You are only allowed to speak three words – peepee, poopoo and “mess”. When you have to do one of those three, you can ask me.” In case you are confused a “mess” is what you make when you squirt your little pathetic load. You are allowed to pee and poop when you need to, in your diaper, but if I ever catch you even starting to touch your little weeeweee to make a mess….. without my permission, I can’t begin to tell you how sorry you will truly be.”
He told me I had crossed the line. Putting a diaper and padlocking it on him in his sleep was just pushing this whole sub thing too far he said, “You are free to leave any time you want.” I said to him and he preceded to storm out of the door. Apparently as soon as he went out the front door he must have realized it was broad daylight and all my neighbors could see him standing there in his diaper and rubber pants. I laughed as I peeked out the window and could see the look on his face revealing he realized what a mistake he had made. It was 10:00 A.M. and there were people out and about. He was standing there in a diaper and rubber pants with people staring and laughing.
I heard him turn the now locked doorknob as he tried to get back in. He was being publicly humiliated and he knew it by now. Reality had sunk in obviously because he began begging to be let back in. After several minutes I finally said that if he agreed to obey me without question, I would let him back in.
I laughed when I unlocked the door and he rushed back in. I looked at him and said “I do believe this is the beginning of us finally understanding one another. Now, you are not allowed to walk while you are dressed as a baby so I suggest you get down and crawl in to the living room like a good little baby boy and I will turn on some cartoons for you….
I want you to drink for me! Go and buy that 12 pack that has been calling your name! I want you to drink all of it and start doing some shots too! I want to get you loose! Get you frisky! I want you horny and unable to tell me no. When you start to drink, that’s when you get weak. That’s when you can’t resist me. Not that it’s easy to do sober either but when I have you drunk there’s just no way you can resist me. And I like it when you can’t turn me down. I like it when you can’t so no to me! That’s when you give me more. That’s when you show me how much you really love me. That’s when I like you the most. I like it when you are treating me like the goddess I am and deserve to be treated like.
