When Baby Leah Isn't Feeling Well (True Story)

Last night, I finally got to see my boyfriend, after he was gone for a whole week. (Yeah, I’m kind of a tool for missing him so much, but we don’t spend that much time apart.) I picked him up after work, and we went to my house. After fooling around for a little while, I got a terrible migraine. It was so bad, I couldn’t even sit up without getting terribly dizzy, so I just had to lie on my bed. Chris left to get me a drink because he thought it’d help.

When he returned, he said, “Do you want me to put it in a sippy cup, honey?” I was a little surprised, but it made sense, since I couldn’t even sit up. “Yeah, that’d be easier.” So he handed me a blue sippy cup of grape juice, on which I happily sucked. After that, I started to get a little anxious. (These kinds of migraines always make me nervous, since I’ve passed out from them before.) I reluctantly asked if he would diaper me because it would relax me. “Anything to make you feel better, baby.” He removed my panties and gently picked me up and slid the diaper underneath me. He heavily powdered me and taped the diaper on tight, followed by a pull-up for insurance purposes. I must have started shivering because he asked me if I was cold, to which I said, “yeah…” He then put a shirt and leggings on me. I was pretty impressed because I didn’t have to move at all.

I felt terrible about being sick upon his return, but he assured me that it wasn’t a problem. Although, as the night progressed, I started to feel significantly better. I hopped on top of him and started rubbing my diapers all over his personal region. He started breathing heavily and holding me tight, and he eventually reached orgasm. He said something along the lines of, “Daddy loves when you do that, honey.” I was glad to make my Daddy feel good. But I had other plans, too. I asked him to stand up, and then I took off his belt. “Do you want your lollipop?” he asked. “Nope!” I then had him drop his boxers and pants. After that, I held up a pair of panties made entirely of pink lace. I made up a little story about how I found them in his dresser drawer, and how I was going to make him pay for what he did to me when he found diapers in mine. “I have diapers because I need them sometimes due to a medical condition (which isn’t true, by the way). What’s your excuse?” When he didn’t answer, I smacked his bottom and forced him into the panties.

After teasing him for a little while, I felt like taking it a step further. “No, you can’t wear those like that. I don’t trust you.” I forced him down onto my bed and took off the panties. I then took out a thick diaper from my dresser and unfolded it. He initially refused. I offered him a pacifier, but he wouldn’t take it. I said, “This diaper is going on you whether you like it or not. If you fight me, you’ll regret it. So when you feel yourself getting nervous, I want you to suck on your binky.” I can’t remember if he took the binky or not, but I eventually wrestled the diaper on him, and the lacy panties on over it. I then put him in a soft, frilly pink nightgown, and improvised what I thought should be his new life.

As he was sucking on his pacifier, I said, “Good, good. Start with that, and you’ll work your way up to cocks. One day, I’m going to let a man see you in your thick diapers and dress. He’s going to make you suck his cock, and you’re going to do it without a fight because you’re a little bitch. He’s going to come in your mouth, and you’re going to swallow and like it. He’s going to make you wet yourself, and then he’ll tie you up and leave you there. And that’s when I walk in. I’m going to come over to you, drop my pants and panties, and demand that you pleasure me with your tongue. When you do, I’ll come all over you, and you will thank me for wasting my perfectly good come on you. After that, I’ll check your diapers and find that they’re soaking wet. Then it’s time for a little walk.” As I said this, Chris was squirming around uncontrollably. It was pretty cute.

“I’m going to hold your hand as we walk, and the man whose cock you just sucked will be on the other side of you, holding up the hem of your dress so everyone will see your sagging diapers. We’re going to go to a public place, like the park, where the man will angrily berate you for being pathetic and wetting yourself. He will then sit down and force you over his knee. He’ll rip your diapers off and give you the spanking of your life with his bare hands. After that, I’m going to reach in your diaper bag and hand him a paddle. He’ll give you a few swats, and then invite everyone who just watched the spectacle to come spank you, too. And they do. They spank, they swat, they tease, they taunt… And you cry. After that, we’re going to lay you down on a blanket and put you in thick, cloth diapers and plastic panties. And I don’t know what we’ll do after that, but I’m sure it’ll be fun… for me.”

I'm sorry, everyone. I waited too long to post this, so I forgot much of that night. And I'm kinda pressed for time, but here's some of the main stuff: (and don't worry, there will be more later, I promise!)

Much to my delight, Chris looked extremely distressed. But that changed pretty quickly. Before I knew what the hell was going on, he flipped me over and pinned me down. "I hope you liked your time on top... because that's never happening again. And neither is this," he said, indicating his nightgown. "I plan on exacting my revenge for this," as he jammed my pacifier in my mouth. "First rule: there will always be something in your mouth. You're so f##king irritating when you talk, you know that? There will either be your binky, bottle, food, or my cock in your mouth at all times."

He proceeded to give me several other rules, and told me about how he'd be inviting his friends over and letting them change me and take advantage of me.