Mommy in control

When I was a growing boy, I was a thin/ small kid.

I always felt somewhat shy and sumbmissive, specially to my Mother and other authoritative female figures as the nuns.

I remember several vivid incidents where my mother would have me strip naked when I accidentally peed in my pants. I believe now that she wanted to put the psychological impression on me that it was SHE in control...and i had no say.

Over the yrs, I think I just accepted this type of relationship, instead of being the typical "rebellious child". Over time I began to actually LIKE my position and enjoyed the "punishment / reward system" that my mother set up.

Can anyone relate to my experiences and feelings?

Youngboy

I had a very similar experience. When I was a little kid I was sent to live with two aunts of mine. I was just about to turn 5 and small for my age and I reacted to the whole thing by starting to wet the bed. My aunt reacted to this by deciding to potty train me again. She even had a child's potty chair so she could inspect he results. I didn't want to use it because I didn't want to be a baby. She then fetched the bulb syringe. She kept me on the potty chair for several years and over time I was able to accept that I had started to find pleasure in the attention she was giving me.

When growing up mom gave me enemas a lot of times was a shy boy.Then got married late in life and soon after became incontinent which my wife put me in diapers to keep things dry.Every since she has been the dominate one diapers dosen,t do a lot for the male ego especially her being dominate.

I'm gay, but the embarrassing medical exams that I had in my teens to do with my physical sexual development all involved my mother, a female doctor, and to a small extent my older sister.

Possibly as a result of this I've always found the idea of being naked and submissive to an older authoratative female somewhat intriguing and arousing.

I was very submissive and compliant growing up. I think this was due to my being small and skinny and very late bloomer not going thru puberty till 16. Mother treated me appropriately appropriately.

@Andrew_Stephen_Wood

I too am gay, but find the dominant female very arousing. Gay sex is what I am about, but strangely, I have also enjoyed being dominated, punished, tortured by a dominant female.

I have always wondered if mothers, in a general way, are especially fond of gay sons and feel a motherly need to give them guidance?

My mom was in control I always had a bare bottom spankings by her every time I get in trouble she gave me a bunch to the point that I enjoyed receiving them and I get in trouble on purpose just to get spankings.

Interesting to see that a few gay men here still respond to authoritative women. I'm also a gay man, grew up with a very dominant and controlling mother and that certainly left it's impression on me. Certainly understand those feelings of subservience and also it feeling like the natural order of things.

I've been on Zity for years and I never found this section before. I am gay but my mother was very domineering, she had a lot of mental issues as well so I was brought up in a very abusive home.

My parents were divorced and it was just my mother and my sister and mother.

For me it all started when I reached puberty, the doctor would have my mother in the exam room while he examined me in front of her as she watched. His exams always included examining my genitals thoroughly. I would get erections and ejaculate.

At one point, he spoke to my mother privately and for some reason at home, I would no longer was able to wear clothes…at home I would be hang out in my white brief undies (Hanes Tighty whities) and sleep in them.

My home inspection consisted of my mother would come into my room, sit on the bed remove my blanket and rub my bulge, remove my undies and inspect my penis which was throbbing hard…she would feel my balls, hold the base with one hand and feel the shaft of my penis with the other and she would rub and tease my frenulum until I would ejaculate and this went on for many years.

You can also check out my profile for other experiences in my life growing up.

I think many boys have similar experiences. Boys' mothers often show their power over the boy.

For me it all started when I reached puberty, the doctor would have my mother in the exam room while he examined me in front of her as she watched. His exams always included examining my genitals thoroughly.

My mother was in the pediatrician's office until she was 15 years old. She always "reminded" the female pediatrician to examine my genitals. I felt like a little child then. In addition to being examined by a pediatrician, my mother controlled my physical development during adolescence. From time to time, she told me to strip naked and inspect my body. It wasn't sexual in nature, but I felt subservient.

I am the oldest of five in our family. We were afraid of mom, growing up. She seemed to know everything that was going on. Not only that, mom was strong willed. Dad said mom could sell ice to the Eskimos!

My mom was so different. Rather than being harsh and dominate or demeaning, she spoiled me, treated me as though I was the most important boy in the world. I was very slow to potty train and still wore diapers to the first grade until the school told my mom I needed to be potty trained. So mom did train me but also promised that if I potty trained I could still wet my bed at night and she would continue to diaper me. As I got older and entered puberty, mom continued to diaper me at night, never scolded me or tried to stop me from bedwetting, even though by then my younger sisters no longer wet their beds or wore diapers. In fact it seemed that the older I got, the more time mom spent with me alone in my room at night after my sisters were in bed, especially when my dad was away on business, as he often was. She would grab my diapers, rubber pants and diapering supplies, help me off with my clothes, have me lay down on my bed and then we would talk a while as she started to clean me all around my diaper area, touching my penis and scrotum, having me lift my bottom as she cleaned it thoroughly often telling me I needed to do a better job wiping myself. I got embarrassed a lot when she did this and tell her I was the only boy I knew who still had to wear diapers. Mom would reassure that I was her special boy, how much she loved me, and didn't care that I wet my bed because she loved to be able to diaper me at night and have this special time together. She would often tell me how handsome I was and how big I was getting. Of course while she was touching me like that, I would become aroused and erect, and mom would tease me about how big I was getting and happy she was to see me excited. It was around this time, say 14 or so, that mom would have her nighty on when she diapered me. Her nighties were really pretty and I could see her nipples, her boobs, sometimes even her pubic hair. She would often lean over to wipe me, or pin my diapers on, or just cuddle or kiss me and her boobs would fall out of her nighty or it would open fully and I could feel her boobs against me, and I wanted to put mom's nipple in my mouth and suckle so much that I would get even more aroused. Once she asked me what I was thinking and I told her I wanted to know what it would be like to kiss her nipple. Mom smiled and told me to open my lips a little and she put one nipple in my mouth and told me to nurse. She let me do that for several minutes and then asked me if Iiked doing that. I could see how big her nipple became after I sucked it. We did that off and on until she stopped diapering me. Mom liked to talk about boys and girls, and how I felt about girls. I told her that I liked girls but was afraid of them because I wet my bed and still wore diapers and knew that if a girl found out, she would laugh at me, tell me only babies wet their beds and wore diapers and no girl would want to be with a diaper boy. Mommy told me that other girls didn't know what they were missing and she would always be here for me and take care of me. Usually during this time together, my cock would get so hard that mom couldn't pin my diaper on and would either tell me to relax, or even tell me to go ahead and play with myself so she could pin my diaper on. After ejaculating she wiped me again, pinned my diapers on, pulled up my rubber pants, kissed me goodnight and told me this would be our little secret. This went on for several years until I left for university. I was so happy, I had no interest in other girls and it was many years later, long after leaving home and graduating from college before I began to become interested in girls and dating. However I never lost my love of wearing diapers, of going potty in them, and of wanting a girl to take care of me and diaper me every night like mommy did.

Since I am a regressed dependent boy, literally, anyone in control, man or woman, would make things a lot easier for me. I am much better off, in my situation, being looked after by someone. Man, woman, or both. Really anyone interested in looking after me, preferably, someone local.