Naked to the World, sitting on a stool. Watching.

You have been stripped and set in the corner of the room. You are sitting on a very cold wooden stool trying to hide your shame with your hands. You have been reprimanded and set out awaiting your punishment. The four women who just stripped you and set you on the stool are still planning your punishment.

Ah there enters someone you know but what are they carrying? No it can't be, it really can't be, It looks like your significant other has appeared with your diaper bag. No one has ever seen your diaper bag let alone known about you and your diaper fetish. Time to expose our secret little AB/DL to the neighborhood in just his diapers and plastic pants.

Well ladies, what should we do with this little one, she asks her girlfriends? Well since we have his diaper bag and he is naked I think there is something we can do for this pathetic little one. Ah are we going to diaper him and take him to the park? I think that is fitting since this is his diaper bag and he is naked.

Old fashioned Mind Drivel to be continued.

Do continue

Yes please continue!

Yes please continue before I have change my wet and stinky diapers and rubber pants.

Continuance;

Grab him ladies and escort him over to the coffee table. I have used it before, it makes a good diaper changing table. While you girls diaper him I will start calling everyone to come over and meet the new diaper boy. There is also a package of exam gloves and suppositories in the diaper bag. Can't walk him around in just clean diapers and baby plastic pants. Everyone will be able to see he really needs diapers with a load bulging in his diaper.

Once we get him to the park we can start to video his humiliation in front of everyone. Make sure to get his face as well. When I lose this loser I want pictures of his diapers for the Judge. They should make our separation easier if the court knows of his diaper fetish. They will also know how he likes being in public in just dirty diapers.

Don't mind his tears and crying, he really does like this humiliation. Just wait until we find a cop and have him arrested for public indignity. I can't wait to see the newspaper pictures of the diaper man arrested today in the park.

By the number of members that liked this thread, I have deduced you like your diaper situations a little bit on the domineering side of the changing table.

For example; You will wear diapers at all times and I better not see those hands down in your diaper. I am the only person that changes or touches your pathetic diapered ass from now on. You will be on full display helplessly diapered in public by my command no matter where.

Sorry it leaked out; Mind Drivel

My fiance caught me with my hand down my soggy diaper touching myself yesterday morning when we were both in bed and she scolded me, slapped my hand and told me I was not allowed to nurse from her boobs for the rest of the week. God, was I distraught!!!

My fellow diaper fans are very similar to me in their likes. You folks get as big a kick out of diaper discipline and diaper humiliation that I do. We are accused of being infantile sissies, diaper dependant on the Fetish World. Guess What? We are not the Freaks people make us out to be.

We are very similar in our diaper wishes in a lot of the same ways. In my thoughts, we are some of the bravest kinks in the world. My measure of this is when someone new has their first diaper experience. See their panic and horror of being exposed wearing diapers. Watch as the humiliation and the stimulation they receive during their diaper scenarios turns them on.

I would like to see a non-kink person sum up the gumption to come out in diapers. Let's see how they would react to being held down and diapered in front of their friends. Let them walk around in a party where they had been just put in diapers in front of everyone. Let them suffer the embarrassment of losing control and soaking their diapers. Most of the Joe /Josphine Public would run away never wanting a diaper experience. Not us we stand there and love every delicious minute of our diaper humiliation.

We also have the souls in here that are looking for that soft and nurturing diaper experience. Hoping their care is supplied from their significant others or caregivers. It is a very diverse and fun-loving gentle crowd of folks. Diapered cuddle bugs looking for love in all the wrong places. They languish in their diaper experiences, falling into a soft powdery sort of world, fully protected in their diapers. Often enough, lonely beyond comprehension, these folks live out their fetish lives alone. Very sad there is not more acceptance for them. I know a lot of these folks that live out their lives with their special items hidden away from prying eyes. Sad but true.

I get the privilege to write my Brain Drivel down in these shorts stories. I always thought there was something terribly wrong with my diaper wishes. Now in here with you folks, I feel like Zity Biz is more like home. We all post our wishes, dreams, and experiences with each other.

Too bad the world around us can't attain that peaceful bliss that we have in abundance. I just had a little brain fart. I was picturing our World Leaders coming out in Diapers. In the News today, World Peace was established on the diaper changing tables of the world. LOL

Enjoy your diapers and realize you are not alone in Zity Biz. Please keep sharing and hopefully, we can all attain that feeling of safety and home here in Zity Biz.

Oh and one all too important thing, keep your hands out of those diapers or Mommy will spank. LOL

Naughty Elf.

You are so right. I think of the countless times I have pinned on a diaper, pulled up my rubber pants a few hours before going out to club to meet some ladies. By then my diapers would be wet enough that I'd have at least a partial erection anticipating a night of drinks, lap dances and the ever present possibility of one of the girls discovering my diapers and rubber pants. More the a few times, after a lap dance from a really cute girl, she'd reach down and grab my pee-pee to stroke me more and discover my swollen diaper and rubber pants over my erection. She'd ask "is that what I think it is? Are you wearing a diaper?" "Yes" I admitted as I could feel myself wetting even more feeling so humiliated. Sometimes they'd ask to see my diapers and want to know if I had wet them and why I didn't use the big boy potty and I would have to tell them the truth-I just liked to wear diapers and rubber pants and go potty in them. Sometimes they would make fun of me, but a few times we got to know much more about each other.

I have always had a strong sexual attraction to wearing diapers and rubber pants which I attribute to growing up a bedwetter and mom pinning on diapers and rubber pants every night before bed. There was a time when both my two younger sisters and I were all in diapers and rubber pants together in the living room before going to bed. I remember when my mom was still nursing our youngest sister and we would all be together on the couch in our diapers and rubber pants and I became a little excited seeing my sister nursing from mom's boob. 60 years later my fiancee nurses me every night after she diapered me and we both become excited, my pee-pee becomes erect and her pussy wet. The first time I played with myself was after mom had diapered me for the night and I had become erect while she wiped and powered my pee-pee so I put my hand down my diaper and touched myself until I ejaculated. From then on I played with myself nightly and sometimes in the morning always wearing a diaper and rubber pants. Once, many years later, my sister discovered diapers and rubber pants in my suitcase when I stayed over a couple of nights traveling for work. We ended up having a long conversation that night about how much I enjoyed wearing diapers and rubber pants and using them, but felt ashamed and embarrassed, if not outright humiliated that I enjoyed it so much, despite the fact i had a very successful career, made a lot of money and was highly regarded in my community. My sister was so understanding and sympathetic and suggested that it might be more comfortable for me if I put my diapers and rubber pants on and return for some wine and more conversation. So I did just that and we talked for the rest of night. I felt so wonderful being with my sister wearing just my diaper and rubber pants and t-shirt, wetting whenever I needed, while we reminisced about our childhood and I described my sexual attraction to diapers and rubber pants. She completely understood how I felt and admitted that she used to come into my bedroom when mom was diapering me hoping to see my pee-pee, telling me that I was her first fantasy boyfriend, something I never knew. At the end of the evening I was so wet that my diapers and rubber pants drooped as I stood up to go to bed and my sister told me to just relax and she would change my diapers just like mom used to. Since then, when we visit I always bring my diapers and rubber pants.

6 years ago, after my fiancee and I had been together for a year, we went of a short vacation to visit my sister and I got to introduce my fiancee to my sister for the first time. Of course my fiancee had diapered me that morning and when we arrived at my sisters we all got to meet each other and what wonderful time we had, much of it devoted to my diaper experiences. When we arrived, my diapers were already quite wet and my sister took our bags, showed us to our bedroom and suggested that the two of them change their wet boy. Wow, did ever get excited as they unpacked the suitcase, put away our clothes and stacked my diapers and rubber pants on the dresser. My sister said she had stocked up on wipes and powder and the two of them proceeded to lower my trousers, spread the changing pad and remove my rubber pants and diapers, giggling and laughing all the way. We had such an unforgettable few days with my sister.

Change of venue! The ladies decide they won't walk you down the block to humiliate you. Instead, they sit you in the baby swing in the backyard. Seat belted in wearing just a diaper. The ladies are busy phoning everyone on your cell phone and texting them pictures of you. No matter how hard you struggle the swing has you secured for all to see. Your cries for assistance are drawing a crowd of locals wondering about the fuss going on.