Diaper Humiliation or Diaper Discipline is that the only diaper play we like?

We all know what spins my noodle, it is diapers and all of the different diaper play out there. Now what I would like to ask of the local Diaper Official Judges and Play Participants is.

If you had a choice between the demeaning diaper play or the soft loving care provider scenario what is your preference?

Watched a video with friends last night concerning diaper play. There was a mix of AB/DLs in attendance and a big difference in wishes shared after. Some liked soft loving care provider style of play, some liked harsh humiliation and discipline style of play.

The video just for interest sake was about a couple that were into the softer side of the fetish. The wife over a few years had reduced her mate to a totally diaper dependent state. They had a full nursery and all the layette an average six foot baby would need. They had also progressed to the point that she was breastfeeding him multiple times during the day. The folks by the house they lived in were over the top wealthy. Public exposure was not in the cards for this couple but they lived as Mom and Baby full time when home.

Share your vision of the ultimate diaper play in your own mind's eyes. With everyone in the AB/DL community there must be hundreds of play versions. There is a topic for a dictionary of AB/DL Delights A Zity Biz Production. LOL just Kidding Webby

I'd be in the loving group. I like a woman to do things to me to make me shit in my diaper but done in a warm loving way, plenty of kissing and cuddling.

For a few years ago I visited a young lady who gave me wonderful massages. My first time with her I told her I wore diapers and asked if that was OK with her. She seemed to smile a little when I told her and said she was fine if I was in a diaper and that she would be happy to change my diaper if I wanted.

l always wore a cloth diaper and rubber pants when I went to see her and was usually pretty wet, having been in them since the morning. The first time we got together for a massage, I brought my diaper bag with an extra diaper, rubber pants and baby wipes and powder. She took me into her massage room and asked if I would like her to help undress me and I said sure, I'd love for her to. She lifted shirt off, pulled down my sweatpants, and stepped back to look at me wearing only my soggy diaper and larger rubber pants.

She smiled and told me to be a good boy and get on table. At that point I was so embarrassed and blushing and laid down on the table. She had me lift my bottom so she could take off rubber pants and proceeded to remove the diaper pins, opening the diaper and exposing my pee-pee which by then had become quite hard. She then proceed to wipe my bottom and pee-pee and the excused herself and left the room to get some hot towels to finish cleaning me.

I wanted to touch myself so much but I was afraid she might see me and instead put my thumb in my mouth and started to suck. My mind sort of wandered a bit thinking I had really lucked out when she reentered the room with the towels, saw my thumb in mouth and started to giggle. She stood over me, unbuttoned her blouse and took it off, lifted her breast from her bra and told me it would be better if I sucked on her nipples instead of my thumb and gently took my hand away from my mouth and put her nipple and large areola between my lips and nursed me. I felt so small and embarrassed that she now knew that I was just a silly little diaper loving boy who needed a mommy.

After awhile she removed her nipple, told me to be good boy for mommy and began to give me the most wonderful massage I'd ever had. Nearing the end of her massage, I asked if she would nurse me again and while I nursed she massaged my pee-pee with massage oil until I came. After wiping me again she went to my diaper bag, removed the essentials and powdered me, pinned my diaper on and pulled up my rubber pants.

Before getting dressed she took me by my hand and led me to their lunch room where she introduced me to her co-workers wearing only my diaper and rubber pants. They all laughed, said they had never such a silly little man and invited me to come see them again when baby needs his diaper changed.

For your mind's eyes. Visual oxymoron; Grown diapered person sitting naked on closed toilet seat wetting their diapers.

Mind Drivel again

Help I was embarrassed at first to do it but now I'm sitting here in a diaper t-shirt and socks and anybody herp can see. It's embarrassing they can see but maybe they don't they will not like it and move out

For your mind's eyes. Visual oxymoron; Grown diapered person sitting naked on closed toilet seat wetting their diapers.

Mind Drivel again

even better: not just wetting them, but filling them with a big messy load and having to sit there in them for some time

I have a hefty number of having both either at the same time or on their own. I'd like to say most aspects of diaper play in their own ways. Am I into some of the more extreme ways people enjoy their diapers? No, in reality it doesn't always suit me or what situation I'm in during diaper play.

I can't think of anything more humiliating for an adult than being put into a diaper and protective panties, knowing full well the meds they have been given will certainly make them pee and poo, and it will certainly be completely impossible to resist going, and they will have to stay in their messed diaper for hours or perhaps overnight. If they are fortunate, the meds will have been chosen for firm and formed poo, but some will produce a huge, sloppy mess, which is much worse.

It depends on the day and time for both me and my aide , she also knows that I don’t really get humiliated & I am hard core dark sarcastic humorous Teddy bear , and the one thing that really grinds my gears is euphemisms , my aides mom is my G/F so she is more my daughter , I am her sounding board , problem solver , fatherly advice on the latest creep she’s dating etc.

she enjoys caring for me , she comes to work enthusiastic happy and ready to go ( as in verbal sparring or ranting about something going on in the world ) I am dependent on her to be my arms and legs to do things I can’t like give me my meds ,feed me , change me , catheterize me .

so at various times we will do evil things ,the other morning we’ll she was giving me my meds “ doctor wanted you to know , when this takes effect you will briefly need a brief so don’t be embarrassed , raise your hand I will brief you till we get you on the potty, it’s just temporary “

and I was like “all this brief shit ,has to go , I want to be like Stewee on family guy using my diaper until I can’t drag it around the house any longer “

“owe we are agitated ,doctor said to give you a little extra , he said it will smooth you out ,and be more humble “

she controls everything and she knows it , the extra medication isn’t extra , it’s just two different oral syringes same thing as every other day .I can’t raise my hand ,nor do I have any idea when a brief brief will be needed and just like every other day I will fill my diaper , when the medication requires , as for “smoothing“ you can’t get much better than “melting soft serve in a diaper , lady”

we can screw around like that ,nobody’s harmed in any way and it breaks up the monotony , and her mom can only use the diaper on her grandson ,because she needs , briefs ! My G/F is down with the whole can we check your Attends , can we get you feeling drier , did you have an accident in your pull up, can you get another hour out of that pull up or should we adjust it now,do you need a fresh depend , can we make your depend more comfortable ? ( yeah that last one was a saggy,lumpy POS , can I have a real diaper now please ) also neither of can use pull ups so why say that ? We are both in power wheelchairs unable to change ourselves , we fall firmly in a two piece diaper (“tabbed brief” ) Tab was a diet soft drink and I’ll bet my diaper would taste better “like chewable pampers on SNL” so we give what we get , more often then not a good time

I rather be humiliated and disciplined for wanting to wear diapers.

My punishment for not asking permission to use my diapers!

Natasha and her partner came over for breakfast today. Before we were to sit down for our morning meal I was instructed to strip down to just my diapers. There in the middle of our family room, I was reduced to just my diaper from the night before. Now just stand there and listen to what we have to say, Natasha barked at me. You used your diapers without my permission. Bad old diaper boy, you will pay for being Naughty.

You are a pathetic diaper-wetting old man and you are going to be in cloth diapers from now on. No more hiding your pathetic wet disposable diapers. Large rubber pants and thick cloth diapers from now on for you. Pampers-type diapers are too easy for you to hide so the disposables are gone and only thick bulky cloth diapers for you. We are going to make sure you use nothing that won't go on under rubber pants. I struggled to stand and walk normally with the bulky padding of my cloth diapers and rubber pants.

Elf while we eat breakfast you are in the corner until you give us a good full dirty diaper. The rest of the girls are slated to arrive here shortly and you better have a full diaper or the enema equipment will come out. Martha and her sub will be here and if your diaper is not full her sub is going to put his big hard cock deep in you. A sperm enema will help you fill your diapers.

Elf, this doesn't sound like punishment or discipline, rather it's my idea of heaven.

My dear friend Lyric You are hard core diaper professional with a Ph.D. in KINKY.😎 They say there is a place in Heaven for everyone I will be seeing you there.

Why not loving discipline? I find the idea of being “forcibly” infantilized by a warm, maternal, but no-nonsense top very exciting.

I'm more about the diaper discipline side of things. I like being embarrassed and humiliated for being a supposedly grown man who still likes to wear diapers like a toddler.

As I’ve relayed on other threads, my mother gave me an enema every 4 - 6 weeks. After releasing the enema, I was diapered with plastic pants and sent to bed. The entire ordeal was humiliating and shameful, especially when I had to say goodnight to my father. When I was a little older sometimes I got to stay up and watch ‘Gunsmoke’ with my him.

I started to feel the humiliation when I was 10 or so. Head down, hands behind my back, standing in front of my parents saying goodnight. Not wanting to make eye contact for fear they would see I was about to cry.

The discipline was being made to receive an enema, expel it and being put into diapers and plastic pants. The humiliation was in them having control of the procedure. Today, I enjoy both feelings as well.

If i put a a girl friend in diapers the game is to force her to soil the diapers with magic bullet and diuretics and its more fun if she is reluctant or ashamed to loose control

If i put a a girl friend in diapers the game is to force her to soil the diapers with magic bullet and diuretics and its more fun if she is reluctant or ashamed to loose control

What are magic bullets ?

Fundamentally those two go hand and hand for me but I would surly think there are more nurturing/loving sides as well, as I've kind of read elsewhere. But for me; Diapers are a turn on, and feeling the humiliation of being spanked in one is an absolute thrill. If there's more attention on this event even better. The discipline itself is what is felt but humiliation magnifies it so to speak. And I mean getting a diaper spanking feels amazing, what can I say?