She wanted to dominate me and force me in diapers

Mary Ann, my next door neighbor girl and I were the same age and she knew I wore diapers and plastic pants to bed at night.

One very rainy day she insisted that I play the baby role while she'll be the mommy. She told me to go and get my night stuff.

Before that day I didn't know she knew about my diapers but evidently her mother advised my mother on diapers. I never knew what exactly that exchange was because I don't think Mary knew but I did as I was told and I was scared doing so.

I truly believe she was exerting power that day because I often could best her at most things we played at. I was too young then to consider sex and diapered myself but she put the plastic pants on me.

I saw Mary Ann at a local car show event many years later and we talked of those days but not specifically about "that day". I did think of her again that night in the most wonderful of ways.

Some women do it for the power, but then some of us want exactly that. In my situation thats the way it was, but we were always careful that it was behind closed doors and the wrong people never found out. That was a strict rule between my wife and I .

Except for my aunt, who was only a few years older than myself, when I was two years younger, she had caught me a few times pulling on one of my baby brothers' plastic pants, she would play baby with me.

She'd teasingly with a menacing grin yank my legs in the air and smear diaper rash cream all over my bum and then shove a thick diaper under me. She sprinkled with Johnson's Baby Powder on my bum, all the while saying what a big sissy baby I was and that I ought to feel ashamed of myself for wearing my brothers' plastic pants. She then shook baby powder on my front and pulled the diaper through my legs and pinned both sides of my diaper and gave the front a few loving pats and then she'd take her sweet time with the plastic panties, shaking them out noisily turning them to find which was front and back and then gabbing one ankle to get my foot through the leg hole and the the other foot she would slowly inch my plastic panties up my legs to my knees and then then pretend to have lot of trouble getting the panties over my knees, finally tugging them to my diapers and telling me to lift up my bum struggle to get them over my diaper, let the waist band go with a stinging against my waist.

Then she'd run her hand over the waist band and leg bands to make sure that all the diaper was inside, give one of my brothers' baby bottle full of apple juice to make sure that I'd pee pee in my diapers, put me in the playpen and call me a shameful naughty baby and wait for me to piss my diapers and then she'd squeeze the front of my plastic pants and stick her hand inside them to feel my diaper and knowing that I peed myself would wait til I peed my diapers so much that the pee puddled up in my plastic pants and some would leak out onto the plastic pad of the playpen, would make kneel and hold onto the rail with both hands while she took great pleasure in spanking my through the plastic panties and soggy droopy diapers so she could hear the pee pee sloshing around my plastic pants and the pee was gushing out the leg bands to form nice little puddle on the padded playpen and she'd playfully yell at what a pee pee pants baby I was, and then she'd remove the plastic pants and put them under my pillow and the sopping wet diapers she'd put with my brothers' in the diaper pail, wash of the pee pee smell get me into my PJ's and tuck me into bed before my parents came home, each time telling me that I was going to be her baby brother or she'd play babysitter with me the next time she saw over and my parents were out.

Considering the fact that the most vocal individuals on these forums are typically male and desire to be kept in diapers, leaves me to believe that this notion is slightly skewed.

This is not to say that I don't believe there are women who take satisfaction in wielding that type of control, just that it seems more likely the influence would be coming from the bottom rather than the top. After years of perusing countless forums and witnessing the redundancies therein, the conclusion I have come to is that male infantilists are about the neediest and greediest of all deviants. Demanding that level of devotion to ones interests from a companion hardly seems a submissive position to me.

But that's my take.

Interesting thought @xDx

When I started wetting the bed and things there was little choice the dominate side was there so now wear 24/7.I do change myself but no going without diaper or else.

I never knew about my wife's more dominate side. When we had been married a few years incontinence came along. This is when I saw a difference, she being much younger. I always wondered did the diaper force change things?

During the first year that my fiancee and I were dating, we had many long conversations about why I liked wearing diapers and rubber pants and going potty in them. She had never heard of men doing that and it all seemed a bit strange to her and wasn't sure if she could love a man who did. Similarly, she couldn't understand how I could be so successful and dominate in my career but privately seemed to need to be childish and submissive in wanting to wear diapers and wanting a girl to wipe, powder and pin baby diapers on him. But she wanted to try to understand me and accept that side of me openly. I told her all about my childhood and how my two sisters and I wet our beds and were diapered by mom for so long, without mom ever criticizing or pressuring us to stop wetting our beds. My sisters did stop when they entered puberty and began to have their period, but I continued to wet my bed and wear diapers until 17. My dad was a very successful businessman, worked very hard, traveled a lot, seldom was home early enough to have dinner with the family, but usually managed to see us as we were going to bed. Typically I was already wearing my diapers and rubber pants when he came home. My fiancee thought that my mom was probably lonely and received a lot of attention and rewards by remaining close to her children, keeping us happy and loved, and diapering us every night was part of how she stayed close to us and felt loved by us. As the oldest and the only boy, the bonds between us were even stronger and perhaps I became a substitute for her husband, my dad, who was absent so much. My fiancee thought that was why my mom continued to diaper me herself even though I was well past puberty and my sexual arousal around being diapered by my mom had become so obvious. And why she often wore her nighty when she diapered me and wasn't too careful about exposing her breasts to me while she diapered me.

Once my fiancee felt she had a better understanding of why I loved to be diapered and go potty in them, she began to like the sense that she had control and could be the dominate partner in our relationship, could enjoy the submissive side of me, and our relationship became stronger. Instead of being reluctant to see me in my diapers and rubber pants and changing my diapers when I was wet, she began to encourage me to just wear diapers and rubber pants when we were along and not cover them up. Then she began to check my diapers often to see how wet they were, started to notice my facial expressions when i was going potty, tease me a little when she guessed correctly, and pat my bottom, pretending she was spanking me. She could see how turned on I became when she was playful with my diapers and going potty and that seemed to get her more and more turned on as well. Near the end of the first year of dating, one night she offered to nurse me and when she could see how excited I became, she had me rest my head on her lap, removed her blouse and bra and had me suckle her nipple. She began to stroke my diaper covered crotch, told me i must be going potty because it was suddenly becoming warm and told me “From now on I want to be the only girl who ever changes my little boys diapers.” We both believe that understanding the roots of my love of diapers helped her get over the reluctance and fear we both had of growing closer and more deeply in love. A year later we decided that she would move in with me and we would live together and eventually get married. Now I really love that she is so dominate in our relationship and that has allowed both of us to explore my love of wearing diapers and being open about it and submissive to her and trust her completely, letting her make all the decisions about where we go in my diapers, when and where I'm changed, who can be told that I wear diapers or need a diaper change, or even when I can mess in my diapers.