Favorite way to have Mommy humiliate you

My humiliation was being examined by the doctor in front my mother as she would watch. Most of the times I would get an erection and ejaculate as I got older.

Then my home inspections started. I didn't have to wear diapers but my mother did make me wear my undies around the house and to sleep in. It was white brief tighty whities, normally hanes undies.

This went on from the time I was 12yrs to 18yrs old.

Wearing diapers and rubber pants creates so many opportunities to be embarrassed and humiliated. My wife soon after I first told her that I loved to wear diapers and rubber pants and wet them started creating situations where she could embarrass the hell out of me. She started very soon after I first told her about my fetish, long before we were married, by mentioning in front of a saleslady for me to turn around so she could check my diapers. I immediately felt so shameful that she would do this without asking me. I could see the saleslady's face look shocked as my date pulled out the back on my pants to see how wet my diaper was. Later my wife told me how funny it was to see my expression when she told me loud enough for the sales lady to hear. After that she decided to have fun at my expense and would find ways to make sure other girls knew I was wearing diapers, like her girlfriends and even their boyfriends or husbands. Then she sort of escalated her actions by insisting we take my diaper bag with us whenever we went out, telling me I couldn't be trusted to know when I needed to be changed and she didn't want me to embarrass her by having wet pants or wetting friends chairs when we visited. So one time, we were having dinner at a very nice restaurant and she told our waitress near the end of our dinner that I needed to have my diapers changed and asked her if she could use their restroom to change me. I'm sure she had never been asked anything like this before, but my by then fiancee told me to stand up and showed the waitress how wet I was, opened my diaper bag and assured her it wouldn't take long. My fiancee then marched me by my ear following our waitress, and actually changed me in the restroom. Afterward, the waitress wanted to know if I was dry now and told my fiancee she could use their restroom anytime she needed to change me.

Even before I met my wife, I had managed to humiliated myself in front of women many times by letting girls I was interested in that know I wore diapers and that I was wet. On some occasions they asked to see and that always caused me to feel afraid, scared and worried that she would laugh at me, or ridicule me, or tell other girls she knew about me. The first time I showed a girl my diapers and rubber pants, I'd be so scared, I'd pee my diapers certain she could hear my pee and know what I was doing. But I wanted so desperately to find a girl who would accept this part of me that I kept on trying. A few ladies were nice to me, but many told me I was a pervert or worse.

But the times I felt were most humiliating were when I was a teen, wet my bed, and had to wear diapers. Around 13 or so I would always get an erection when mom cleaned and powdered me and pinned a diaper on me. She treated me more like a baby than teenager when she diapered me, but I would get so embarrassed when she couldn't finish pinning my diapers on because of my erection and she'd tell me to think about something else until until my wee-wee softened. She always called it my wee-wee when that happened, told me I was getting too old to have mommy diaper me, and compared me to my younger sister who didn't need diapers anymore because she was old enough to not wet her bed. This went on for several years, while I continued to wet at night, mom continued to diaper me and my erections seemed to come on more quickly, last longer, and sometime I had to play with myself until I came, while my mother waited for me to finish. For many years after I left home, I was so ashamed of liking diapers and rubber pants and wearing them that I suppressed my desires, and when I gave in to them, I'd do it privately, shamefully, and always hidden from anyone.

There is a LOT. I will pass as a cute smaller tomboy/punky girl which is embarrassing. Being punished by having to wear cotton panties that a small size and t shirt sometimes “because you look cute” is good mostly but also…over the summer we ran into someone and went into a litttle park and instead of sitting on the ground or just looking embarrassed and cute I was put across her lap with my head resting on the friends leg. I didn't get spanked. I did have to talk and yes that happened.

To clarify She is stronger and it's obvious what the attraction is no matter what I might or might not be wearing. I found out at a young age that Women who are attracted to a pretty look are ATTRACTED to it. Jealously can be a lot. On the other hand they know what they are doing and are very good at bringing you from 0 to 100. A lot end up doing Psych. Also (I believe her on this) they wouldn't abuse but if it's already happened it doesn't go away. And they are smart funny successful so when I think of other things that happen I-wow and if active can't be in society but there is a tiny bit of empathy.

That's a VERY interesting topic!!!

I have an online mommy who takes my temp, spanks me and gives me enemas to cure constipation. Just like my toddler years in r/l.

Hi everyone! May I ask, and this may fit males a bit more; when you were young, 6-10, past the “normal” time-according to social standards”, did your mother or guardian dress you in outfits that make you look and feel like a baby? Or perhaps when you were 10-12 make you wear shortalls with white blouses? To either humiliate you or simply because mother wantEd you to look younger or maybe feminine?

My mom made me wear diapers and rubber pants when we visited my cousins. She always insisted I be diapered on long car rides because I might fall asleep and wet myself. I was still wetting my bed until I was 17 so her concerns were not irrational. My cousins lived an hour away so I always had to wear my diapers and rubber pants when we visited them, even when I was like 16 and 17. One of my cousins, a girl, was my age and I always felt so humiliated when we arrived in my diapers and rubber pants and my cousin was there to see me. We'd known each other all our lives so she knew I wet my bed and had to wear diapers, but even so I felt so small, so humiliated in front of her. After we arrived, mom would take me to my cousin's room to change me out of my diapers, since I was usually wet when we arrived and my cousin liked to hang around with me when mom or my aunt unpinned my wet diapers and clean me. My cousin was understanding about this, didn't tease me, but did like to talk to me about it when we were alone. I always felt so immature and childish around her, she was really pretty and had a nice figure. But she was so curious about my diapers and what it was like to have to have my mother pin diapers on me every night.

Somewhere I read that a Mommy put a suppository, either glycerin or for a more intense experience Dulcolax, well up into her ‘toddler’, put them into a pull-up diaper, and took them to a mall until the inevitable happened, then walked them slowly to the Women's room in the filled diaper.

Not pooping, and refusing to try to go, Mommy takes a fast acting Dulcolax tablet and dissolves it into a 16oz. cup of hot water. When it melts, Mommy then transfers it into her favorite bowl.

She places me on the bed on my back under a towel and removes my Big Boy underwear. She then has me hold and raise my legs up for Mommy to do what she needs. She says that I am constipated and will give me something to help me. Then the dreaded red enema bulb, as I hear the bubbles and sucking sounds.

She had already lubed the bulb nozzle, and slowly slid it. Then with a smile, the insertion then the slow squeeze of the bulb. The first is not so bad, as the Dulcolax hasn't kicked in. A second bulb gets filled and injected. By now, my tummy is rumbling. Mommy says “.All done”, puts a fresh diaper on me, but also puts plastic pants over them.

After this, Mommy makes me walk around and play, as the cramps kick in and I hold my tummy, as I need to poop. I tell her that I really need to go potty, but she laughs and tells me to hold it.

She tells me to pick up my toys, and while bending over my first release happens. Farts then what seems to be a flood in my diaper. My diaper is bulging, even thru my plastic pants. Mommy see's my situation, but doesn't do anything for a while, “Who's stinky, she asks” as she puts me on her knee and bounces me around to really work my load in.

She finally takes me into the bathroom. Removes my plastic pants and diaper, then washes me up in the tub.

When all dried, she puts me in a fresh diaper and another pair of plastic pants before putting me to bed.

Her last words were “Tell Mommy if you can't poop”.

Another version of my prior post is this. With wat I previously described, the little one knows they are going to be made to fill their diaper with poo pretty soon.

But, if you have more time, this can be fun. It starts the day before adventure day The little one is quietly given a lot of fiber to eat, such as a couple of bowls of high fiber cereal and/or several servings of high fiber veggies. Then, on play day, the little one is diapered and given a glass of orange juice laced with a full dose of Lactulose. Lactulose is sweet but is all but undetectable given in the juice. Then you both go out, preferable to a place where access to a toilet is very limited. Within a couple of hours, the little one will start to fart a lot. A massive, very soft, uncontrolable poo will soon follow.

I play sometimes with someone who likes to play the mommy and I am her little boy. As always, I'm in trouble for something which results in several spankings and enemas. This can last for hours or days depending on just how bad I've been. She usually dresses me in a colored tee shirt, short pants, underwear (usually panties) and her favorite sneakers. Usually I have to report to her what I have done which results in a OTK spanking or two. Lately, this also includes many bulb type enemas. If I take my punishment well, she makes me release.

My wife/mommy keeps me diapered and in PJs as often as possible. Most recently needed to get something out of our car (we live in an apartment) during morning rush wear just my somewhat fem looking pj's and overnight diaper.