Waking Saturday Morning.

Eyes not quite open yet and I am heading down for coffee. I heard the coffee machine kick in and listened to it brew. I walk out of the bedroom and down the 22 steps to the main floor. It has just dawned on me I am wearing just a diaper and an old style pair of plastic pants and nothing else. Ah! coffee as I lean against the counter sipping the magic elixir. I am hearing noises from the guest bedroom, it is my two new friends. They walk into the kitchen to join me for a cup and a good morning hug including diaper pat. Them in their nighties and myself in nappies, all is good as we watch the sun rising in the East. Another beautiful Mountain Morning.

How many of us hide our diapers away in the morning and not enjoy that securely morning diapered feeling?

I've never been that open though I have come down in my dressing gown with my nappy and plastic pants on underneath.

I am not always that open either. I thought since the two of them put me in the diaper in the first place it would not matter.

P.S. following Sunday Morning.

This is the first time that I have been basically under diaper care from anyone since childhood. It freaks me out in one way but is really kinky in another. Now I usually only wear and have wet the odd diaper while out in public and private

These two friends have not given me any option. Diapers are for a specific purpose and I had better fill that purpose or there will be steps taken by my two friends.

I pushed back a bit last night and I found out about fleet enemas and how they make diapers essential and very embarrassing. My push back earned me a changing and a spanking for not following instructions from my new Tops.

You lucky lucky duck. I am so intrigued by the diaper party you have written about in the past.

I had similar experience. Alone though.

You lucky lucky duck. I am so intrigued by the diaper party you have written about in the past.

It has been a long time since the parties. Many have moved away or lost interest. Myself included now being in Canada. The folks who would travel to the parties are just not interested anymore. I have to equate this to aging and financing. To travel to South America to party and vacation became very expensive. We did have a Benefactor that flew us all in for the last bash. He now is a recluse and sees very few people. I met him doing all of the Architectural designs for his Horse Ranch.

Parties at his house were something spectacular with 9 bedrooms with all kinds of people and kinks going on. They would go for days with food, drink and kinks of all kinds.

He was ABDL and had a full nursery set up in a room all by itself. Crib, changing table, adult sized baby furniture, and cupboards stacked with supplies. Many that entered that room travelled back to their infancy at the hands of several caregivers he hired. I was never bold enough to put myself in those situations. After watching some of the humiliation inflicted on the participants once placed in Full Kit I did not have the guts to try.

Full Kit was usually a full baby attire including diapers and restraints. The victims were teased and humiliated by the party goers. High chairs were common with leather ankle and wrist restraints. Once placed in the high chair with the table installed and restraints attached the victim would be left at the mercy of the party.

Helpless and in diapers after a few hours there were no choices but to use the diapers. This usually resulted in a party viewed diaper changing in some cases by a special person in their life. One of the fellows I saw have this done to him was diaper changed by his ex wife and sister in law. His ex wife had him in tears with her narrative while changing his wet diaper.

With cell phone pictures and many participants you were crushed by the humiliation for duration of the party. The diapers you wore were checked and made issue of by all in attendance. Often talked to and treated as if you were an actual infant with no adult interactive contact by the party goers.

I very much did not have the guts for that strong of an interaction dealing with my diaper fetish. It was fun to watch and see the total demise of someone's dignity. At the end of the party all pictures and dealings with the individual would be disposed of. The victim would leave the party knowing all of the secrets were safe within the group.

That sounds amazing? were suppositories or enemas used to speed up the process?

I had similar experience. Alone though.

The mind / imagination our one true friend and lover. Always there at a moments thought to enjoy whatever we like. If I had ever found a women like that I might have married. Nah! Bachelor for life.