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Little Sissy ...

Introduction It was my first time, and I was very nervous. He was clearly experienced in dominating boys like me and an hour after I had invited him in I found myself wearing a disposable diaper with a lace-lined pink diaper cover and matching bra. We hadn't talked about sex at all online, but when he pulled his dick out and shoved it into my mouth I was too stunned and scared to protest. With both hands around my head he thrusted it deep down my throat, ignoring my cries and gagging. This wasn't what I had in mind, but I was too weak, and too submissive to stop it.

And then my mother walked in the front door. With amazing speed she whipped a can of pepper spray out of her purse and sent a spray of the gas right into his eyes. He ran, of course, and left me there with my mother. I wasn't sure this was a better situation than the one she had freed me from.

I had to tell her everything, if I didn't she was going to call the cops and say I was raped, which I sort of was, but sort of asked for it too.

"I just felt like I needed to be controlled, I didn't expect.." My voice trailed off out of shame at what my mother had witnessed. I watched her expression change from outrage at what had happened to me, to anger that I had invited it into our home.

"What might of happened if I hadn't come home early today?" She asked retorically. She let me ponder that for a minute and then she announced.

"I'll make damn sure you never feel like you're not controlled enough again." With that she sent me to my room with orders to stay in my sissy wear while she went shopping.

Chapter One - Control

"Get down here boy!" My mother yelled from the stairwell. I had been crying from shame while she was gone, so I wiped my cheeks and nervously went downstairs. My mom was holding a large black paddle in one hand, and with the other she grabbed my wrist and dragged me into the guest bedroom.

"You're going to do exactly what I tell you from now on." She said as she pushed me over the side of the guest bed. Roughly, she yanked the diaper and panty down to my ankles.

"Don't you dare move or try to cover yourself!" She warned. I had never been spanked before - though a spanking is what I had expected from my dominant 'date." Mom wasted no time, and didn't bother with any warm up. She brought the paddle down hard on my bare backside, and I cried out in pain. She brought the paddle down again, and then again.

"Stupid little sissy..." and again, and again, "...trying to get yourself killed..." and again, and again. I screamed out begging her to stop, but she continued.

"...let some freak choke you with his filthy dick..." the whacks got harder and harder as she let her anger strengthen her wring. Even with the intense pain I realized that she was sincerely scared that something really bad might have happened to me, and though I didn't think I could take another lick I felt good inside to know she cared enough to beat the crap out of me.

Buy the time she threw the paddle down I had become too weak to scream any more, and had taken the last few licks in relative silence. I sobbed into the bed's comforter, my backside on fire. She let me cry for a few minutes, than ordered me to lay down on the bed. She opened the closet door and I saw it was now full of bags of disposable diapers and all kinds of clothing. She brought one of the diapers over and unfolded it in front of my face.

"This is your underwear for now on. A constant reminder that Mommy is in charge of you; no one else!" I winced as she slid the diaper under my very sore bottom, then brought the front up and over my crotch and taped the diaper in place. She went back to the closet and removed a pair of flannel pajamas, which she handed me. I quickly put them on, and stood by the bed, not wanting to sit or lay on my bum.

"You want to stand, you go stand in the corner." Mom said. I nodded and did as she told me. When I had my nose pressed into the corner, mom spoke more gently.

"I'm not mad at you anymore. I consider this my fault. I raised you without corporal punishment because the idiot 'experts' said not to spank. I see now that you need VERY strict discipline, and that's what you are going to get. I don't care if you are gay, or a sissy, or whatever, but you will not do stupid, dangerous things like this again!"

"I'm not gay." I sobbed, starting to cry again.

"I hated what he was doing to me, he was just supposed to spank me and treat me like a naughty little boy." I was so embarrassed, telling her my darkest secrets, but I knew I had to be honest for the first time in my life.

"I....I don't feel like I can be responsible for myself so I just wanted someone to tell me what to do."

"Well, you have that now." My mom assured me.

"But I want to hear you say it... Are you an eighteen year old man, or are you a little boy who needs mommy to care for and punish you?"

"I'm a scared little boy, Mommy." I told her and cried some more.

(To Be Continued.)

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