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Gwynsbitchboi -> RE: Forced in Diapers? (3/31/2008 10:58:01 AM)
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After a while I was glad for the diapers, even though they were humiliating to be put in. The reason why was because when I was out with Gwyn, every now and again, at random, she would just tell me to wet my pants. To her it was like asking to pass the salt, or if I got a new hair cut, and it really didn't matter where we were at the time. I would go scarlet because she would say it so casually and she didn't care if people overheard. I never knew if she got off on the idea that people might see and I would be even more embarressed, or if she just liked what the threat of it did to me. Had she told me to pee my pants without a diaper in the middle of the mall, i seriousely would have broken down and cried before doing it. No kidding. As it turned out to be, it was usually in a semi public setting like a parking lot or her back yard or something like that. At first I would always glance around and say something like "Here? Right now? What if people see, what will they think?" and she would always respond with something like "Good, I hope they do", or "Then they'll know you're a pissy baby", or her best line, the one that still haunts me, "accidents will happen..." Even now if she texts me, my first reaction before I open the message is to glance around nervously. In some ways, diapers were almost a relief. Still, for someone to have the power to tell you to put on a diaper, or to physically hold you down and put them on you while you plead, cry, and squirm is really something strange, embaressing, and erotic at the same time. Gwyn is strong, no doubt about it. Only after they were on me would the realization sink in that the next time I had to pee, whenever or wherever that happened to be, I'd was going to have to go in my pants and hope I didn't leak and people didn't notice. Suddenly knowing that that power had been taken away gave me shivers. It really drove home the feeling of powerlessness and submissiveness. Sometimes I would just wet my diaper little by little, as if trying to hold on to some small semblance of control. More often than not though, I would hold it for as long as I could, then suddenly break down and humiliate myself. When is was a real accident, it always made me feel even more helpless and under her power.
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