Diapering My Sissy Until He Cried
He called pretending to be straight. They all do. "I just, um, wanted to talk." Within five minutes he'd admitted he'd bought panties and a pacifier. I'm a Dommee for ABDL and sissy boys — I smell a baby from a mile away. "Take off your big-boy pants right now and tell Mommy Karma what's in your drawer." He listed lace, a diaper, a tiny pink cage for his little cock. Perfect.
I made him put the diaper on, live, describing every step while I cooed cruelly. "Does the big sissy need his diaper changed? Such a messy little girl." He was stroking the whole time, humiliated and euphoric.
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Middle — The Breakdown
I ordered him to baby-talk, to call his own cock "the useless little thing," to admit he'd never satisfy a woman. Then I walked him through cumming in his diaper — "go on, baby, mess yourself like the infant you are" — and he sobbed through it, actual tears of relief. The cage stayed on. It always stays on with my sissies.
After, he whispered "thank you Mommy Karma" and I told him to sleep in wet. He said "yes Mommy." That's a trained sissy.
I'm in my dommee chair right now, wetting my own diaper, wishing a sissy was begging in my ear.
End — Why Sissies Need Me
Because you can't say this to anyone else. If you liked this, Becky's cuckold story is here and the full blog is here.
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