paddedlittleparadise: Be a good girl for Miss Helen. Be a good girl…lift my skirt and show he
paddedlittleparadise: Be a good girl for Miss Helen. Be a good girl…lift my skirt and show her my diaper. Show her how obedient I can be. Show her what a good little maid I am in my uniform and my diaper… Alice’s mind echoed and reechoed with these commanding, wonderfully comforting words - the result of the many months of intensive training her sweet and dominating girlfriend Helen had put her through. How long had it been since that fateful summer evening in the park, when Alice had broken down, whispering with flaming cheeks and faltering voice her dearest fantasies…how she longed for someone to take charge of her, to control her, to make her into their girly little slave? Helen had been so touched…she’d hugged Alice close, reminding her gently of just how much she loved her. “You know that it doesn’t matter to me how you dress, how you act, how you’d like to have sex,” she had comforted the now-sobbing Alice. “All I want is for you to be happy…” She’d kissed her ever so softly. “And if you want all that, then that’s what I want for you too. We’re in this together, and making your dreams come true is all I can ask.” “But what about your dreams…?” Alice had faltered, tears still welling up. “What if you want something else..” But Helen had firmly, gently placed her finger over Alice’s trembling lips. “Don’t you worry, my love; I’m going to find my dreams along the way, okay? And you’re going to be the one to make them come true… I know it.” And oh, how wonderfully right Helen had been. Over these past months and years, she’d tried all sorts of lovely, humiliating, and exhilarating experiments with Alice - pegging, sissifying, chastity, forced orgasms, oral training, and more - and Alice had been an exceptionally eager student. But the jackpot had been struck when they tried ageplay; Helen found that she adored the look of a thick disposable diaper on her little girl, and soon Alice was being kept in them 24/7. “We’ve got to keep that silly little sissy clit out of trouble,” she often cooed as she bundled Alice’s tiny little member into the soft, secure padding of another booster-filled diaper. And when she’d added catheter play, hypnosis, and positive reinforcement, Alice’s continence - already not the best on the planet - had been as good as gone. Quite frankly, she hadn’t really missed it; after all, with every wet or messy diaper, with every time she showed Helen how little control she had left, her girlfriend seemed more and more pleased. Such a good girl. Wetting, dribbling, safe in my diapers… Show Miss Helen my diapers, show the world I’m Miss Helen’s slave… Good wet diaper slave… Today, she was Miss Helen’s diapered maid. It didn’t matter what she’d be tomorrow - a helpless baby, a naughty schoolgirl, or an un-housebroken pet. Today was enough. Today was just one more day, one more chance to obey her hypnotic training, one more chance to show the love of her life how much she loved being her little diaper girl. Her diaper warmed with another uncontrollable accident, and she smiled. This was right. This was where she belonged. This was who she was. Image Credit: sissyalicewonderland.tumblr.com Please do not remove my caption; if you do, may telemarketers call your cell every single night at 3 AM. -- source link