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'I stare at the black panties, soaked in pee and dripping in warm cum, my mother's awful words still ringing in my ears. 'What was I going to do!?' I stared at my shorts and knee I need underwear if I was going to play sport with my friends. But, the drenched and foul smelling lacy panties were my only option.
My hands were shaking by the time I managed to get myself together enough to wring the panties over the toilet, watching a streaming of pee pour off them. They were still very wet and beginning to cool when I stepped into them, m knees wobbling as i dragged them up my legs, cringing as I felt the cold material cling tightly to my smooth butt cheeks and still-sensitive cock.
"John! Where are you!? Your friends are waiting!?!" I hear my Mother's voice shout from somewhere downstairs.
I hurriedly put on my shorts, and scurry to the door with my thighs spread far apart as I felt the clinging material work its way up my butt, but my body stops as my hand reaches for the knob of the door. I take a deep breath, summon up all my courage, twist the knob and waddle into the hall.'
Oh, geez! What happens next!? You should write it, Robyn, it'd seriously make a great story :D
I guess now I'm here, I should mention my story. It's funny, I was only thinking of it the other day. I was six and at school. I don't remember the actual peeing, but I was taken to the Australian-version of a Nurse's office. A neighbour and friend of the family was called because my parents both worked, and she stripped me naked and wiped down my legs, butt and my little tinkle with a towel and dressed me again. I remember being very embarrassed (I was meant to be a very smart kid, after all!?), and for the few years after that, I always thought of that incident when I saw her.
Since then, I have developed somewhat of a fetish, a passion, for humiliation, and similar scenes have featured in some of the stories I've written here, High School Princess being the most obvious example.
Another incident I remember from the same year is having my first erection. I didn't like my teacher at school, and as I was falling asleep one night, I imagined tying her up and torturing her- and up came tinkle! And what I was pondering the other day was- which event came first, the humiliating event or the humiliation fantasy? I'm not sure.
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I'd blush like a virgin if I had the nerve to tell him "My fem name is Robyn-Anne. do you think it's pretty? Pretty for a lil baby in wet panties?"
Maybe I ought to write the story!!!
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I think there were too many people out to the bathroom already so I had to wait. I couldn't hold it
in and ended up wetting my pants right in class. It was so embarrassing!
Like Robyn-Anne, I borrowed some of my mother's clothing during my high school years. It was fun to
dress up and feel pretty when no one else was at home. Once, a friend dropped by unexpectedly while
I was in lingerie and a dress. That was a scary moment! I quickly ducked down below the window,
yelled that I'd be right there, and quickly changed. I never did find out if he saw anything; he
never said anything about it.
Around the same time I started getting interested in diapers. I made makeshift diapers out of old
rags, and baby panties out of plastic garbage bags held on with pantyhose. I soon learned the
importance of wearing a thick enough diaper!
A few times my parents found some of my mother's clothing in my dresser drawer, or a paper bag of
used rag diapers under my bed. I got a good scolding, but that was it.
I liked to sneak outdoors at night, hide behind a bush, and change into lingerie, a diaper, and a
dress, and then wet and mess myself. I'd take a small picture of a nude woman with me, look at it,
and pretend that she was punishing me by making me dress up like a woman and wear and use my
diaper in public. Once I was almost caught by my parents, who had heard me sneaking around
outside and thought there was a prowler. After that I was much more careful.
When my parents were away for a few days I'd go to bed in lingerie and my makeshift diaper and
plastic baby pants, tie my wrists and ankles to the legs of the bed with clothesline as best I could,
and look at a centerfold while I wet and messed myself. Again, I was pretending that the woman
was punishing me. Later I bought some small chains used for dog collars or some such and a few
small padlocks so I could chain my pantyhosed ankles to the legs of the bed for overnight
diaperings. A few times I tried spanking myself with a paddle as part of my "punishment" but it
hurt and wasn't as exciting as I'd hoped. I also tried whipping my bottom with a riding crop, but
that wasn't very exciting, either.
During my times alone at home I also liked to dress up and use my diapers in all sorts of places,
pretending they were a part of my everyday life. One time I filled my diaper while washing dishes
in the kitchen. Once I did it while putting clothes in the washing machine. One winter I even went
out to walk the dog in lingerie and a diaper, with my well-padded bottom hidden under my winter
coat. I was worried that my foam rubber breast forms would stand out but I wanted to keep my
bra and slip on. I filled my diaper while I was outdoors.
One time I found a pair of cheap handcuffs in a novelty store. I used these in some of my
punishment diaperings for a while. One night I was in bed, with my hands handcuffed behind my
back. My ankles were tied, and a rope connected my ankles to the handcuff chain. I was trying to
unlock the cuffs after filling my diaper when I pulled too hard and one of the cuffs broke. As
punishment for breaking them, I made myself go to a store and buy a paddle. I kept my diaper on
under jeans and a raincoat. The store was a big home improvement place and there weren't a lot
of people there, but now and then I'd get an odd look, so I realized that people must be smelling
my diaper. I looked through the breadboard section. The best I could find was a plastic one that
looked like it would make a good paddle. So I picked it up, along with a bread knife to disguise my
intentions. The cashier gave me an odd smile as I checked out. That's the last time I've worn a full
diaper out in public.
One frightening incident occurred during a very cold winter. I had gone to bed dressed for a
punishment session and and was wearing a very full diaper. I heard an annoying noise outside.
After a while I finally realized what it was. The car horn was going off out in the driveway. I was
leaving my room to go see about it when the doorbell rang. I quickly turned my bedroom light
out and kept very quiet. Some flashlights shone in the front window for a while. I realized that
a neighbor must have called the police. I was terrified that they'd break in and catch me in my
lingerie and diaper. But after a while they went away. When I was sure the coast was clear I
quickly went outside and finally managed to get the horn to shut off. I forget what I did to stop
it. Then I went back to bed, still in my messy diaper.
These incidents all occurred over a number of years, of course.
Later, when I found I could order plastic panties, diaper pins, and other adult baby supplies online
I was delighted. Right now, I'm wearing a wet diaper, pink plastic baby panties, and a pink pajama
suit with booties, a drop seat, and a snap-up front, and sucking on a pacifier.
I haven't had an accident in a long time, because when I wet myself it's on purpose!
These days I don't tie myself up, and I rarely spank myself, though I still love to fantasize about
dommy mommies. The fun is in being a baby girl and, now and then, a big girl. I especially enjoy
wetting and messing myself outdoors, almost always out in the yard. I'm not sure if I'd want a
real spanking over a woman's lap. My experience so far has been that spankings hurt and
aren't really sexy. But since my early schooldays I have fantasized about dominant women,
loving and caring but strict.
Thanks for your question. It's been fun reminiscing! I had forgotten about a few of these adventures
until your question reminded me.
- Sissy Desiree
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