Yes Sir

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The hotel room was too quiet. The air conditioner hummed, a low, steady drone that filled the space between the walls. Sunlight sneaked through the gap in the heavy curtains, painting a thin gold line across the carpet. The bed was still messy from last night, sheets tangled, pillows askew. And in the middle of it all, kneeling on the mattress, was her.

She wasn’t supposed to be here. Not like this. Not with him.

Her fingers twisted in the hem of her oversized blue T-shirt, the one with the cartoon duck on the front. It was ridiculous. She was ridiculous. But she couldn’t stop. Her mind felt fuzzy, like someone had stuffed her head with cotton. Every time she tried to think, her thoughts slipped away, replaced by a single, stubborn command: Be good for Daddy.

She whimpered, her thighs pressing together. The diaper between her legs was thick, bulky, the plastic outer shell crinkling with every shift of her hips. She could feel the padding, dry and poofy, hugging her like a second skin. It was embarrassing. It was wrong. And yet, her body tingled with something she didn’t want to name.

Across the room, he leaned against the desk, arms crossed. His suit was still crisp, his tie perfectly knotted. He looked like he belonged here, at the conference, in the world of adults, of serious discussions and handshakes. Not in a hotel room with a grown woman dressed like a toddler, kneeling on a bed.

“You’re thinking too hard, princess,” he murmured. His voice was smooth, dark, like warm honey. It made her stomach flip. “Daddy told you what to do.”

She bit her lip. The pacifier in her mouth was stupid. She knew that. But when she tried to spit it out, her jaw locked, her tongue pushing it back in. Her cheeks burned. 

She knew what to do. But it was hard to let go, to give in. Her body tingled, the pressure growing, the warmth spreading. She shifted again, the diaper crinkling loudly.

“Go on,” he murmured. “Show Daddy how good you can be.”

She whined, but her body betrayed her. The warmth spread, the pressure releasing in a slow, steady stream. The diaper caught it all, the padding swelling, the gel beads inside expanding. She could feel the wetness, the heat, the way it hugged her closer. There was a soft hiss, the sound of the diaper doing its job, absorbing everything.

She gasped, her fingers pressing against the front of her diaper. It was happening. She was doing it. The wetness spread, the warmth seeping into her skin. Her face burned, but she couldn’t stop. She didn’t want to stop.

The diaper sagged, heavy and full. She wiggled, feeling the weight between her legs, the way it made her walk funny. She bit down on her pacifier, her hips rocking without permission. She was his. She was good.

“Enough.”

The word cut through her haze. She lowered the bottle, panting. Her belly was rounded, bloated. The diaper bulged obscenely between her legs, the front pooching out. She whimpered, her fingers twitching toward it.

“No touching,” he said sharply.

She jerked her hand back.

“Stand up. Let Daddy see.”

She obeyed, pushing herself up on wobbly legs. The diaper was huge, the weight making her walk bow-legged. She could feel it squishing with every step, the gel beads shifting. Her face was on fire. She wanted to hide. She wanted to show off.

“Turn around.”

She turned, slow, her hands clenched at her sides. The diaper crinkled, the sound filling the room. She could see the wetness now, the way the padding had swollen, the tapes barely holding on. She bit down on the pacifier, her hips swaying without meaning to.

“Perfect,” he said. His voice was low, approving. “You did so well, princess.”

She preened. Her chest puffed up, her fingers twisting in her shirt. She had done well. She’d filled her diaper for Daddy. The thought made her dizzy.

“Now,” he said, pushing off the desk. “Time to show everyone what a good little girl you are.”

Her eyes widened. The conference was still going on. People were out there, adults, colleagues, competitors. And he wanted her to…

“Yes, sir,” she breathed.

She waddled toward the door, her diaper squishing with every step. The handle was cold under her fingers. She glanced back once, her heart pounding.

He smiled. “Go on, princess. Show them your wet nappy.”

She giggled, the sound high and silly. Then she pulled the door open and stepped into the hallway, her thick diaper on full display.

 

Diaper Humping: A Guide

The goal is to train your little so that the only place they can cum is in a wet, squishy diaper. This means rewiring their pleasure, making diapers the center of their arousal, and eventually, their only source of release. Here’s how to do it step by step, with patience and consistency.

Start by making diapers a positive, exciting part of their life. Praise them when they’re wearing one, especially if it’s thick or crinkly. Tease them playfully about how cute or babyish they look. Let them explore the sensations, the crinkle, the snug fit, the way it feels when they move. The more they associate diapers with comfort and pleasure, the easier the next steps will be.

When they’re aroused and asking for sexy time, gently guide them. Say things like, "Good littles get to cum in their diapers," or "Does someone want to be a good baby and cum in their diaper?" At first, let them cum in a dry diaper if they’re struggling, just make sure they’re wearing one. After they finish, praise them for being such a good little and cumming where they belong.

Whenever they initiate or ask for sexy time, your first response should always be about their diaper. "Are you wearing your diaper, baby?" or "You know Daddy likes it when you cum in your diaper." If they’re not wearing one, make them put it on before anything else happens. This reinforces that diapers are part of the process and sets the stage for the next step.

Once they’re comfortable cumming in a diaper, it’s time to set boundaries. No more orgasms outside of their diaper, period. If they try to touch themselves without one on, remind them firmly: "Good littles save their cummies for their diapers." If they slip up, reset their progress or withhold pleasure for a little while. Consistency is key.

Next, they’re only allowed to cum if their diaper is already wet or messy. If they ask for sexy time, check their diaper first. "Is it nice and soggy for Daddy?" If it’s dry, they’ll have to wait or better yet, they’ll have to make it soggy while you watch and tease them. Over time, their brain will start to link arousal only to the feeling of a wet, used diaper.

Keep this up, and soon, they won’t even want to cum anywhere else. The sensation of a wet diaper will become their biggest turn-on, and the idea of cumming without one will feel wrong or unsatisfying. Praise them every time they follow the rules, and remind them how proud you are of their progress. Eventually, they’ll reach the point where they can’t cum unless they’re in a soggy diaper, and that’s when you’ll know you’ve succeeded.

The secret? Make it fun, make it rewarding, and never let them forget: real littles only get their cummies in their diapers. Now… who’s ready to be a good, soggy baby?