My Diaper Discipline

Dear Auntie Helga,

My name is Ryan, and I am now 28, happily married now to my wife, Lisa. Ever since I was young, I've enjoyed the security of being in diapers. I used to fantasize about being babied and diapered, and I told Lisa about this nine years ago. To my delight, she was completely up for this! But her ideas were a little different than mine.

She was all for the diaper play, but she insisted that she should diaper me her way. I agreed. I knew she liked to be dominant, and if she were into the idea of diapers, I knew she'd enforce domination and submission along with them, And boy, did she ever.

We got the baby supplies ready. Initially, we were using disposable diapers, a couple of pink baby pacifiers, and the typical changing supplies like baby wipes, powder, cream, etc.

The initial rules were:

-After I come home from work, I'm to report directly to her for my diapering.

-I was not to use the toilet. I was to wet and mess my diapers just like a baby.

-My diapers would be checked and changed at her discretion, and I would not be allowed to ask.

-I was to wear only my diaper at home.

There were so few rules back then. For the first month, we were both having a lot of fun. After the first month, however, I was kind of getting tired of it. Not being able to control when to get changed or when to be diapered was losing its luster. I complained and told Lisa that I didn't want her to force me into them anymore. She got a little irritated, and told me it was my idea in the first place. We bickered for a while, and we reached a decision. It was either her way or no diapers ever again. After a bit of thinking, I reluctantly agreed to submit myself to her. We both loved diaper play now, and to get rid of that would stunt our relationship heavily. For my transgressions, however, Lisa was going to punish me.

Everything got a little more serious now. My diaper discipline got much more severe. Lisa replaced my diapers with Bambino diapers and custom disposables with baby prints on them, to humiliate me more. They pretty much look exactly like the old Luvs and Pampers babies wore. We got a crib, changing table, and high chair, which Lisa all outfitted with some metal chains and shackles about three years ago. She has modified a couple of pacifiers with locking plastic straps, so she may gag me at her discretion. She has also decided to utilize cloth diapers and locking plastic panties, On top of all this, I now have more rules,

The new rules:

-I am to have my pacifier in my mouth at all times, unless Lisa takes it out. Usually, Lisa locks my pacifier, but sometimes she lets me suck on my normal ones.

-I am to drink from only a baby bottle, and fed by Lisa. Feedings occur in the high chair with my wrists and ankles shackled at her discretion.

-I am to have my diapers changed on the changing table, with my wrists and ankles shackled at her discretion.

-On Fridays and weekends, I am to be locked in my crib for the night, with my wrists and ankles, once again, shackled at her discretion.

-I am to crawl like a baby at all times, unless told otherwise.

-I am to spend at least 15 minutes after every diaper change, or as much time as Lisa tells me to, looking at myself in the mirror and looking at the bears, balloons, and baby blocks on my diaper.

-I am to spend at least 15 minutes or as much time as Lisa tells me to, watching baby diaper commercials that Lisa has recorded for me.

-If at anytime I misbehave, stricter rules will be enforced. Usually, I will be locked into cloth diapers and I will have chains and shackles on all day, as opposed to just being restrained in the crib, changing table, and high chair.

In hindsight, I now realize how foolish it was for me to go against my girlfriend. The truth was, I needed to be submissive. My job requires me to be bold and confident. It was very stressful, and I needed my diaper discipline to maintain a certain balance. I realize this now and I am very grateful to Lisa. I love her and she loves me, and I truly hope we will be together for the rest of our lives.

That's my story.


Thank you for your letter Ryan. Sometimes it's 'be careful what you wish for' though for her and you, it seems to have worked out great. Best of luck to you both.

Auntie Helga

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