A Fantasy from the mind of Sissy Christi (Yes that’s actually me)
Jason had always struggled with being assertive. He was naturally passive, but his parents and his teachers always pressured him to assert himself, to be a leader rather than a follower. All through adolescence and now into college Jason struggled to be who others wanted him to be. In truth, all he wanted was to lay back and let someone else decide for him.
Jason went online to see what he could find. Even in the online forums, he felt the need to pretend, to put on a strong face. Not even the anonymity of the internet could break the internalized role Jason thought he should play, even though it felt so wrong. But then, Jason met Him.
“Stop pretending, bitch boy,” the Man typed. Jason had no idea how he’d seen through the facade so quickly. “I mainly like girls, but lately I’ve been looking for a beta boi to train and turn into my slave. You seem like a good fit.”
For some reason, the Man’s words stuck Jason to his very core. He was like a schoolgirl swooning over his first crush. Jason responded to every message as soon as he could, and waited anxiously for the Man to reply. Soon the Man knew who Jason was and every other detail that mattered.
“You will meet me at the address below,” the Man commanded.
Jason left immediately. When Jason reached the house an enormous Man opened the door. Jason knew exactly who it was.
“Come in, boy.”
Jason scurried to obey.
“Strip.”
Jason was naked in an instant, a little embarrassed at his nudity but also excited by what the Man might do. A powerful, muscled arm pointed towards the bed. Jason was incredibly nervous, but bent over and spread his cheeks like he thought the Man wanted. A deep chuckle made Jason feel even more humiliated, and oddly turned on.
“You really are a little bitch, aren’t you?” The Man said. It wasn’t really a question. “I can see your little pecker standing at attention. Pathetic. Don’t you worry, I’ll be fucking you before long, but there are a few steps before that. Lay down on your back.”
Confused, Jason nonetheless wasted no time in laying down. Now the Man’s bulk was evident, looming over Jason’s scrawny frame. Laying on the bed, legs spread wide, totally vulnerable, Jason’s little dick stood as hard as it could, all four inches of it. This provoked another laugh from the Man who was busy fetching something from the side of the room. Jason’s eyes bulged when he saw it.
It was a Diaper. Not just any Diaper, but a Pink Diaper with princess designs. The Man also carried baby wipes and baby powder. Jason was knew, with more assurance than anything he had ever known in life, that he would be wearing that Diaper in just a few moments.
Soon Jason’s little dick was wrapped tightly in his Pink Diaper. It felt like a culmination of so many things. Jason knew the Man, who he might as well start thinking of as Daddy, would be making all the decisions from now on. Strangely, this was perfectly ok for little Jason. He rocked back and forth, crinkling loudly in his Diaper and feeling it rub against his dick. Jason had a feeling he was going to like wearing Diapers. He looked up and could see Daddy was already stroking. He gave a small nod to Jason, who slid off the bed and crawled over as Daddy dropped his pants. Time for Jason to show Daddy how thankful he was for his new predicament. So much better to follow orders than to think for yourself. Jason was content to be Daddy’ Diapered little Dickslave, and Daddy was only too happy to oblige the little slut.
A Fantasy from the mind of Sissy Christi (Yes that’s actually me)
Jason had always struggled with being assertive. He was naturally passive, but his parents and his teachers always pressured him to assert himself, to be a leader rather than a follower. All through adolescence and now into college Jason struggled to be who others wanted him to be. In truth, all he wanted was to lay back and let someone else decide for him.
Jason went online to see what he could find. Even in the online forums, he felt the need to pretend, to put on a strong face. Not even the anonymity of the internet could break the internalized role Jason thought he should play, even though it felt so wrong. But then, Jason met Him.
“Stop pretending, bitch boy,” the Man typed. Jason had no idea how he’d seen through the facade so quickly. “I mainly like girls, but lately I’ve been looking for a beta boi to train and turn into my slave. You seem like a good fit.”
For some reason, the Man’s words stuck Jason to his very core. He was like a schoolgirl swooning over his first crush. Jason responded to every message as soon as he could, and waited anxiously for the Man to reply. Soon the Man knew who Jason was and every other detail that mattered.
“You will meet me at the address below,” the Man commanded.
Jason left immediately. When Jason reached the house an enormous Man opened the door. Jason knew exactly who it was.
“Come in, boy.”
Jason scurried to obey.
“Strip.”
Jason was naked in an instant, a little embarrassed at his nudity but also excited by what the Man might do. A powerful, muscled arm pointed towards the bed. Jason was incredibly nervous, but bent over and spread his cheeks like he thought the Man wanted. A deep chuckle made Jason feel even more humiliated, and oddly turned on.
“You really are a little bitch, aren’t you?” The Man said. It wasn’t really a question. “I can see your little pecker standing at attention. Pathetic. Don’t you worry, I’ll be fucking you before long, but there are a few steps before that. Lay down on your back.”
Confused, Jason nonetheless wasted no time in laying down. Now the Man’s bulk was evident, looming over Jason’s scrawny frame. Laying on the bed, legs spread wide, totally vulnerable, Jason’s little dick stood as hard as it could, all four inches of it. This provoked another laugh from the Man who was busy fetching something from the side of the room. Jason’s eyes bulged when he saw it.
It was a Diaper. Not just any Diaper, but a Pink Diaper with princess designs. The Man also carried baby wipes and baby powder. Jason was knew, with more assurance than anything he had ever known in life, that he would be wearing that Diaper in just a few moments.
Soon Jason’s little dick was wrapped tightly in his Pink Diaper. It felt like a culmination of so many things. Jason knew the Man, who he might as well start thinking of as Daddy, would be making all the decisions from now on. Strangely, this was perfectly ok for little Jason. He rocked back and forth, crinkling loudly in his Diaper and feeling it rub against his dick. Jason had a feeling he was going to like wearing Diapers. He looked up and could see Daddy was already stroking. He gave a small nod to Jason, who slid off the bed and crawled over as Daddy dropped his pants. Time for Jason to show Daddy how thankful he was for his new predicament. So much better to follow orders than to think for yourself. Jason was content to be Daddy’ Diapered little Dickslave, and Daddy was only too happy to oblige the little slut.
Diapered Sassy 