Femdom Nappy Change Stories

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When You Act Like A Baby...

by pigtailedpet on Sep 25, 2017
Fetish

This is a story of what happens when Master's slave girl doesn't keep up to date on her work. It is a true story. i have only written it to end my punishment and be allowed an orgasm. As i write it, my punishment continues. i had an insurance claim to file. Master was out of town but called me to ask if i had finished it. "No Sir," i admitted, distracted,...

Held Captive

by intheface on Sep 16, 2017
Fetish

I made a mistake ending up here. Here in this bedroom, in a flat belonging to two, young attractive women, chained to one of their beds. Handcuffed. I really shouldn't have taken that photo of those two's arses. I'm not a pervert. I'm just a typical young male, with a penchant for the rear end of the opposite sex. These two girls, Danielle and Amy, both had...

Naughty Naomi Ch. 06

by toocold on Sep 19, 2017
Fetish

This story carries on directly from part 5, so maybe read that first. This story also gets dirtier, so if a little vomit and quite a bit of scat are not your thing I'd turn back now -- fair warning! Everyone's over 18, this is a fantasy with wildly irresponsible and unlikely behaviour, be good to each other, etc... When she arrived home, Naomi learned three...

Dinner Date with Mommy Pt. 03

by SissyStoryTime on Nov 20, 2018
Transgender & Crossdressers

Part 3 is going to go a little off track from the previous two parts. I've been asked numerous times for more backstory on Sophie and Amanda, so we're going to go back in time to the day after the events of Meeting Mommy to see how their relationship really began to evolve into the kafkaesque clusterfuck of sexual depravity you're all so fond of. This story...

Reformatory Girls Ch. 10

by escalus on Sep 15, 2017
Fetish

Donna May bides her time. On Saturday she is far too mellow after her orgasm to think of punishing other girls. But on Sunday she runs through a few possibilities in her mind. There is hog-tying, which was so effective the last time. But ideally she'd like something different, and something which does not require her to wake herself and get out of bed before...

Bringing Kiera Home Ch. 07

by AccidentallyKinky on Mar 2, 2020
Fetish

This is the final chapter of this series. I have some ideas for Part Two, where Keira will explore both her masochistic side and her little side. I will write it, if there is enough interest. ************ Keira hadn't officially agreed to move in with Jamie; there was still some resistance, a sense of uncertainty, something holding her back. She needed to...

Chloe in Prison Ch. 17

by coniungoergosum on Sep 26, 2017
Fetish

Days Thirty-Five to Thirty-Eight After all the drama, it was back to stultifying routine: the foetid air, the ever-present whiff of latrine, the four dingy featureless walls and the long, long hours to fill. When to exercise; when to masturbate: these were about the only decisions we were free to make. Food was brought and crockery taken away; occasionally...

Baby Susie

by angiefuch on Sep 19, 2017
Fetish

Suzanne O'Halloran drove slowly down the steep mountainside track leading down from the freeway towards the clear blue waters of Harpers Lake and the grey forbidding monolith of the Hargreaves Institute beyond. Pine trees brushed the fenders of her Cadillac Escalade SUV as she reluctantly steered towards a weeks therapy and rest at Dr Hargreaves state of th...

All the lonely people Pt. 03

by Lix_Nix on Oct 21, 2019
BDSM

"What if he needs to use the bathroom?" asked Karen. "Well, at first I thought of making him wear a nappy" replied Mrs Lix, "but I realised that I had to find a way of getting him from one place to another. He'll have to clean up. His mouth has to be clean, and he's going to smell unless I can bathe him, or have him bathe himself. And he needs to eat and dr...

Chloe in Prison Ch. 16

by coniungoergosum on Sep 26, 2017
Fetish

Day Thirty-Four: Exercise Not another word passed between Rose and myself that evening, and the stony silence persisted the following morning. I lugged the slops bucket sulkily out of the cell, and kept resolutely silent on returning. I had hoped that after a night's sleep Rose might apologise, but she went about her daily rituals as though I was invisible....