Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
“Where are we going, Mommy?” Diapie asked as I sprinkled powder over his uncaged penis. He’d be locked up for two weeks, and tonight, we’d be celebrating his freedom. My nose wrinkled, and I shook my head. As if I’d ruin the surprise. Gently, I folded down his erection so I could tape his diaper up tightly. Someone was VERY excited to be able to stretch out. However, we wouldn’t want any accidents where we were going. “Please, just a hint?”
I sighed as I pulled up his jeans and then buckled them. He dipped his head between my jaw and shoulder as I zipped his pants. Diapie’s lips tickled my neck, and he pleaded again. “Okay, okay.” I giggled and stepped back to help him into his big boy button-up shirt. “It’ll be VERY exciting.” My eyebrows wiggled as he grumbled that my hint wasn’t a hint at all.
Diapie Boys Strip Club Adventure
Once he was all dressed, I buckled him into the back seat of my car and played sing-along songs as I drove us to our date night adventure. Diapie still had questions, but Mommy ignored him and danced to the beat. We pulled up to the strip club, and Diapie sat up tall in his booster, his hands plastered on the window. “Holy fuck, you can’t make me go in there diapered.” His big boy voice was in full swing, and I chuckled because I knew that’s exactly what I would do.
I stepped outta the driver’s seat wearing a tiny, little cocktail dress that showed off my legs and the tops of my breasts. Then, I opened Diapie’s door and unbuckled with him, the valet watching me. “Kayla, please.” He urged. “Anywhere else?”
“No pouting,” I took his hand and pulled him out of the car. With a big smile, I passed the keys to the valet and guided Diapie inside. The lights were dim, and the music was loud. We sat at a table right in front of the stage, and I pulled a stack of ones out of my diaper bag and slapped them into Diapie’s palm. “How many lap dances do you think you can get through without cumming in your pamper?”
Diapie let out a whine, but then the talent stepped on stage, and shock took over his face. I giggled and kicked my feet as happiness at his shock took over me. My fingers petted his neck as he watched the male stripper move toward us. I leaned in close so I could whisper in his ear, “Ready to cum for cock, Faggot?”
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