Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
Humiliating boys is my job; I think I’m pretty good at it. I always find out what embarrasses them the most, and then I pick at it that nerve over and over until it’s raw. The exposed trigger is much easier to pluck for the desired results. It’s fun for me and obviously pleasing for the losers and diaper dummies, but what I didn’t expect was for some Diaper Daddy to turn it around on me and cause me to be the one who was humiliated!
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
Daddy’s shop has a lot of rules. Like a lot. “Don’t touch the buttons on the lift,” “Don’t mess with the air compressor,” “Put the tools back where they belong.” On and on; seriously, how is one little girl supposed to know and remember all of Daddy’s silly rules every time she wants to visit his workshop? He says the shop can be a dangerous place for curious girls, and all of the rules are to protect me and keep me safe, but honestly, I just think he makes them up so he can spank me whenever he feels like it.
For example, the day I waltzed into his shop and stopped in my tracks. A colorful eruption of sparkles exploded in front of Daddy as he hunched over the bench. The sparks were so bright they made him look like a dark shadow as he worked under a big helmet. My feet started bringing me closer, mesmerized by how the bright lights danced off every surface around him. Because I wasn’t looking where I was going, my foot kicked something heavy on the floor, and the clang caught Daddy’s attention. His helmet-covered head snapped in my direction, and the sparks stopped immediately. I could tell just by his posture I was in trouble.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
Many things can be used to humiliate a man, but one sure-fire way to embarrass a grown man is to put him in diapers because his cock is lacking. The cock is what makes you a man, right? So when I pull down your pants and find a baby dick hiding in there instead of a mouth-watering, thick veiny cock, of course, I’m going to laugh and immediately want to put that puny thing in pampers.
Take Baby Riley, for example. He says he will do anything for his Mommy Kaykay and be such an obedient boy, but that doesn’t stop me from exposing how wittle and pathetic his baby dick is.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
Have you ever eaten your cum? Have you ever considered it? Maybe you’d be willing to share it with me? Sharing can be fun! I have to be honest; it turns me on thinking about snowballing your load after I’ve sucked it from your cock. I know, I know. Many guys say that’s gross, and they wouldn’t ever, but …for me?
Picture it, okay? I’m on my knees, between your legs, slowly working my plump lips up and down your shaft. My tongue is washing back and forth along the underside of your cock as I draw you closer and closer to orgasm. My honey-brown eyes blink up at you, and you all see desire and desperation. You know I want nothing more than for you to cum in my mouth. The tightening grip of my hand working your base, pumping you between my lips, only confirms it.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
My Boss called me into his office and asked me to shut the door. I hadn’t been his secretary for long, so I was pretty nervous I’d made some kind of mistake. I sat across from him and crossed my legs. The tight pencil skirt I wore rode up a bit to show off the lace tops of my thigh-high stockings. I called you in here today to discuss your wardrobe.” He stated with a bit of a growl. “The way you dress is a serious distraction. I mean, Kayla, you are obviously a beautiful girl, but wearing such tight skirts and shirts isn’t helping anyone around here be productive.”
“Well, that isn’t very fair.” I lifted my chin as I replied boldly. “You walk around the office looking sexy as fuck in that suit and bossing everyone around the way you do. It constantly makes my panties wet, but I’m still able to do my job. I don’t think the problem is me; I think you just can’t handle yourself.” I smirked as his nostrils flared and flicked the top button on my blouse to give him a better view of my swelling cleavage. I’d say I successfully turned the tables on his plan.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357
When you talk about something all day long, it tends to stay on your mind. That’s kind of how I ended up diapering a real big boy. A man who didn’t want to be diapered at all! Here at work, I’m surrounded by sissies and pathetic baby bitches who shove diapers at me all the time. They BEG to be tapped up and forced to regress. I never thought I would enjoy forcing someone into pampers until my friend’s son started hitting on me.
My friend is my Mom’s age. We met at the pool and became fast friends, regardless of the age gap, so it didn’t surprise me that she had sons my age—cute ones, too. Whenever we hung out, her oldest constantly flirted with me—even in front of his girlfriend! I decided I would punish him for that by forcing him into a diaper.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
He stood at the dark window, scowling at the freshly falling snow outside. I slipped up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. My hands rubbed his bare chest and pulled his hard body back against my soft chest. My lips brushed lightly against the back of his neck. “Snow, in the last week of March,” the last words of his sentence were echoed inside of the glass in his hand as he drained the last of the amber-colored liquid.
“Come to bed,” I snickered, placing light kisses across his shoulder. He scoffed, not at me but at the winter wonderland outside, and didn’t budge, as if the heat of his glaring would melt the offending white stuff before it had a chance to stick.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357
As your newly hired executive assistant, I’m in your office (My boss), in your chair, with my high heels up on your desk. There is a big ripped-up box by my feet. I’m wearing a tight pencil skirt and a button-up blouse, but half the buttons are undone, and my heavy tits are threatening to spill out. There’s a big smile on my face as I sip my coffee, looking awful comfy in your chair when you come in. “Kayla?” You question with an unhappy look on your face. I smile even bigger and kick my feet off the desk to stand up. Then, I slap my hand on the box and lean forward.
“A package came for you…. it got kinda ripped up… something fell out.” I wiggle my eyebrows and hold up an adult diaper from the open box.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357
As he thrust into her yet again, she felt a new pressure building in her abdomen. Overwhelmed, her hands explore with a mind of their own. Skimming up his back, her navy blue nails drawing pretty red lines as her pleasure overtakes her. He continues to thrust when she pauses and stares into his eyes.
“I’m sorry it feels like…”
“Like what?” He asks.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357
Thunder clattered above the tavern, making the building vibrate with its anger. Glasses and beer mugs chattered together as if in fear of what was coming. I should have taken the electric tension in the air as a warning from the fates. However, I was in a world of my own, too busy being the only wench serving brutes and monsters.
The door to the tavern blew open, loudly smashing into the wall. I turned in surprise, but what shook me more was the tall, cloaked figure in the doorway. Wind and rain whipped across the unmoving shadow’s face, and fear froze me in place. Lightening ripped across the sky, highlighting the new guest’s covered face. The hood of the cloak covered the newcomer’s eyes and most of their nose but their full lips sat in a grim smile.