I Really Am And Do

New York

0

Diapered

Answer and Reblog To Find Mommy In Your Location

Where are you from?

What is your baby age ?

How do you love to be taken care of?

Answer and reblog , Someone from your location will definitely find you 😊

=====================================

Antworten und reloggen Sie, um Mama an Ihrem Standort zu finden

Woher kommst du?

Wie alt ist Ihr Baby?

Wie liebst du es, umsorgt zu werden?

Antworten und rebloggen. Jemand von Ihrem Standort wird Sie auf jeden Fall finden😊

My favorite things to here

🍼" You’re Too Little To… “🍼

” Aw, baby. You’re too little to use the grown-up potty. Sit on my lap, relax, and go potty in your diapee/pull-up. I’ll help you if you need it. “

” Do you need to go potty? Oh no, you’re too little to use the grown-up potty. I’ll take you to your little potty chair. “

” Let me cut your food up for you, sweetheart. You’re too little for such big bites. You could choke! “

” Here’s your bottle, baby… lay in my lap, you’re too little to drink it yourself. We don’t want it to spill on your clothes, do we? Let me hold it for you. Just put your hands on your tummy and relax~. “

” Uh-uh-uh! Those are adult clothes! You’re much too little for those! Let’s get you in a snug diaper/pull-up–after all, we don’t want you having an accident in big kid clothes~. Stains are hard to get out. We’ll find you more age-appropriate clothes too. “

” Uh-oh, did someone make piddles in their diaper/pull-up? Aw, don’t cry. You’re too little to know when you have to go potty. Let’s get you cleaned up. “

” Nap time, baby~. What’s that? You’re not sleepy? Don’t be silly, you’re too little to go without a nap, you’ll turn into a fussypants. “

” You know the rules; you hold my hand when we’re out. You’re too little to wander around by yourself. You stay by my side at all times. Or do I need to put you in a stroller? “

” Oh no, baby. The public bathrooms are for adults. You’re too little for those. Just go in your diapee/pull-up, and I’ll change you as soon as we get back to the car. “

” You’re too little to check yourself to see if you’re wet or messy. That’s my job~. And no, you can’t change yourself. “

” In the back seat, let me buckle you in nice and safely. Of course I’m using the child-locks. What’s that? You wanna sit in the front? Nuh-uh, you’re too little! “

” Oh, you silly baby! You’re too little to dress/undress yourself! Let me help you. “

” I bought you a nice, big playpen to put you in, so I can keep an eye on you. You’re too little to wander around the house without my supervision! You could get into things you’re not supposed to. “

Releasing ABDL Shame

I recently got a private message on Fetlife from a new guy-friend who, like me and so many others have, is struggling with the guilt and shame of having ABDL interests, particularly in light of his outward masculinity.  I thought I would repost my advice here in case it can be of any help to our Tumblr friends… while we aren’t by any means experts on shame or self-care, I thought perhaps my thoughts could help others.

—

For me, there have been a couple of core concepts that have helped me release that shame and guilt. I’ll share them here in full knowledge that these aren’t the kinds of things that seep in overnight: it took me a couple of years to deeply internalize them, and even today I have to remind myself at times that I lose self-compassion or feel threatened. So, be kind to yourself… this kind of self-integration is a process, and by reaching out to others you have started it brilliantly. Kudos for your bravery!

Everyone is masculine and feminine.

Seriously, we all contain both of these energies and their requisite traits in spades. Our culture tells us a lot about how we should feel, how each gender should act, etc., but most of it is polarized nonsense for the sake of quick characterization. (One researcher refers to it as a “social role heuristic,” basically a shortcut to understand where we fit in the pecking order). For a couple hundred millennia, males have been depended upon to be bigger, physically stronger, hunt, etc., and females have been depended upon to bear and nurse children, gather provisions, nurture community support, etc., and our cultural standards have developed around these necessities. Unfortunately, we have also lumped a whole lot of psychological concepts into these functional realities as our societies have gotten more complex and our ability to abstract has improved. So big/strong/independent has turned into a role and bear/gather/nurture has turned into a role which eventually turned into a set of beliefs which eventually turned into our concept of gender.

All that to say, you are both. You are strong and independent and tough and assertive. You are also soft, open, in need of love, tender, small, and weak. Both are true, and neither requires the other to go away in order for itself to exist. As Walt Whitman famously wrote, “I am large. I contain multitudes.” I go to work, I make command decisions, sometimes I guide millions of dollars and hundreds of jobs with my choices… and when I come sometimes I want to get diapered and taken care of, and both are equally awesome. Neither requires the other one to go away in order to be true. You need to be taken care of, just like everybody else, and don’t let the business suit or power play trick you into thinking you need to polarize. You don’t. Go kick ass during the day, come home and Little-out at night. Or vice versa. You are contain multitudes.

You are not broken.

Man, this is the crux of it. Sexuality is impossibly complex, and it exists at such a fundamental level in our brain development and evolution… it pre-dates conscious thought, and our conceptualizations of our sexuality are merely best-guesses at trying to characterize something wholly abstract and base-functioning.

To think of sexualities, regardless of how culturally deviant, as being character flaws or mistakes is to miss how sexuality works. If you don’t believe me, look at the NIH-funded studies that demonstrated how easy it is to create a lemon fetish in rats. Are these rats morally corrupt? Are they broken? Are they perverts? Are they broken? Nope… their sexual development happened to overlap with a sensory stimulus and they ended up with a fetish. Awesome. Anybody got any guesses on why men are attracted breasts? Yup. Because that’s how that works.

There is nothing wrong with you. There never was. Your sexuality may be different than most people you know, but it’s not broken.  There is no normal sexuality, and I guarantee that you are surrounded by dozens of men and women at work who have sexual fetishes, bizarre interests, turn-ons and practices that they work hard to hide from the world.

You deserve to try to be happy.

The pursuit of happiness is, as the US Declaration of Independence so eloquently puts it, an inalienable right. I think it’s an inherent trait; a motivational force built into each of us in some degree that drives behavior. So goddamnit, if something makes you happy and you can do it without violating others’ right to their pursuit of happiness, go after it. Few things make me as happy as diapering my wife, and few things make me feel as loved as being diapered. So I’m going to do it a lot; it’s fantastic. If I’m not doing it enough, I’m going to create time, and if I find I’m doing it too much, I’ll back it off, as it isn’t actually making me happy. Your pursuit of something that makes you happy isn’t just nice, it’s essential to embracing your own beautiful humanity. So fucking run after it; find your thing, and do it a lot. If your partner isn’t game, that’s OK… he/she doesn’t have to be, and he/she has a right to pursue happiness too, and you guys can work out how that will work for you. Pursuing happiness is part of valuing your own humanity; if you would want it for a friend, you can want it for yourself.

Let shame teach you, then let it go.

Shame and fear researcher Brenè Brown says it better than I ever could in her TED talk on shame:

“In surviving this last year, I was reminded of a cardinal rule — not a research rule, but a moral imperative from my upbringing — “you’ve got to dance with the one who brung ya”. And I did not learn about vulnerability and courage and creativity and innovation from studying vulnerability. I learned about these things from studying shame. And so I want to walk you in to shame. Jungian analysts call shame the swampland of the soul. And we’re going to walk in. And the purpose is not to walk in and construct a home and live there. It is to put on some galoshes — and walk through and find our way around.”

It’s OK to feel it.  It’s OK really dislike that feeling, too.  But let it teach you; let it tell you about your beliefs and your contradictions without judging yourself for feeling those things.  Then, when you’re ready, choose to begin to step out of it.  Avoiding shame (like avoiding any feeling) just compresses it into a more potent version of itself, and it comes out in dark and unpredictable ways.  Don’t try *not* to be shameful, but rather ask what it teaches you about yourself, then choose to replace shame with compassion as you walk out of the swamp.

I hope this is helpful, and I’m really glad you reached out; that moment of vulnerability is a moment of profound creative and renewing energy.

My Best,

RY

Ageplay IS ok

The first point i’d like to make is: Daddys/caregivers/mummys and their little boys/girls are NOT sick and twisted perverts driven by deep seated incestuous or paedophilic desires.

Littles are simply adult women and men with a childlike personality and who appreciate an emotionally mature partner to protect, comfort and love them. Littles in a DD/lg , DD/lb , MD/lb , MD/lg , C/l relationship are not interested in incest!

DD / MD and caregivers are Dominants who simply assume a much more nurturing and caring role than Dominants in other types of D/s relationships. Little girls and little boys are submissive women and men who have a naturally childlike personality that is especially dominant in them when they are around a Daddy Dom, mummy domme, caregiver, who makes them feel safe and cherished.

Its OK to feel these feelings!

as long as all party’s are of legal age, consenting, and safe, whether the relationship is sexual or non sexual, its ok to want to live this lifestyle!

Can a daddy do this to me?

Just a Little Longer

“Alright,” she said to herself.  “You can do this.”  However, she wasn’t very sure of herself while saying that.

It shouldn’t have been that hard, really.  For 23 years now, she had managed to make it to the bathroom on time without fail, give or take two or three of those early years that she couldn’t remember very well.  So why was it that she was so uncertain of herself now?

The answer was the very thick diaper between her legs.  She wasn’t positive, but she was pretty sure he had put her in at least two or three at once.  She could barely squeeze her legs together, and she didn’t walk so much as she waddled about.  It hadn’t even made sense to put pants on…she wagered she wouldn’t even be able to get them on over her diaper anyways.

Still, she had been given some very direct orders:  “Prove to me that you’re a big girl and that you don’t need these, and maybe your punishment will end sooner than later.”

Keep reading

Reblog if you’re an AB/DL, Babyfur, little or you wear diapers. I am looking for people to follow.

Plleaseeee

AlphaKingAlbert

Found this vid at some point, and it inspired the below short story, i hope you enjoy. if this is your vid and you want me to remove it (or credit you), please let me know.

——————–

I sat with my friends at the table in their home, we planned going out to a party in the evening together, hiving a coffee and talking. As so many times we talked about bondage, the fun we have with different guys in different situations. i liked everything lockable, it is more definite, harder if at all possible to get out, while they enjoyed anything that restrains, one of them especially does enjoy mummification with duct tape.

i mentioned that tape has its charm, but is just too easy to break, it may take effort, but one always finds a way to rip it nevertheless. they did not agree, done well, done right, using proper duct tape and not cheap packing tape, they insisted it can be just as inescapable. since i refused to agree however, they dared me to give it a try.

we still had a few hours before going to the party and they agreed that it would not be a full mummification with layers, but just tape to gag me, tie my arms and legs, and then i could proof them wrong. no way i skip a dare, regardless of what it will end up with (big flaw of myself), so of course i agreed to it.

Keep reading

Reblog! I won't tell your secret... 😈

Reblog if you….