Mmm Who's My Good Boy?

The good thing about using a strap to fuck? It's not going to get limp. I can fuck you for hours, from orgasm to orgasm until you beg me to stop because they hurt and you can't keep going anymore. And l can tell you that all I'm getting out of this is seeing you cum, would you really want to take that away from me? No, of course not, so you'd better be quiet and thankful.

As you awoke, your brain was foggy. The accompanying splitting headache was the least of concerns as you felt a crushing weight on your chest.

I dare say the well wrapped tape gag you were enduring didn’t help in your desire to breathe. As you tried to focus through cloudy eyes, the shimmer of red was all you could see. You looked up and saw Miss Hall, the demure teacher from your son’s school staring down at you, her expression cold as ice.

The last time you were in each other’s company was at the parent’s evening. A difference of opinion turned into a blazing row about your boy’s less than ideal behaviour. Miss Hall was laying the blame at your feet while you passionately defended yourself. The confrontation was quite a spectacle until you ended it by criticising her educational ability and called her out on her flirting with you earlier in the year. Humiliated, she stormed out of the school and you turned to the headteacher and carried on your tirade.

On the following weekend, you saw Miss Hall in the local coffee shop and you apologised for your actions. She was calm and said she understood your point of view, but the accusations of her conduct earned her a suspension and possibly more. You felt wretched and promised to go to the headteacher and take it all back, pleading her case. Miss Hall smiled, her serious and studious look softer once she took those glasses off. She was actually very pretty and those pale blue eyes hinted at something a little more as you flirted gently with each other…..

The afternoon turned into evening as you spent more time in her company, before the unexpected invitation to her house for a few drinks. And this is where we pick up the tale. Having changed into something more appropriate, Miss Hall’s leather thighs are resting on your sternum, her hot pussy inches from your well packed and taped mouth.

Her persona of concerned educator has now been replaced by a vengeful bitch who’s going to make you suffer, before you beg the headteacher to lift the suspension. You should relax, she’ll make sure you leave relatively unscathed….besides, what’s better than a sexy girl repeatedly rubbing her leather crotch over your face?

Just take a breath if you can.

Of your three “regular” babysitters, she was undoubtedly the nicest. She at least did the least to humiliate or tease you.

One babysitter used her time with you to let out her inner Domme. She was exceedingly strict and any disobedience, even if it was a miscommunication, resulted in punishment. And she was extremely creative with punishments.

Your other babysitter loved nothing more to tease and humiliate you. Whether it was inviting her friends over to taunt the “diaper boy,” or just spending the entire night in Gryffindor-colored bra and panties, with thigh-high Gryffindor socks, making you wish you were a man, she left you would be positively aching down there with insatiable arousal.

But she was different. She wasn’t mean. She didn’t tease you. And, for some reason, you weren’t sure if that made her the worst.

If someone made an audio recording of her time with you, they would be convinced she was babysitting a toddler. It drove you crazy. It was one thing to be bossed around or teased. At least those babysitters acknowledged you were an adult, even if you were just a diaper boy.

But not her. Nothing she did, nothing she said, ever made it seem like she knew you were an adult. It was so convincing, so authentic that you honestly weren’t sure if it was an act.

She had never broken character once in the last five years. You tried everything you could think of to prove you were an adult, to force her to recognize—even for a second—that you were actually an adult.

Your attempts rolled off her like water on a duck. As far as you could tell, you were a toddler to her. She never let you out of her sight, except for your naps and sleepy time of course.

You had absolutely no dignity around her. She dressed you as she wished, checked you when she wished, and changed you when she wished. She blew raspberries on your tummy like it was completely normal.

You watched educational baby cartoons on a non-stop loop. And she always, always encouraged you to answer along and was just so proud of you for getting the right answers.

And nothing entertained her more than having you sing along with her to your “favorite” songs. You could never convince her you didn’t love singing and dancing to Baby Shark in nothing but a short T-shirt and soggy diaper.

All this because your bladder stopped working like it used to. All this because your girlfriend couldn’t handle your diapers but couldn’t break up with you.

But as you hear “The Wheels on the Bus” play for the 100th time, you know you need to start dancing…

Let's talk about the level of immobility I am striving for. We'll work from top to toe, and detail the where and how of every point of restraint.

Setup: Two ratcheting cargo straps run the length of the bed. These will provide the downward axis of immobility, pulling every other restraint down into the bed.

Wrists: Padded individual cuffs, with a link between them. This link is where we'll attach the rope or strap which will, in conjunction with the ankle restraints, provide the tension through your body. Stretched taut, but not uncomfortably so. Enough to provide the longitudinal axis of immobility.

Forearms: Tricky, as most restraints tend to slip towards your wrists due to the shape of the forearm. Which is why bondage tape or vet wrap is applied here. The aim is not to cover too much skin, so as we wrap we'll build layers over eachother so they're only one wrap wide. If the ratchet straps are left loose, they can be run through the wrap for another point of downward immobility.

Biceps: Padded cuffs, linked behind your head so that the weight of your head holds your arms down. The ratchet straps will run through the D rings that link the cuffs.

Forehead: A strap over the forehead, holding the head down to the ratchets. Another over the top of that and round your bicep restraints too.

Blindfold: self explanatory. I like a Mindfold as it let's your eyes stay open, but in total darkness.

Gag: a moist sponge, compressed tightly and placed in your mouth. It will expand and muffle you nicely. Tied or taped into place. Or both.

Chin: We're not done with your head yet. A small strap running under your chin and round the top of your head, to keep you mouth closed over the gag. Another running just under you bottom lip, holding your head down in conjunction with the forehead strap.

Neck: not too tight now. I'd love to get a neck brace to further immobilise the head, one with holes in so I can tickle through it.

Chest: straps above and below the breasts. Not too tight, you need to breathe. But tight enough to hold you still.

Arch of back: As many pillows under your back as necessary to arch your back and expose your stomach totally. Your hips might also be raised up with pillows to allow some more intimate tickling.

Waist: Strapped down tightly into the pillows.

Groins: Each leg strapped down individually at the very top, holding your pelvis so very still.

Thighs: Individual cuffs, then strapped together and down.

Knees: Straps above and below to fully pin the joint down.

Calves: As with forearms, restraints can slip, so vet wrap or tape again.

Ankles: Padded stocks, locked firmly, and thenselves strapped tightly down to the bed. Big toes tied together, all ten toes back and spread.

Optional extras: Feet tied together at the arches, noise cancelling headphones, toe spreaders, more ratchet straps over the top.

Not much, I know. Let me know if you think I missed anything, and enjoy the torture.