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Source: Rachel Adams Fantasies
“It’s your wife. I told her that you were busy taking off your sissy makeup and panties. Now, you can fuck off back home and explain it to her.”
Jennifer Love Hewitt
@myheartinherhands
“Go on, honey, make your crinkles for me!”
She doesn’t keep you around because she loves you. And she definitely doesn’t love all the diaper changes. Or finding you a babysitter every time she goes out.
She keeps you around because nobody makes her feel better about herself than you. The way you look at her—like she’s the most beautiful woman in the world.
You’re like a pet. Her silly, diapered pet. She knows you’ll be there waiting at the door just so excited to see her when she gets home. When she’s feeling bad, you’ll be right there to comfort her.
And that’s all a pathetic diaper boy like you can offer her.
Do you know how good you make her feel when she sees your teeny tiny diaper tent forming when you see her?
Or when you make your cummies in 30 seconds after just seeing a glimpse of her bra?
You exist for her entertainment. To serve her.
She knows this is the best you can ever hope for in life. You’ll never make it out there, in the real world, without her.
You have nothing to offer her except your desperation for her. Your willingness to debase yourself for her ego.
To live you life knowing you’ll never get with her.
This is where you belong.
This may come as a shock honey, but... I actually believe you. You seem like a sweet boy that would never cheat on his wife and really loves her, heck I bet even after knowing she hired me to lock you in permanent chastity you'll go right back to her won't you? That's true love.
Unfortunately however believing that you're innocent, and really don't deserve to be sealed in a cock cage to suffer endless sexual frustration for the rest of your life, doesn't change what I have to do. Now hold still, I have a job to do and I'd hate to have to hurt your balls to do it.
Her confident handling of helmets was well known.
But I don't call my locked boys losers.
Sydney Sweeney
Might as well get it out in the open on the first date.