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It's my 7 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

Thank you to everyone who got me to 2500 likes!

Thank you to everyone who got me to 2500 likes!

If you don’t knock it off, you’ll find yourself in diapers too!

You've been aware that the two of them have been attracted to each other for quite some time. In fact, your wife has told you several times how much she likes him and how sexy she thinks he is, while he has told you many times how lucky you are to be married to her -- and he has told you several times how much he wishes she were single so that he could go out with her. Then, a couple of weeks ago -- he told you that for her birthday that was coming up, he was going to get her a ticket to go with him to a concert with one of her favorite groups -- but he wanted to make sure that would be OK with you. You weren't sure if it was -- but when you mentioned it to her, she got very excited and told you to definitely tell him that she would love to go with him.

But the thing is -- the concert is out of town (about two hours away) and would go very late, so their plan is to go out to dinner after driving there and then stay the night after the concert. And when he had come over on her birthday to tell her about the gift in person, she had given him a big, and very affectionate hug -- and a very affectionate kiss. And they both talked about their plans as a "date".

And then a bit later that evening -- the evening of her birthday, which you had planned to be a special romantic night for you and your wife -- after he had stayed for dinner and you all had several glasses of wine, he had suddenly teased you by openly asking her if she thought they would need two hotel rooms or if he could save some money by only paying for one -- and she had giggled then and laughingly said that one should be fine. And then he had laughed and followed that by asking whether that would still be OK even if the room had just one queen-sized bed instead of two beds, and she had again giggled and said one would be fine.

Surprisingly, it wasn't until that moment that you started to feel anxious about what might happen when they spent the night together after the concert. But still, even when your wife looked at you at that moment and said teasingly "That's OK with you hun, isn't it?" -- you didn't feel you really could give any answer except 'Yes, of course."

Your wife smiled at you when you said that, and said that going to that concert with him might be the best birthday present she's ever had -- which also made your stomach flip a bit since it was not a gift that you were giving her, but you also realized that it would be petty of you to say anything about all the gifts from you that she's received over the years at a moment when she was so excited about the gift from him.

Perhaps because you had all had quite a bit of wine, as you went to the family room to watch TV, their teasing of you continued. First, your wife sat on the loveseat directly in front of the TV, and when you went to sit beside her, she said in a laughing voice that she thought it would be nice if he sat beside her there tonight since he was the one who had given her such a nice gift -- which meant that they ended up sitting together there while you were in a comfy chair on the side.

And almost as soon as he was settled in next to her, she took his arm and put it around her while saying to you, teasingly again: "You don't mind if he and I snuggle a bit together, do you hun?". You said, once again, "No, of course not", but that didn't represent how you really felt. A few minutes later, you wife asked you to get them a blanket to share while they sat there, and so it wasn't long until they were close together on the loveseat, he with his arm around her shoulders while she had her head on his shoulder and with a large blanket across the two of them.

Because all the lights in the room were out, you couldn't see the two of them all that well, but through the glow of the TV you could see that they were very close and that from time to time they were kissing. And one time when they were kissing, your wife noticed you looking at them and she teasingly told you to stop looking their way -- that she was just giving him a few kisses as a way of saying thank you for the gift, and then ending again with "You don't mind, do you hun?".

You tried to do as she asked and not look away from the TV, but it was still hard for you to avoid noticing that there seemed to be a lot of activity underneath the blanket, and you could sense your wife starting to breath in a very sexually aroused way -- and so, it was in somewhat of a panting voice that your wife eventually told you -- much to your surprise -- that they both would like it if you could go out for a while.

"Hun" she said. "Could you go out and maybe do the weekly shopping now or something -- so that you're gone for an hour at least? We .. uh .. could use a little private time. You know -- to talk -- just the two of us. You'll do that for us, won't you? To help make my birthday really special?"

What choice did you have. So you somewhat meekly agreed -- first asking them if there was anything special they wanted you to buy, then grabbing the shopping list from the kitchen and heading out.

You took your time driving and shopping, so it was about another hour and a half before you got back home, arms full of groceries. As soon as you stepped into the house, you heard your wife giggling, and after putting away the groceries you went back into the family room, where you could dimly see your wife and your friend almost totally covered by the blanket -- but what looked like most of their clothes on the floor in front of them.

"THANKS hun", your wife said with another laugh. "Just one more thing -- another big ask as a special birthday treat from you. We were thinking that we probably need to test out if we are comfortable sleeping together in a queen size bed, so we'd like tonight to be our "test" night for that. So what I'm saying is" she continued with a giggle "that maybe you could go down to the basement guest room for tonight so we can have the master bedroom? You've been so great about helping to make this such a wonderful birthday evening. And I'm sure you'll be comfortable down there. OK sweetie?"

Again -- what choice did you have. And so -- your wife and best friend spent the night upstairs in your bed while you spent the night alone in the basement

So so hot 🔥 and humiliating

Same as my little willy

This is so so true for me

Am I a little baby if I wet my pants

Probably yeah

Hello can we be abdl lovers

Not lovers no but friends maybe

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Hi how yous me hope you oks

I'm really good,how are you doing

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Is anyone else sat at home on there own waiting for there partner to return??? Being a cuckold is my life,its what I wad born to be but its the waiting that gets you the most

Love getting these messages xx

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Fantastic story

Alison

I had just graduated high school and started dating Alison, she had just finished her junior year. She was a cheerleader and very sexy. I would go to her house nearly every night. We would lye in bed together as closely as possible for hours, kissing and touching and talking and watching television. We would eventually have sex and I would go home. We would go out to dinner on special occasions and to all the family events together. 

After she graduated she went to university in Detroit, we lived in the suburbs of Detroit so it was a short drive to her school. She remained a cheer leader in U of D and lived on campus with her good friend in the dorms. 

I still lived with my parents and after her first year she stayed with me in my room for the summer. 

One night we were lying together in my bed, she was on top of me, fully clothed with her legs spread. She kissed me very nicely, it was wet and sexy. She stopped and looked in my eyes. She said she had something to tell me, I just looked in her eyes. Then she blurted out that she had sex with Michael. 

I asked her who Michael was and she told me he was a basket ball player on the team at the U.  I asked her when and she told me they did it a bunch of times. I started getting really angry and breathing heavily and she squeezed me and kissed my neck and ear and pushing herself into me. 

She whispered sorry and I love you in my ear as she kissed it. I asked her if she loved him and she said she loved him but not in the way she loved me. I asked her in what way does she love me and she said she loved me in a get married and have a family and live happily ever after kind of way. 

When I asked her how she loved him she whispered, “With him it was just sex…” in my ear and kept kissing my ear and my neck. I asked her if she liked having sex with him and again she whispered in my ear, “Yes I like having sex with him.” 

Me: Why do you like having sex with him?

Alison: (She whispered) He’s black.

Me: What does that mean?

Alison: He’s got a big one. (she whispered as she humped me)

Me: Is bigger better?

Alison: Yes, (she kissed my lips) much better.

Me: What’s better about it?

Alison: (She smiled) It gives me orgasms. 

Me: Do I give you orgasms?

Alison: No. Well sometimes.

Me: Sometimes?

Alison: Yes but with him I have multiple orgasms.

Me: Every time?

Alison: Yes, every time.

Me: How many?

Alison: Like four or five...

Me: You have four or five orgasms every time you have sex with him?

Alison: (she laughed) Yes.

Me: So why don’t you marry him?

Alison: Because I don’t love him, I love you.

Me: But I don’t give you five orgasms.

Alison: No but I love you.

She started kissing my neck again and humping herself on me. 

Me: Where do you guys do it?

Alison: In my dorm room or his. 

She got off me and laid next to me, she unzipped my pants and pulled it out and started slowly stroking it. 

Me: What are you doing? I thought you didn’t like having sex with me.

Alison: (laughs) I like having sex with you, it makes me feel close to you. 

Me: But I don’t give you orgasms.

Alison: No, not usually. 

She stopped stroking me, got back on top of me and started kissing me again and grinding herself on me.

Me: You really hurt me.

Alison: I’m sorry I hurt you. 

Me: Are you going to do it again?

She didn’t say anything, she just kept kissing me? 

Me: Are you going to stop?

She stopped kissing my lips, she gently kissed my ear and whispered, “I don’t want to stop having sex with him.”

Me: Then we can’t be together.

Alison: Why not?

Me: I don’t like it.

Alison: I think you do like it, (she whispered in my ear) I think you like that I am having sex with Michael. 

Me: I don’t like it. 

Alison: You’re hard and you can’t stop humping me and throbbing, I can feel it. 

I started breathing hard and she whispered in my ear. 

Alison: Grab my ass.

I grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed and pushed myself against her. 

Alison: Picture Michael’s hands on my ass, squeeze my ass. 

I did.

Alison: Oh yeah, you love it. 

Me: I don’t. 

Alison: You’re so hard, I want you to picture his big cock in my hand, ohoooo I feel you throbbing. 

Me: No.

Alison: Picture his big cock on my mouth. 

Me: I pulled her against me hard. 

Alison: I think you are going to cum. (she whispered in my ear)

Me: I’m not going to cum.

Alison: Picture his big cock sliding into and stretching my pussy.

I humped her hard and throbbed a bunch of times. She reached down with her had to see if I had cum on myself, it was dry. 

Alison: You’re getting close. I want you to picture me screaming as I orgasm on his big cock. 

Me: What happens after you have an orgasm. 

Alison: He doesn’t stop. He just keeps on pumping me hard. 

Me: And then what?

Alison: Then I have another orgasm.

Me: Then what?

Alison: He just keeps on going. 

Me: And you cum again?

Alison: I do, over and over and over again. 

Me: Then what?

Alison: Eventually he cums inside me, just like you do, only it’s a lot more cum.

Me: More cum.

Alison: Yes, he cums like a fire hose, his first spurt is more than all of  your spurts put together and he spurts like 12 times. He fills me up and then he cums all over my ass or my tits and my face. You should see it.

Me: You want me to watch?

Alison: Yes I do. You could jerk your little dick in the corner.

I squeezed her so hard I thought I broke her back, my cock started spurting more than it ever had over and over and over, I was grunting and squeezing. 

Alison: Too bad you weren’t inside me, that was hot. 

Me: Oh my god. 

She laughed. 

Alison: I’m sorry, I just made you cum telling you about Michael fucking me. 

Me: That’s not nice. 

Alison: (Laughing) No it’s not but I am really happy. 

Me: Why is that?

Alison: Because now I know you love that I’m having sex with Michael. 

Me: No I don’t!

Alison: There’s a puddle of cum on your stomach that says you do. 

I was silent. 

Alison: I love you. 

I was still silent. 

Alison: Tell me you love me. 

I was still silent. 

Alison: Say it. 

Me: I love you.

Alison: Tell me you will never leave me. 

Me: I will never leave you. 

Alison: Good boy. 

Me: Tell me you will never leave me.

She kissed me hard. “I will never, ever leave  you.”

She whispered in my ear, “I want  you to go down on me.”

I started pulling her up to me. 

Alison: Wait, hold on. 

She took her pants and underwear off and slid her pussy in my cum puddle and moved it all around and then she crawled up to my face and grinded her self on my face until she came. 

She climbed back down and rested her head on my chest. Once she caught her breath she gave me a kiss and asked me if I was okay. 

Me: No secrets.

She hesitated. 

Me: No secrets.

Alison: Okay, no secrets. 

Me: Nothing behind my back. 

Alison: So you do want to watch. 

Me: I just need to know. 

Alison: Okay. I’m going to text him. 

Me: I want to see it. 

Alison: Okay. 

The text message looked like this;

Alison: I told William about us

Michael: What did he say?

Alison: He was angry but we talked it out

Michael: And?

Alison: He’s okay with it

Michael: Good

Alison: I think he might even watch

Michael: Fine with me. Did he cum?

Alison: Yes

Michael: I told you

Alison: You were right

Michael: I would have cum too if I were him

Alison: yum

Michael: When can I see you again? Tonight?

Alison: We are having dinner with his parents tonight, how about tomorrow?

Michael: How about after dinner?

Alison: Tomorrow

Michael: Okay, my place, is he coming?

She looked at me and I nodded. 

Alison: Yes

Michael: What time?

Alison: 8?

Michael: See you then, 

Alison: kissy

Michael: I might let him clean up my mess

Alison: Yummy 

Me: What does that mean?

Alison: It’s like what we just did.

Me: What do you mean?

Alison: You go down on me.

Me: With his cum?

Alison: Yes.

Me: No way!

Alison: I think you might like it. 

Me: No way. Gross.

Alison: I think you are going to like it. 

Me: I’m not doing that.

Alison: What if it’s what I want?

Me: You want me to lick his cum from your pussy?

Alison: Maybe

Me: I’m not doing that. 

Alison: I do what you want, you should do what I want and the more we talk about it the more I think I want you to do it. 

I was silent. 

Alison: You’re going to do it. 

I was still silent. 

Alison: And you’re going to like it. 

I was still silent. 

Alison: You are going to beg me for it. 

I started getting hard. 

Alison: I am going to make you beg for it. 

She felt me getting hard. 

Alisonr: See, I told you you would like it. Besides, Michael’s cum tastes good. You’ll see. 

I was silent. 

We jumped in the shower and got ready for dinner. 

That night in bed I could not keep my hands off her. I gave her an orgasm with my fingers and again with my tongue and again with my fingers. Then she started stroking me and put herself under me with her legs spread wide. She told me to she wanted me inside her so I slid it in her pussy. 

I started pumping her and she asked me if it was in and I said yes. She laughed and said, “Oh you’re so small compared to Michael I can’t even feel you.”

Her words brought me immediately to the edge and she could tell. 

Alison: You like that don’t you? You like when I tease you don’t you Tiny?

That made me moan and thrust hard. 

Alison: Come on Tiny, fuck me with that little dick! Harder! So I can feel it.

I came while she was saying that. I must not have lasted a minute. 

Alison: (laughing) I can’t feel it did you cum?

Me: Yes

Alison: Awe, you came so fast! 

Me: Yeah (breathing heavily)

Alison: It’s a good thing you have fingers and a tongue. (she laughed)

Me: You don’t have to be so mean. 

Alison: Oh but I do, it’s what turns you on. You love it. See? I give you what you need and want. 

Me: Thank you. 

Alison: You’re welcome, now get that tongue down there. 

I went down on her and licked up my own cum as I always have, until she came. 

The next night I drove us to Michael’s house. 

I was shaking when we entered his place, I expected him to be mean and degrading but he was very kind and empathetic. He shook my hand and then gave me a hug. He was very tall. 

Alison got us beers from the fridge and we all sat down on this L-shaped couch. I drank the beer very quickly and she got up to get me another one. 

How pretty is this ????

This is so so true for me and has been for 4 years now xxx

NOT ALLOWED

ANYMORE

It's so hot especially the command is from her lover.

Real man vs cuckold

small-dck-energy

Oh how I'd love to watch my girlfriend do this to her real man

A Bedwetter Gets the Chastity He Deserves

At last, after many months of frustration, I have finally found a lasting solution to the vexing problem I had with my sissy husband, Bob. That solution was the Holy Trainer in the Nano size.

I can now proudly say that I finally have him exactly where I want him and he is now erection- and orgasm-free.

Allow me to provide a little background.

You see, Bob is a chronic bedwetter.

I decided early on, that the best way to handle it was to keep him in diapers and plastic panties at night. I would pin him into his pampers every night, and then change him out of the sopping wet ones the next morning. However, since that seemed to do little to deter his wetting, I eventually decided to punish him by making him wear them during the day as well.

This was terribly embarrassing for him, as he often had to waddle around in front of my friends, many of which like to tease him about his emasculating, toddler attire. He is required to stand there submissively, and endure their humiliating comments as they squeeze his fat, diapered bottom and check to see if he's wet. This is made all the worse by the cute, babyish plastic panties I have him wear--all in soft, prissy pastels and colorful nursery prints.

Bob's transformation from proud husband and man of the house, to a sissy baby in diapers didn't happen overnight, but rather gradually, over the course of about a year. During that time, I moved him out of our bedroom and into the spare room so I wouldn't have to smell his pee-soaked diapers all the time.

I had his new room converted bit by bit into a baby's nursery, complete with an adult-sized crib, playpen, rocking horse, and changing table--basically, everything a toddler still wetting his diapers would need, plus a few items deliberately chosen to humiliate him. Bob soon acquired a vast wardrobe of plastic and rubber panties, diapers, and many sissy dresses and outfits.

I guess you could say that in taking control over a big, incontinent toddler, I had to say goodbye to my husband.

This was all achieved surprisingly easy, as Bob has always been something of a passive, mild-mannered sissy. His weak will and lack of backbone has always allowed myself and others to push him around.

By contrast, I've always had a dominant personality and right from day one, I forced him to defer to my rules and decisions.

In retrospect, I suppose it was inevitable that he would find himself in diapers and plastic panties and ruled over by his superior wife.

Ever since our first days together, I found sex with Bob to be a terrible disappointment.

Unfortunately, I had 'saved myself for marriage', so it wasn't until it was too late that I discovered his pathetic "skills" in bed, to say nothing of his tiny little penis. Sadly, even when fully erect, Bobby's "manhood" does not measure beyond two inches. To be honest, when I first saw it--I just laughed and laughed--I'd never seen anything like it since my babysitting days with children.

The first few times we tried to have sex, he got so excited, he came almost immediately, leaving me high and dry. In my anger and frustration, I rewarded him with a trip over my knee and good dose of my hairbrush, firmly applied to his bare, sissy bottom.

It was clear Bobby was never going to live up to my standards as a lover, so I decided then and there to find a real man that could satisfy my needs. He didn't like it, but just as in everything else in our relationship--he had absolutely no say in the matter.

I was going to have a lover and he was just going to have to deal with it.

On those nights that I had a date, I'd take special care with my hair and makeup and choose my sexiest outfit. I enjoyed teasing Bobby--telling him how a real man would soon be satisfying me and taunting him while in my lingerie as I bragged about my boyfriends. Bobby would fidget and whine, consumed with jealousy as he stared hungrily at my big breasts in their revealing, low cut tops and the generous cleavage I was showing between.

"That's not for you, sissy," I'd tell him, wagging my perfectly manicured finger at him in denial.

Then I'd take Bobby to his nursery, change his diapers, give him a bottle of warm milk, and tuck him into his crib for an early bedtime.

That done, I'd go out for a wonderful night of sex and multiple orgasms with the man of my dreams--whoever he happened to be that month.

This went on for a while with no issues but then a problem cropped up I hadn't considered.

First, I noticed Bobby would always get an erection whenever I changed his diapers. It struck me as both laughable and ludicrous--his tiny, two inch pee-pee standing straight up like a crayon as I powdered and pinned him into his soft, fluffy diapers. This was all the more galling, since I had decided on diapers as a solution for his bedwetting--not for his sexual arousal.

Clearly--the little sissy was enjoying his humiliating pampers, despite the fact that I had cut him off from sex with me.

Further, I knew he was using his cozy diapers to masturbate with every chance he got. Rather than standing up for his marital rights, he had bowed to my superior will and spinelessly accepted his inferior role, both as a diaper-wetting sissy, and now as my cuckold. And instead of trying to prove he was a man in the bedroom--he instead saw his diapers as an opportunity for his perverse, sexual gratification.

When I explained my frustrations to my girlfriend, she was only too happy to help, and she advised me to immediately get him fitted for a very secure chastity device--preferably one in pink if I could find it.

This, I have done, and when the Holy Trainer arrived via FedEx, I smiled with immense satisfaction as I examined the restrictively short, stubby tube his little penis would soon be occupying permanently.

That day also happened to be date night and when I pulled his diapers down that evening, I smiled again as I introduced Bobby to his new friend.

"Now your little sissy penis will be all safe and secure, permanently locked up where it can't be naughty anymore," I told him cheerfully.

"Also, this will prevent you from being able to get an erection and put an end, once and for all, to your daily masturbating," I explained to him as I pulled his little package through the irregular pink ring.

Bobby squirmed and whimpered, seeing his last avenue of pleasure about to be locked away forever.

"I hope your last orgasm in your diapers was a good one, because it was the last one you'll ever have," I told him with a smug smile as I slipped the short tube over his little shaft, compressing it inside until the two parts were mated.

Inserting the long, unique key, I rotated it, locking the device in place and ensuring his little nub would never again grow beyond an inch.

"Don't you just love the pretty pink color? It's perfect for a bedwetting sissy like you," I said as I began sprinkling baby powder over his newly caged package.

Bobby bunched his fists and bit his lip but he knew better than to actually stand up to me. His wooden paddle was only a couple feet away and he knew I wouldn't hesitate to use it if he got fussy with me.

Since that day, a wonderful, satisfying sense of calm has settled over the house. Well--for me, anyway.

I no longer see his little pee-pee sticking up when I change his diapers--it's securely stuffed nice and snug inside his short, pink chastity tube.

And now I have the absolute certainty he can no longer enjoy his thick, cushiony pampers for masturbation anymore. Instead, the little pantywaist is kept horny and frustrated--just as he should be, and just as I was, for the first year of our marriage.

He doesn't see his soft, fluffy diapers as a source of pleasure anymore--instead, they are a constant, humiliating reminder of his sissy status and of the days when he was able to freely rub the front of them to a dizzying orgasm.

I've told him that bedwetting sissies don't need orgasms like real men do and that he can get used to a life of complete and total chastity.

THE END

I'm a cuckold in waiting tonight

Not mine but we'll worth a listen if you have little willy

If you’ve got a pathetic preamature tiny little Loser dick like myself😳.. you have to listen this proper beta Loser audio as you stroke with two fingers your inadequate laughable😂😂 babydick and cum in less than a minute like it should be.. 

Not my video but I want to know what you people think so I will leave it up for a little while