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[POV] Captured
🕑 Added 2021-02-17 22:18:08 +0000 UTCA powerful electric shock courses through your body from head to toe. A painful reminder of what happens when you disobey your new mommy mistress. It's a sensation you're all too familiar with at this point. Time and again during your 'training' you've thought yourself clever enough to escape the grasp of your mommy domme. Time and again she showed you just how wrong you were. It's starting to feel hopeless. But you can't give in. Not when your dignity is on the line.
Now let's try again. Remember...good babies do what they're told. You want to be a good baby, don't you?
You, of course, don't want to be a good baby. You're a grown adult with goals and aspirations. You should be out living your life rather than being forced to humiliate yourself for the pleasure of a depraved woman. Still, you don't want to be shocked again. And she promises your release if you would just do as she says. But what she asks of you is too much. It was one thing to be stripped naked and put in a diaper. It's quite another thing to be made to use and have fun in a diaper. Especially while on camera. Not that you have much of a say in anything. The pacifier-gag, locking mittens, and ridiculous pink baby bonnet were all more than you could bear; and yet, now you're wearing them all. Drool coats your chin, tears form at the corners of your eyes, and your diaper sags heavily from use. You look bad enough on camera as is. Would humping the teddy bear beneath you really be all that bad?
I can see you're struggling with your thoughts. I think it'd be wise for you to remember that good babies don't have thoughts. Mommy thinks for them. Isn't that right?
Yes. Your persistent mommy domme would certainly have you believe that. It's been three days since she first lured you into her home. Three days since you've been locked in her basement. Most of that time you spent restrained in a crib, headphones on, as a soothing voice commanded you over and over again to behave and act like an overgrown infant. Wetting yourself was difficult at first, but being stuck in a diaper put an end to that. You almost enjoyed the praise she heaped on you when you finally let go. The relief was so intense, you nearly forgot all about the camera positioned directly over the crib. The one of many cameras that documented your slow decline into being infantilized by your captor. Just how many times were you caught smiling while you soaked your padding? You're unsure. It's getting harder to think, harder to think, and harder to keep your erection from tenting the front of your diaper.
Awwww...baby can't hide their excitement anymore, can they?
You try not to blame yourself. Your mommy domme is dressed in skimpy lingerie for a reason. She knows the effect it's having on you and she did promise to breastfeed you if you obeyed. You try not to fixate on that though. A difficult task given how much she's teased you the past seventy-two hours. It won't be long before you can't help yourself anymore. Why should you resist if you're just going to lose anyway? Shouldn't you just give in and enjoy yourself? Your poor cock is already throbbing, too eager to calm down as it's swaddled by the soggy padding of your urine soaked diapers. Sure she'll record every second of it, but she's already got you on camera messing your diapers. Surely that's more humiliating...right?
Go on and play with your stuffie. You can even pretend if you want. You can call it mommy and act like you're having sex like a real adult.
Yes. That's it. Just pretend. Close your eyes, snuggle your stuffie, and hump to your heart's content. No one but mommy has to know. So long as you're obedient she won't show anyone, right? Then what's the harm in coating the inside of your diaper in warm sticky fluids? You can't fault that logic. Or perhaps, you're just too stupid and horny and you can't form a single coherent thought anymore...maybe mommy was right about you all along. You never were a real adult. No. You're just a loser pretending to be in charge of yourself. In actuality, you need someone to tell you what to do. You need someone to remind you of your place…
Look at you! The big strong adult who struggled so hard when I first diapered them is now hump hump humping away. How long before your little dick starts going pew pew in your diaper, hmm? Can't pretend anymore then. Not when mommy has evidence of how pathetic and diaper-dependent you are.
It's no use. She's right. You were just pretending to be an adult this entire time. Gasps and grunts escape your lips as you give in and gladly hump the teddy bear. Your diaper crinkles loudly with each shaky thrust into their soft body. Any intelligent thoughts you try to form disappear the moment they enter your brain. You're simply too horny and too depraved to think anymore. You decide then and there that mommy was right. It would simply be best if she did all the thinking for you. You're a failure of an adult after all. What future could you hope to have if you would rather spend your time humping stuffed animals than having a social life? None. Your only future is with mommy. Your only hope of being happy is with mommy. Give in. Give in and let mommy decide everything for you.
Such a good baby. That's it. Let it all out. It'll feel so good you won't want to cum any other way ever again. That I promise you. Even if I were to let you free you'd still come crawling back, your diaper drooping between your knees.
You can't take another second. You babble around your pacifier, your voice further muffled by the fur of the teddy bear until all that your mommy can hear is pathetic infantile babble. If you could speak, you'd be thanking your mommy for showing you your place. You'd praise her for giving you the opportunity to show how much of a diaper-dependent loser you really are. You don't even care that a camera records your every move. You welcome it, in fact, because you know that later; while you're being breastfed in your mommy's arms; you'll want to watch your utter humiliation take place again and again. You'll want nothing more than to see the last bit of resistance leave you as you gleefully hump your adulthood and independence away. Just as you're doing right now. There's no helping nor hiding it any longer. You're squirting. You're moaning. You're pumping your load into your soaked pampers.
How precious! It's so good to see you finally acting your age. And to think you actually brought condoms for our second date. You'll never get to use those now. Not when you'll be spending the rest of your days as my helpless little pamper virgin. So mommy will be taking those along with everything else you own. You won't be needing them anymore anyway.
You try to raise yourself from the stuffie and protest, but you don't have the strength. Not physically. Not mentally. All you can do is bask in the pleasure of what was one of the most powerful orgasms of your life as your new mommy gloats over you. You try to tell yourself it's not so bad; that maybe in an hour you'll have the strength to resist again; but a voice in your head reminds you of your place. A soft whimper escapes your lips as you willingly release your bladder into the sticky padding of your diaper. You've never felt so helpless and pathetic. Little did you know that your new mommy was only getting started.
