Written by my pansy diaper boi. Inspired by me.
i am deep in a trance, my mind still reeling from the culmination of another round of immersive reprogramming. my whimpers and trembling distant as i process the lessons and behaviors that will earn Mommy Natasha’s praise and attention. i catch a hint of Mommy Natasha’s perfume and i whimper both in fear and craving.
Then faint clicking of Her heels begins to tease through the headphones locked on to my head. She moves throughout Her Den, each click building my anticipation and craving as i become more focused on Her presence.
The reprogramming audio visual stream being displayed on the reprogramming headset soon fade to black. In the darkness i become aware of the volume of my pathetic whimpers and the waves of trembling moving through my restrained body. Each click of Mommy’s heels adding to my craving to worship and adore Her.
After what seems like an eternity of being ignored in my utterly helpless and restrained state, i feel the reprogramming VR headset being unlocked. i instinctively begin sucking vigorously on my pacifier, an act equal parts soothing and humiliating, a physical display of my acceptance of my the role Mommy Natasha has created for me.
As my eyes adjust, i look up at a Goddess, Her lips curled into an amused, mischievous smile. The lighting framing Her and adding to Her glow of confidence and beauty. my mind sinks deeper as waves of awe wash over me and my mind cries out to please Her.
Then, a pressure in my abdomen quickly grows and i whimper with the humiliating implications. my hips begin to gyrate, trying hard to hold back and withing seconds the only thing helping me hold this urge in is the large plug stretching my sissy hole.
Her amused smile turns playfully sadistic, like a cat toying with it’s doomed prey. Mommy Natasha leans in over me, Her large breasts peaking out of a black lace bra. She reached down, tracing a finger from my abdomen to the front of my diaper and mockingly encourages me, giggling in delight “That’s right fight it, fight those urges for Mommy”, knowing the more i fight it the more intense and humiliating it will be in the end. “fight those potty-pants tendencies!” She mocks with a sadistic edge. “W/we both know how this is going to end, don’t W/we?” Her voice musical, Her words magical, i am helpless to Her enchantments.
Sucking vigorously on my pacifier, i begin nodding unconsciously knowing i have no real control. i try to from the words to beg permission to wet my diaper, but they come out as just desperate whimpers and moans.
Mommy Natasha leans in even closer now inches from me and my pathetic state. Her hand begins to gently trace the outline of Her breast, accenting them. With Her other hand She reaches down and teasingly rubs the front of my diaper.
With that last gentle touch, my eyes go wide and my face turns crimson. Animistic cravings for sex, for intimacy, for the Goddess standing over me, mix with the humiliating memories of inadequacy, incompetency, and sexual failure. High pitch moans erupt from behind my pacifier, triggering full on triumphant laughter from Mommy Natasha.
Laughing, She gazes down at Her pathetic creation, mockery and glee lighting up Her face. my bladder feels as if it is turning itself inside out, reinforcing my complete lack of control.
Her eyes lock on with mine “Look at me… THIS is Your sex life now… denial, humiliation, sissification and becoming more and more MY pathetic pansy pottypants” Mommy Natasha explains, in mocking but stern sincere tones. “say, Thank You Mommy”.
my mind reeling as i eagerly obey “thank You Mommy, Thank You Mommy, Thank You Mommy….“each desperate to convey my gratitude as i mindlessly whimper them and desperately hump the air, Mommy’s teasing hand now teasingly just out of reach. Any coherent thoughts gone, my mind flooded with feelings of gratefulness, cathartic release, humiliation, awe, and the NEED to confess to Mommy.
“i LOVE being Mommy’s pussy-free pansy pottypants, i LOVE being Mommy’s cuckold sissy baby, i love my diapers, i NEED my diapers.” i whimper, crying in humiliation, in relieve, at Mommy’s Power, and the utter helplessness i feel when i am before Her.
To be continued…