Some amazing friends kidnapped me to a cabin on my birthday for a weekend of humiliation, regression, hypno, forced intoxication, and everything else that pushes my buttons 😓
If I wrote out everything that happened beat by beat, people wouldn’t believe it was real. I’m still processing that it was.
The weekend was incredibly fun and even more horny— but what I wasn’t expecting was just how good it felt to be seen, celebrated & taken care of by people I love in such intimate ways.
Scenes I’d shyly shared once or twice were brought to life, fantasies I’d had for years were realized, and I’ve never felt more valid. To experience such intense displays of attention and care is something I’ll cherish for the rest of my life.
One warning, all the suggestive hypno in the world can’t compete with the regressive force of your buddies smiling down at you while you helplessly load all your dignity & adulthood into your diapers.
I’ll probably never sexually recover from this weekend, but suddenly I’m okay with that.
I belong in diapers, my friends love that about me, and more importantly, I love that about myself ❤️
Got caught, and put into a cell to think about all the violent crimes i've committed.
I've done some thinking and consideration. I'm pretty sure I have learned nothing. For some reason i can't quite remember my time in there or what happened to me.
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