Make me wear a diaper and nothing else while we’re hanging out. I need it, you tell me. Until I can prove to you I’m ready to wear big girl panties without soaking them I’ll have to keep my diaper.

I don’t sulk (too much) because you’re right. Plus, it’s sort of fun to be able to pee whenever I want. I become an expert at waiting until you’re concentrating on and then letting go with a loud sigh. You can’t help but stop and watch my look of contentment as I soak myself.

(We have more than a couple of pieces of burned toast that way. Plus I nearly always win at games).

Sometimes you find it useful too. When you’re feeling lazy and I’m snuggled up beside you on the sofa, it’s nice and easy to slip the head of your cock inside my diaper and pee.

Lie back in bed and have me straddle your hips. My diaper rubs against your erection. I’ll grind against you, moaning softly, and at the same time start to soak it. You’ll feel the warmth and the wetness as the expanding diaper pushes harder against you.