Being Changed By A Dominant Women To Crave And Live The Forecfully Regressed Lifestyle
BEING CHANGED BY A DOMINANT WOMEN
TO CRAVE AND LIVE THE FORCEFULLY
REGRESSED LIFESTYLE
This story starts many decades before. I had always from my teens craved bondage and discipline. I also had a penchant for a bit of cross dressing and lingerie.
As time went by I had started going to fetish clubs craving to meet and be disciplined by dominant women. Travelling throughout the UK, I met many such ladies and couples.
I carved myself out a good name as a painslut toy that could be reliably be trusted to turn up at events and take a good beating. Having bought my own house I quickly turned one of the bedrooms into a dungeon and started growing a collection of equipment and clothing for the dungeon.
Over the next ten years that collection grows and it expands into two rooms in the house. At the same time, my fetish clubbing as a male submissive saw my pain threshold grow and I was now able to take a really harsh caning or whipping.
A club in the west midlands had grown to be the hub for all the serious bdsm players. I traveled to it regularly and had many great evenings. One women who frequented was a fierce sadist by the name of Maestra Morgan. I watched her play with her slaves she brought and admired her greatly.
One such evening when she was giving out a whipping I asked if I could try it. My spirits were high as were hers. The whip was about eight feet long and hit with a massive force. I guess she gave me about a hundred lashes with it. The painful torment was huge.
I went home that night cut and bruised. I didn't sleep a wink for several weeks as I could not get comfortable as all side of my body were agony. After about eight weeks went by normal sleep resumed. This was the start of a long on and off relationship for us.
She was as she termed it a professional sadist. By day working as a pro domme, coming out only to certain fetish events to satisfy her blood lust . We played over the next few years mostly doing canings with the odd whipping to harsh levels.
Often at the same club we had met sometimes at her place in Leicestershire. She usually filmed our sessions for her pleasure. I was a pet that didn't have to pay for the pleasure of her time, just suffer in agony. It was a good arrangement. Alas for me as a male, she was a devout Lesbian so I just had to admire from afar.
One day she arranged for me to go to her house and said that the session would be different and I would be regressed. I wasn't entirely sure what to expect but I duly traveled there with a couple of baby wear items I had collected over the years. (I had done an age play session once before for someone).
When I got there we chatted and she led me to her play room. To my surprise she pulled out in front of me a large suitcase full of adult baby wear. Dozens of plastics pants, nappies and all sorts of baby wear. I was totally amazad by this, this was the last thing I ever expected from her as a serial sadist to be into.
It threw me a curve ball, it was fair to say. She quickly had me dressed up in a nappy and plastic pants plus PVC romper. A variety of bondage was tried.
I had a very unpleasant experience as a large qty of tobasco sauce was poured into my nappy and over my genitals. It burned so intensely. I was de-nappied and then given a harsh caning leaving my bottom cut to ribbons. I was re-nappied and endured further humiliations. All the while whilst being filmed.
I went home after that day in a bit of a daze as to what had happened. Over the next few months I was ordered to wear nappies and platic pants under my clothes and send her pictures of this as proof.
Sometimes she would offer small comments I had to write onto the nappies that then had to be shown in the photos. This was to ensure compliance with her regime.
I did notice a body change quite quickly in that I didn't have to make any effort to wet myself, it just happened constantly. As a heavy coffee drinker I often over filled my nappies and would leak at work. I had to adapt and ensure I wore dark trousers just in case.
Sometimes my work chair would be wet. She would relish a text from me saying I had filled my nappy and wet the chair. I would sometimes have to send her a picture of the chair complete with wet patch. The photographing of this having to be done with great discretion at work.
Over the next two years I became obsessed with nappies and plastic pants. The dungeon rooms in the house developed into a combinations of dungeon / adult baby nurseries.
I bought a giant disability cot that was the same size as an adult single bed but was six foot high and locked from the outside. I bought a disability feeding high chair. Both items had segufix restraints put onto them.
I found myself comfortably slipping into my new role as an ABDL unable to escape. It fills my days with thoughts about this all day and all night long.
By this time Maestra had become quite busy and unable to play as much. Like most people in this trap I turned to the internet to try and find a strict controlling mummy figure. Someone who is part sadist / part mummy but always in total control.
I have since come to terms with accepting I'm not an adult and that I deserve to be treated as a naughty child, nappied and controlled. I yearn to kneel before a strict mummy figure and have to endure her wrath and the constant humiliation of what I am and what I have to wear.
I have even drawn up several ABDL theme tattoos that I would like to have to have put on me so as I can't escape from what I am.
It is a very powerful set of feelings when drawn into this lifestyle. I don't feel I have to try and escape it but more accept that this is what I am. A naughty boy masquerading as an adult male to the world at large.
I will continue my quest to find someone I can share this lifestyle with. Regards [email protected] Please get in touch if you have any questions.
Written By: Smsubbie
Age: 49
E-mail: [email protected]