“Please Mistress! Have mercy!” I pause whipping my diaper slave for just a second. “Did I just hear you speak? Didn’t I tell you not to make a fucking sound? *CRACK* she brings down her crop right on the back of your thigh, barley grazing your diaper with it. I hear you start to cry out but quickly stop yourself. “That’s better faggot. You’re learning.” She raises her boot, stepping onto your lower back. “Are you going to cry some more? You shake your head no, your lip quivering. “I almost feel sorry for you.. Keyword almost..” She digs the heel of her boot into your back, applying more pressure. “I think my boots need to be cleaned. And your tongue would do just the trick. Get to it.”

Are you ready to be Mommy’s sissy diaper slave?