Home safe and sound! Can I pleeeeeease get a diaper change now, Alice? 😈 *whimpers* And maybe some dry pants too?

Flooding my already drenched Abena pull-up and wet jeans at the airport after landing. Alice in Bondage Land said it was WATERFALL TIME, and I must obey! πŸ’§πŸ’§πŸ‘–

I checked in with Alice as soon as I got my checked bag, and commented how badly I still had to pee. She said it was WATERFALL time, and as I was still on toilet prohibition, I had no choice but to use my already drenched diaper and jeans.

I had to spend the last two hours of the flight sitting on my jacket to keep the seat dry for the next flier. *blush* When I landed in San Francisco, the front of my pants had dried somewhat, but my butt was a different story. DRENCHED. 😈

Yesterday I flew back to CA after visiting family on the east coast. It's a long flight - 5 hours - and Alice In BondageLand kept it exciting with a lightly sabotaged diaper, LOTS of water, and no potty use allowed. Here I am in the airplane toilet inspecting the soggy state of my jeans.

😈 πŸ˜€ Here I am desperately pissing my orange singlet and drenching my chest, face, and hair, all while upside down.

Submitting to AliceInBondageLand in my now completely drenched diaper. Every time I pee, it runs down my legs onto the floor. Finally, my work done for the day, she released the diaper bondage and let me dry off. For now..... 😈

Am I permitted to change my diaper now, AliceInBondageLand? (Ans: NO! Keep cleaning). What about now, it's dripping down my legs?! (Ans: NOT YET, you still have more chores to do....) πŸ’§πŸ’§πŸ’§

With all the water AliceInBondageLand made me drink, my pretty pink diaper didn't stay clean and dry for very long... πŸ’§

When AliceInBondageLand found out I was spring cleaning my house, she turned me into a sissy diaper maid for the duration! I wasn't allowed to wear any clothes, just a pink diaper with princesses πŸ‘Έ and unicorns on itπŸ¦„. Duct taped securely to my waist with rainbow tape. 🌈

The mischievous Mistress Alice ordered me to do a sneaky pee tonight, so I did it on the front sidewalk under the streetlight, in full view of any neighbors who happened to look out their windows... 😈

In the end @BondageLand finally let me leave, but only on the condition that my jeans had to be wetter. MUCH WETTER. There was no point in pretending I was in control any more. πŸ’§πŸ’§πŸ‘–πŸ˜³

All thoughts of work vanished as my bladder overwhelmed my mind, and I started leaking hot spurts of pee into my jeans. I'm sorry Alice, I thought I could hold it!

Alice told me to chug the bottles, 15 minutes apart, and then ordered me to SIT IN MY SEAT until my work was finished AND she decided I had been productive enough. I was fine for a while, even productive, till the Gatorade hit my bladder HARD...

I knew something was up today when Mistress Alice had me put on my singlet and tightest jeans before heading to the library to study, but things took a turn for the worse when she had me stop and pick up 4 Gatorade bottles too...

When Mistress Alice sends you to bed after drinking 5 glasses of water, and then casually mentions "oh by the way, your potty privileges are revoked tonight", you just KNOW things are going to end badly... πŸ’§πŸ’§πŸ›οΈπŸ˜³πŸ˜ˆ

Wetting my khaki shorts as ordered by "Pretty Vicious" MaydayMistress, instead of using the potty like a good boy. My bladder doesn't ache any more, but I think I have to do some laundry. And mop.... πŸ’§πŸ‘–πŸ˜³

Now that I'm home from my trip, I'm released from Alice's 24/7 Toilet Chastity. What a relief! I can use the potty whenever I want and don't have to worry about any diaper leaks or accidents in my pants. Ahh, clean and dry and staying that way. Maybe. 😈

Back in San Francisco! I landed with a drenched but intact diaper, but a bursting bladder and a long wait in baggage claim for my checked bag ended badly for my pants and SHOES. *squish squish squish*

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