packed my diaper, onesie, sippy cup, and coloring supplies. Once I got there, I quickly changed into my diaper and clothes and put my hair in pigtails. I then waddled my way back to the main room.

I smiled and went back to work, knowing my Domme had genuinely gotten into my head. A true mindfuck.

why I was being punished fell on deaf ears, the alarm bells were ringing. A dead inside numb feeling took over and I almost cried

Learn about what submission means in BDSM and how to safely participate in your new kinks and desires as you explore with a partner.

I went from a Chihuahua pissing itself at the first sign of trouble to a Pitbull, collared and ready to heel on command

A point of view on gaining confidence through submission as told by a submissive.

Personal story written by a Sub on his personal experiences when he was new, and abused but did not know better.