Coming home with Daddy after a movie one night, I was desperate for a wee wee. We were just discussing the movie like grownups, and I hate that I have a small bladder which often reduces me to a childlike state of fidgeting and begging. The line to the ladies' room at the theatre was way too long and, when Daddy came out of the men's room (of course no line there!), he dragged me out of the line and told me to hold it until we get home. Having to go badly but couldn't. It's just such a girly inconvenience. But Daddy's big strong hand had a firm grip on my tiny wrist. I had no choice but to obey him.
Another story: So one day I got my period and I totally wasn’t ready for it. I was wearing thin white shorts that day and didn’t have a pad on me. My shorts fit me snugly so any leak would be humiliating. My ex-boyfriend mixed up pads with diapers. He ended up diapering me.
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La mia persona ideale:
A strict but loving daddy type or a "Master" who likes to keep me desperate to pee, lil bladder filled, bursting at its seams ...
Or possibly a guy who likes diapering girls and humiliating girls.
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