I am Diaper

• Published:March 27th, 2009
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I am told that there exist a web site where all the ordeals I have suffered are on display for all to see. To think of all those shameful videos flying around the world. All those people looking at me, fantasizing and then jerking off. The very idea fills me with shame.

• Published:March 24th, 2009
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The Noble Truth of Suffering is this: Birth is suffering, ageing is suffering, sickness is suffering, death is suffering; sorrows and lamentation, pain, grief and despair are suffering; association with the unpleasant is suffering, dissociation from the pleasant is suffering; not to get what one wants is suffering – in short, the five aggregates of attachment are suffering. Fuck that! And I thought I had it bad. 

• Published:March 21st, 2009
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God, you are great. You made the world and it’s good. Thank you for making it so beautiful, and we are sorry that we have spoiled it. Amen.

• Published:March 19th, 2009
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Someone opens me up and then places me on the head of a model. I am held tighly against her head and around her face. And then, as night follows day, a guy starts to violently fuck her in the mouth. She is gagging. I see tears streaming down her pretty face. He then grunts and shoots into her mouth. She splutters, gags and vomits. Welcome to my world.

• Published:March 16th, 2009
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I am told that there exist a web site where all the ordeals I have suffered are on display for all to see. To think of all those shameful videos flying around the world. All those people looking at me, fantasizing and then jerking off. The very idea fills me with shame.

• Published:March 9th, 2009
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There is a lie. That someone is telling me, either 1 or 10, is beyond doubt. Am I really a diaper? How can I process thought and have feelings and experience emotions. Do I really spend my life sleeping, waiting for these disgusting jobs? Who can I ask? Who can I trust? Can you tell me?

• Published:March 4th, 2009
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A blinding light awakes me. Strangley it’s coming through my padded body. And it is bright. I strain to listen, but hear nothing. Just me and this blinding light. And then it comes to me….maybe this is it! The final flight. Doesn’t everyone always talk about going towards the light. That last journey into the arms of GOd. I can feel his warmth. Tears come. I am saved. It is over. Suddenly the light is extinguished. I’m opened and can now see that I’m resting under a studio lamp. My God is cruel.

• Published:March 1st, 2009
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The very tip of a very red and swollen cock is pointing directly at me, a real here and now threat if ever there was one. I’m sure that at this point someone steps forwards and offers me a blindfold, which I, in my valor, should refuse. My white padding will be torn away to reveal my heart. The soldiers take aim. Fire! And I die again from shame and filth.

• Published:February 24th, 2009
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Awoken to the sound of grunting and straining. Then something hot and heavy falls into me. Jesus…the smell. I want to gag. Dante believed that Hell was not some universal punishment for all, but would be tailered to fit our sins. So what have I done to deserve this?

• Published:February 22nd, 2009
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The models fingers flash in and out of her sopping cunt, ever getting faster. Her sighs gradually get louder, turning into moans, and then syncronising with her blurring hand. Her streaming juices cover me. Like the ancient whaler, someone off camera shouts “There she blows”. Cue something strange….she starts shaking and then suddenly starts convulsing like that ugly chick in The Exorcist. And then….she starts squirting. Gallons of what can only be piss, and yet seem more akin to water, start shooting out of her. Next time, remind me to bring a life vest and some water wings! And a fucking harpoon!