Diaper Chastity Captions Novels & Stories

An image. Her breath caught. It was a photo, taken from above, looking down into the circular clearance coat rack. It showed her, from the shoulders up, her head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth open in a silent cry of ecstasy. The angle hid their bodies, but the context was screamingly clear. It was a snapshot of her utter abandonment. A trophy of his conquest. Below it, a message appeared. Proof of the dare. A reminder of what you are capable of. Sleep well, Clara. You’ll need your strength.

Top Comments: *“I’ll catch you, Charles. Just say the word.” “Fall. I’ll build the net.” “You don’t need to climb alone, my love.” “I volunteer as tribute to catch you. In heels. Blindfolded.” “This is art. This is pain. This is Charles Adam.” “You’re not alone. We’re all here. Always.” “Fall. Crash. Burn. I’ll still be here.” “Even your boots are poetic. How???” “This caption is giving tortured romantic hero, and I’m here for it.”

Across her perfect tits, in thick black permanent marker: **MIA’S PROPERTY** **CHEATING SLUT** **OWNED CUNT** Below that, an arrow pointing straight down to her shaved, swollen pussy where she had written in smaller letters: **FOR MIA ONLY** She dropped to her hands and knees the second she crossed the threshold. Crawled inside. Head bowed. Ass high. The coat slipped off her shoulders and pooled around her elbows like shed skin. I stood in the living room, arms crossed, wearing nothing but the harness already strapped on—same monstrous twelve-inch ridged beast from last night, glistening with fresh lube.

Chad raised an eyebrow and replied sarcastically, "That's a problem for other men. I've never touched her. I only got her to do those hymenoplasties so I could use her to please those dirty old men who enjoy virgins. "As for her having AIDS, who knows which old man she got it from? I've been keeping myself chaste. I've never touched her!" Everyone laughed as they admired Chad for his impressive control over women. Sadie's expression froze as her bill for the procedure fell to the ground. She could no longer hear anything else. That explained why Chad would always give her a glass of milk before sleeping with her. She would fall asleep after finishing the milk. The next day, she would wake up

“Fuck babygirl. You make me want to do very dirty things to you.” I feel his erection pressing against my ass and I smile innocently. “Like what daddy?” I ask, wiggling a little on his lap. Gavin groans and leans in sucking on my neck. “Like.” He whispers, pausing a second. “Untying that little bikini bottom and sliding my fingers into that tight pussy of yours right here in this chair.” He kisses my neck and I moan. “Or, bending you over the arm of the couch, and fucking you until you are screaming my name.”

“I do, Pa! Ahhhh! Mmmm! Keep going! Ahhhh! Fill me with your c*m, Apollo! Ahhhh! Ahhhh!” “You’re such a dirty girl, my wife! Even your pssy is filthy—it doesn’t want to let go of my cck! Uhm! Uhm! Take this! Take all of it, Diana! Uhhh! Uhuhuhuhhhh! I’m the only one who will ever make you feel this good, no one else! Uhhh! Uhm! Uhm!” “Yes! Yes, Apollo! You’re the only man for me! Get me pregnant! Ahhhh! Impregnate me!” I screamed.

You must be eighteen or older to access this content. In frustration, I'd slam my laptop shut and crawl into bed. Horny and defeated like a total fucking loser. Not tonight, though. I turned eighteen today. And tonight, we're logging in. The page loaded and there she was… A young lady in nothing but her white lace underwear. Ready to teach like it was no big deal. She sat cross-legged on a bed. Smiling right into the camera with the energy of someone about to reach a cooking class. No ads. No loading buffer.

definitely in love. She said the last part a bit lower , and I frowned. Me: Her post? Diana: Yeah, the internet is going crazy about it and I’m sure everyone at school has seen it. Me: Everyone? She nodded as I pulled out my phone, searching for Nessa’s name on I*******m. I tapped on her story — a low contrast video of her zooming in on the Fifty Shades of Grey poster on the screen, and then my hands rubbing down her thighs and squeezing. Of course she had put a sexual song with it too. My eye hit the caption:

She got another penis gag though. Charlotte had to spread her legs apart and squat down over the next fucking machine. Her arms and legs were fastened so she couldn't move. Even though those straps provided some support for her squatting, her legs were going to get tired from the position. It's the reason she went last. Shasta pushed a penis gag in her mouth, and an anal plug into her bottom, then turned on the last fucking machine and Charlotte whimpered as she was penetrated.

I strip in the bathroom, stand naked under the fluorescent bulb and study the damage. My mascara smeared, lips bitten, thighs glazed with marks. Between my legs I’m swollen, gaping, a slow river still leaking down my legs. I spread wider, watch it drip, and grin at my reflection. God, I look like every preacher’s worst nightmare and every husband’s favorite fantasy. My Phone buzzes, Ethan: you make it home safe? I snap a mirror pic, legs open, cum shining everywhere, caption it define safe 🍑💦 and hit send.