Author: Mercedes

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This past weekend, I had traveled out of state for a mini vacation to visit some friends. The ABDL community is very strong where I had visited, and my friend, (let’s call her Kiki) is a big part of it. She wore all types of adorable diapers, and wears them 24/7. She was instantly happy to be in her little space around me, She asked if I could babysit her while I was around I happily accepted the request. As she showed me around the city, we went into a cute bar together, and the theme of this particular bar was so adorable! It was incredibly colorful inside, and had so many fun games to play. The decor was absolutely adorable, pastels, animals and more! Seemed like every little’s dream to be in a bar so vibrant and accepting.

We hang out at this bar for a bit, play some arcade games, and a few drinks later, she tugs on my shirt and says to me, “I wet my diaper…” Continue reading “Changing My Girl Friend’s Diapers” →

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“God, I love Halloween,” I say, looking around the crowded living room. My Super Woman costume is feeling a little tight in all the right places, and I can feel the sheer coffee brown pantyhose hugging my thighs. “Especially all these costumes. It’s like everyone’s letting their freak flag fly.”

You’re standing next to me, looking equally as good in your Robin Hood outfit. The pantyhose under your tights are a nice touch, and I can’t help but imagine what’s underneath. Continue reading “Stroke To My Pantyhose Pt. 4” →

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I am your addiction. You are a weak, beta male with money to give and love giving Me all your money… I love taking it from you. It’s a fun, twisted game we play, and you can’t help yourself. You are absolutely hooked. Today’s “game”, I will be instructing you on every move you make, every sensation you are allowed to feel. So, come into My domain, and be prepared for another day of being My slave.

Continue reading “Your Financial Addiction” →

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I lean back on my velvet couch, the red fabric matching the crimson of my painted lips. My stilettos were kicked off somewhere, leaving only my long legs exposed in their black silk stockings. I tapped a manicured finger against my thigh, my wedding ring flashing in the light of my modern apartment.

“Come here, boy,” I ordered, my voice dripping with authority. “I’ve got a task for you.”

You hesitated, your hands clenched at your sides. “I’m not a boy,” you protested, your voice rough and masculine. You puffed out your chest, trying to appear more dominant than you felt. Continue reading “Just Suck My Cock” →

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I’m waiting on my step brother to pick me up from the park after I have had some time hanging out with my girlfriends. Minutes later, Mike arrives in his car. I can’t help but notice that when I sit in the passenger seat, he doesn’t even say anything to me, and just stares. I have my beautiful golden locks past my shoulders, dangling sparkling earrings, a necklace with a silver pendant. For clothing, tight fitting low cut short sleeve crop top, black miniskirt, glossy suntan pantyhose, no panties and black heels on. I can’t help but to be a bit bothered and ask why he isn’t saying anything and just gawking at me like a pervert.

Continue reading “Stroke to My Pantyhose Pt 3” →

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Jason grumbled as he waddled towards the entrance of the museum. He was wearing one of his diapers under his cargo shorts, and he could already feel the wetness seeping into the fabric. He’d had an accident on the way over, and he knew that his sister was going to tease him mercilessly for it.

“Aww, poor baby, did you have a little accident?”

Continue reading “Diaper Change at the Museum” →

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 “Brian, you know how much I love you, right?” I said, looking him in the eyes and placing my hand on his cheek. He looked up at me, with a mix of hope and sadness in his eyes.

“I know you do, Mercedes. And I love you too.” He said, as he leaned in and gave me a kiss. I could feel his cock twitch in his pants, getting harder as he kissed me.

“Good, because I am going to be honest with you. I have been fucking other guys with bigger cocks than you behind your back. And I am going to keep doing it. I just wanted you to know that.” I said, as I stood up from the bed and started taking off my clothes.

Continue reading “Don’t Want No Short Dick Man” →

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You’ve made an appointment with me to come over and have me give you a fresh new haircut. As I greet you into my home, you can’t help but to stare at my outfit. I am wearing a black body suit with sheer, shiny black pantyhose and black heels.

“H-hey Mercedes! Um, any special reason you’re dressed up like that?”

I giggled and said, “Oh, nothing. Sometimes I just like to get all dolled up for my appointments! Is there a problem?~”

You shake your head and make your way towards the chair, and have a seat.  Your heart starts racing after seeing me in my sexy attire, hoping to get a touch.

Continue reading “Stroke to My Pantyhose Pt. 2” →

Mercedes 844-33-CANDY Ext. 423

I started my new job in the office about a week ago, and things having been going alright. Everyone I am working with has been kind and helpful, especially my boss. Out of everyone I am working with, I notice my boss has been checking me out a lot, especially when I am wearing my sheer suntan pantyhose to work… His eyes are always looking down at my legs when I walk past him or go into his office to overlook files.

When I went back into work today, he had called me into his office to have a chat. I’m a little nervous but I’m hoping it’s nothing bad since I am confident I have been doing well at my job so far… Maybe it’s the way I’m dressed?

Continue reading “Stroke to My Pantyhose” →

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“Come on, baby boy, take off your diaper.” I say as I pull on the little white tab that’s keeping it shut.

You squirm a bit as you lift your ass, letting the thick padding fall off your body and land on the floor. The smell of your soiled diaper hits me immediately. It’s overpowering and I have to take a step back. I cover my nose with my hand, and look down at you.

You look back at me, eyes pleading. “I’m sorry, Mommy.”

I bend down to your level, and stare at you for a long moment, feeling my anger rising. “You know what, little boy? I’m not going to change you right now.” I stand back up and turn around.

I can feel your eyes on me as I walk out of the bathroom, into the main area of the clothing store.

Continue reading “Changing My Stinky Boy in Public” →