Mall Mistaken

My Story Time:

"Oof, bestie, let me spill the tea on the wildest, most awkward-yet-spicy moment of my LIFE. So, I was at this boujee kink club, right? Full latex catsuit—snatched waist, extra glossy—feeling like main character energy AF. But here’s the plot twist: some mommy domme totally mistakes me for her lil’ runaway ABDL babygirl. Like, ma’am, I’m 25—but in my head, I’m like… low-key curious.

She’s got this vibe—strict, but like, nice-strict—and before I can say 'sheesh, wrong person', she’s got me over her knee, latex squeaking as she pats my ass. ”You’re in so much trouble, little one.” And, okay, no cap? My clit was throbbing. The humiliation? The power difference? Big yikes but also… big yes.

Then—plot thickens—she actually tries to diaper me. I’m squirming (unwilling… ish), but the struggle just makes the latex cling tighter. She tsks, pins my wrists, and damn, her voice drops to this goosebumps tone: ”Stop fighting, baby. You’re already wet.”

Cue: me, shook but dripping, realizing… oh. Oh. The unwilling-but-oh-fuck-this-feels-good spiral is real. And when her fingers finally slip under the latex to check? Bestie, I melted.

TL;DR: Got mistaken for a naughty ABDL baby, left shook and soaked—10/10, would accidentally vibe again. Period."