Diapered Public Beach Adventure -- (Author) SissyDaina

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Author: SissyDaina
Timestamp: Apr 16, 2022 at 7:08 PM
Content: Diapered Public Beach Adventure

Part 1

My exciting weekend…
I’ve decided to split my post about this past wonderful weekend in to two parts. This first is a bit of background. The second part will be a summary of events and stroll through my emotions of a wonderful gift from Beverly and a couple of our close friends, and the humiliating exposure of a sissy on the beach in diapers and plastic pants last summer. It is mostly true with a little embellishing along the way. Finally, Thanks to Alexis Rune for the base idea from her story Public Beach Adventure.

Over the past few months, Beverly and I have been struggling a bit with our play time, especially with me being in another state much of the time. While I have been anxious to ‘push the envelope’ when it comes to my public humiliation needs, it helps that she is turned on humiliating me in diapers, but she has decided that it is time for Her to figure out what she wants out of the lifestyle. I was happy to oblige and help her discover exactly what drew her to the scene, and to help her explore her feelings.

Unfortunately, even as I strive to cater to her needs, I find my own cravings increasing. I can put them off, try my best to keep my fantasies to myself and focus my energy on her. However, I find that the longer my needs are ignored, the more miserable I get and the less I am able to give to her.

I get more cranky, sarcastic and controlling as time passes if my humiliation needs are not met. I am anxious to do more exploring on the long-term psychological and physiological effects of my kink based on this change that I notice in myself. The bottom line though, is that I am much better at taking care of her when my own needs are also met.

So what have we learned about Beverly’s needs? So far, I have come to a few conclusions. One of the primary motivations of her is control. She desires control over me and would like me to give up more of myself to her. We struggle with this because I am an admitted control freak who likes to keep everything under control in my day-to-day life.

Only during play do I like to lose control, and even then, I need it taken from me rather than giving it willingly. On the other hand, this power exchange is a great part of my needs and I am sure that she and I will eventually find a good way to marry both of our needs centered on this element of the scene.

We had previously attempted chastity as a means of giving her ongoing control over me. It works fairly well, but we are still working on taking advantage of the tool. We recently have been using a CB6000 and found it very efficient for its devious purpose.

A chastity device involves a clear plastic tube which slides over the penis and a plastic ring placed behind the testicles. The tube is locked to the plastic ring so that the penis cannot be accessed. It is difficult to get a complete erection because as my penis gets stiff, the attached ring stretches out my scrotum and puts pressure on my balls.

One challenge to chastity that we are working on overcoming is endurance. It is very hard to not be aware of the plastic device sliding gently up and down my shaft each time I move especially while in thick soft diapers and plastic baby pants.

I find it difficult to sleep at night, and am forced to lay on my back or side. This past week, however, I learned that I can wear it longer and am getting better at overcoming its challenges. I hope that with improved endurance, I can give her a gift of control that lasts longer and that provides a true source of her dominance over me.

From here, I think that Beverly and I need to explore more bondage as well as sensual play. She has always seemed to enjoy having me bound and blindfolded, awaiting her muse to caress or torment my helpless body. I too enjoy having my body in her loving hands. When the mood is right, she can play me like Clapton plays a guitar. I hope that we can build on this together in the coming months.

Diapered Public Beach Adventure

Part 2

So, as I had attempted to back-burner my humiliation needs for a bit, then later found the cravings too great, I revisited a spreadsheet of humiliation ideas, ‘yes I’m a spreadsheet geek,’ that I had created previously to give Beverly a list of ideas that she could use when we played together.

Since I was trying to not be so selfish with our time together, I updated the spreadsheet and gave access to our friends Rachel and Julie for feedback.

I am a little embarrassed about this thinly-veiled cry for attention, but I don’t think I would change anything that happened as a result. Not only do I feel better, but I am re-energized and even more motivated to serving Beverly as she deserves as a result of the assistance of her and our friends.

As I was doing this, I was taken by surprise while we were out with a couple of our friends on Wednesday night.

I heard a few comments from Julie and Rachel that they were plotting to do something to me. That hunch and my level of excitement went through the roof when I witnessed the following exchange on Beverly’s Fetlife wall:

Julie:
Can’t wait to see you at Sam's. I just had a huge brainstorm for this weekend, if you're up for it.

Beverly:
Now you have me curious Julie. Email more details, I’m up for a lot of things that might teach someone a lesson.

Julie was referring to our trip to Sam’s Club that we had planned for Thursday night to make some purchases for our camping weekend.

Thursday morning, Beverly locked me away in the CB6000 followed by a Pink Princess disposable diaper and billowy pink plastic pants. After being locked up, and asking what Julie wrote to her, I was informed that Julie and Rachel were indeed making some plans for me and that I’ll find out later.

While part of me was concerned that this was yet another time when my needs would be catered to and Beverly’s needs neglected, I was very excited and anxious to experience whatever they came up with. I was also glad that it seemed much easier for her to observe others come up with plans for me rather than having to ‘do all of the work’ herself.

I was immediately put on edge. I spent the entire day Thursday distracted and flustered. I must have literally thought about my wonderful plight a dozen or more times every hour. It wasn’t more than a few hours before my teased member began dripping with excitement leaving a very wet and sticky deposit in my diapers.

As the day wore on, I considered some of the edgier things that I put in my spread sheet, and thinking about our destination. I became delightfully terrified when I realized that I was likely to be wearing a diaper and a jog bra at the beach that Saturday for some obviously sissyish and feminine tan-lines.

My heart raced for the remainder of the afternoon, as I awaited to meet Beverly and my new tormenters at Sam’s Club that evening.

We met at Sam’s, picked up the things we needed, and headed toward the checkout. It was there that I was sent deeper into headspace as a bit of teasing from Julie and Rachel as well as some whispers and giggling between them showed that I had no control over whatever humiliating activities they had planned for me.

This was all done as they humiliatingly patted my diapered bottom in the checkout line making for a dull thud and crinkle sound to the amusement of others.

That night, I asked a couple times for Beverly to free me from my chastity so that I could have some relief. I was told then as I would be numerous times over the next couple of days that I would not be freed until the girls were finished with me.

It was even more difficult than usual to sleep while confined in chastity on Thursday night, but I managed to squeeze in a couple of hours. I awoke excited and panting in the morning, my heart racing every time I revisited the thoughts of what humiliating thing might happen to me the following day in diapers. I was flustered all morning, I’m sure blushing incessantly.

Just after mid-morning, Beverly called telling me to go get a pedicure at the salon she took me to a few months ago. She then said, “I want you to get a color that will really stand out in the sunshine, do you understand?” I told her I did and then called Cindy at the nail salon to see if she had any availability this morning. She seemed to remember me and said she could get me in this morning.

I decided I would wear a thick cloth diaper, yellow nursery print plastic pants, my new favorite women’s peach short shorts, a short light blue T shirt and a pair of flip flops. I looked at myself in the mirror and remembered how she teased me last time I was in her salon about my diapers, so why not go for it and humiliate myself as the sissy I really am, I grabbed my diaper bag and was out the door.

When I arrived at the salon, Cindy quickly remembered me as she walked over and smiled and said “pretty shorts, you wear diaper again” as she lifted the leg band of my shorts to feel and see my yellow plastic pants. She then looked at my toenails and said “you need color, we do pink metallic gel. Ok baby.” I smiled at her and agreed.

After a relaxing pedicure with a foot and leg massage she applied the gel followed by a powder that made my nails almost instantly look like a lovely light pink iridescent or chrome finish, she topped them one more time with a clear and they popped all that much more.

I was extremely delighted as she put my flip flops back on my feet and paid her with a nice tip as well. She smiled and said “you need pretty lady sandals” I agreed, once again thanked her and walked out the door.

As I was walking to the car, I kept looking all the sparkle and color on my toenails and just loved it. I also thought about what Cindy had said about the women’s sandals and drove to the mall to find a pair. As I was walking through the mall to the delight and giggles of a few people, I spotted a Nordstrom Rack Room and remembered they sold larger women’s sizes.

I headed straight for the women’s shoes as a young sales girl asked if I needed any help. I thought about it for a second and just went for it. I told her I was looking for a cute women’s strappy sandal to show off my toenails. Her eyes instantly looked towards my feet as she smiled and said let’s see what we can find.

We tried on several pairs much to her enjoyment and comments about how pretty my toenails were and telling me we need just the right sandal; she finally found a cute white sandal with crisscrossing straps on top and a little ankle strap. They fit perfect and I told her I would take them. She went to take them off and I told her I would wear them out of the store.

She smiled, put my flip flops in the box as I paid for everything and thanked her. I then said, it looks like I can have a sissy beach weekend as she laughed and said “you sure look the part”.

As I walked back through the mall to my truck, I received many more stares, smiles and laughter at either my diaper and outfit, my shiny legs, toenails or sandal’s, I am sure. I then headed home to wait for Beverly.

Once Beverly came home, she was quick to notice my thick diapers and outfit, but she was really pleased with my toenails and new sandals as she said, “aren’t you just dressed like the perfect sissy ready for the beach.”

That evening, after assisting Beverly with some of the camping preparations, my tormenters showed up to help get the camper packed up and plans finalized. After laughing and then complementing me on my outfit, I enjoyed the few moments when I noticed their whispering and scheming as they got things packed.

After we finished with the camper and setting up our camping reservation, we headed inside so that I could get a much-needed diaper change, that Rachel was quick to volunteer for and the girls could go upstairs and help pick out some of the items that I own that they would use to humiliate me the following day.

I was not permitted to go upstairs with them so after my arousing diaper change by Rachel, I sat downstairs and stewed in my terror.

I can’t express how excited, nervous, and anxious I was during this time, dying to learn what implements they were choosing for my upcoming plight.

After a bit, they came down and I noticed Rachel headed to her car with a carry-on suitcase full of stuff.

Next, with Beverly and our friends saying our goodbyes, she laid out the law to me. For the remainder of the weekend, I was to ‘play nice’ with the girls. Then and only then would she consider releasing me from my plastic prison on Sunday.

At that very moment, I felt truly owned by Beverly and absolutely humiliated at the control the two schemers had over me.

After they left, I was instructed to shave off all hairs covering my body. At this point I embraced the excitement of the upcoming humiliation and did my best to shave closely and prepare myself for a humiliating event.

That night, I was not going to sleep. I rested for a couple of hours before I gave up and went downstairs. Logging on to FetLife, I noticed that Rachel was online. I sent her a message noting my difficulty sleeping and my anxiety over their plans. She mockingly said that we were just a group of silly girls that were going to have fun playing with a sissy girl.

Again, I tried to get a little rest, laying down on the couch in the living room where it was a bit cooler.

It was no use. I awoke again, logged in to Fetlife again, and noticed Julie had taunted me with a note on my wall saying: “Sleep well, Princess”.

This little taunt made my heart race and head spin. This was the exact type of taunting/teasing humiliation that I crave. Of everything that happened during the weekend, this simple message was one of the biggest highlights.

A few hours later, I was anxious to get ready. I jumped in the shower and re-shaved my body. I asked Beverly what I should wear for the day and she informed me that I should wear a plain white disposable diaper, light blue T shirt and shorts until we got to Rachel’s house. From that point, it would be up to the girls what I’d wear.

I anxiously assisted Beverly run through the rest of the preparations, had time to run out and fill the truck up with gas and grab some cash out of the ATM for the trip. I helped to finish loading the last of our stuff into the camper, we cranked it down, hitched up, and headed out.

I arrived at Rachel’s house and anxiously awaited my ‘doom.’ While they were busy getting themselves ready, I noticed a few whispers, grins and some careful hiding of things that they would use ‘against’ me.

After I fixed our non-functioning camper tail-light, I was instructed by Beverly to ask Rachel nicely for my travel outfit. I was handed a pair of wide legged terry pink short shorts and a pink crop top shirt of mine and was told to go change.

As I was walking away to change, Julie stopped me, laughed and said, “I’m sorry you forgot your underwear,” as she handed me a thick nursery print pull diaper and billowy plastic baby pants.

When I donned the thick diaper and plastic pants followed by the outfit, I thought, I got what I asked for, but this may be too much. The diaper was so thick, it stuck out of the leg holes and waistband of the shorts and the shirt did nothing to cover the humiliating diapers.

I felt uneasy stepping outside with my diapers, short pink shorts and smooth-shaven legs on full display. All the girls smiled as Beverly said, “I hope you like your outfit diaper boy.”

Julie then saw me and said, “take off those silly boys tennis shoes and put my cute white girly sandals on.“ Once I put the sandals on, Rachel came up to me bent down and put a good coating of baby oil on my legs making them glisten in the sunshine and then said, “now the sissy is ready.”

We got underway and Julie handed me a pink plushy unicorn, saying that if I felt the need to cuddle with something during the weekend that I could snuggle up with the unicorn.

Soon after departing, we made a stop at McDonalds on the west side of town before getting on I95. It was there that I was informed that I would be accompanying the girls inside to purchase Beverly and I a meal!

It was exactly the type of thing that I wanted; however, I was terrified and shocked. I couldn’t believe that Beverly would ask me to do that. In my mind, that was way beyond her limit and approached my own! None-the-less, I stepped out of the car, and started walking in with the girls.

I got one glaring looking of astonishment from a couple of women in their car on the way in. I meekly placed my order with the manager as she appeared to hold back her giggles. My food was up last, of course, thank God the girls stayed with me until it was served or I may have passed out, even though they kept patting my puffy diapered bottom as they taunted and teased me!

I struggled grabbing a straw for my drink as we were walking out and was confused when Julie looked at Rachel laughing and said “she won’t need a straw!” When we got back to the truck, it was quickly apparent why as they grabbed my drink and emptied it into a pink baby bottle that they had prepared in the truck.

I slowly calmed down from that episode as we made our way toward the beach.

Upon arriving at the campground, we set up the camper in the rain with my shorts and light shirt doing nothing to hide my thick diapers and plastic pants from anyone that happened to look. My clothes were now wet and soon the temperature began to drop and I got extremely cold as we walked up to the pavilion to meet Rachel and Julie.

I was a bit self-conscious the way I was dressed at the pavilion where we gathered and waited. Eventually, I put on a heavier flannel shirt of mine over the pink shirt because I got too cold.

When we got back to the camp, we struggled for a long time to get a fire started, it was apparent that I wasn’t going to play that night. It was a somewhat disappointing day for me but I did have a little hope that the next day we would have a little time to do some of the things that they had planned.

My diaper was soaked by now and Beverly suggested that I change into one of my Pink Princess disposable diapers and a onesie for bed. After I changed, I came out with my wet cloth diaper and plastic pants asking what I should do with it.

Beverly suggested I take it up to the pavilion and rinse them out in the large sink. I went to put on some shorts, when she said “no shorts, you can go as you are.”

It was dark out, so I though what the hell and walked up to the pavilion to rinse my diaper. After finishing I was walking back when I hear a woman’s voice yell, “nice diaper sissy boy.” I turned to see all three girls standing together with beers in their hand at Rachel’s camper.

They asked me to join them as I walked over to the camper and had a couple of beers standing outside in just a babyish pink diaper and onesie to the enjoyment of the girls. After some lighthearted teasing, I headed off to bed with Beverly.

After waking up the next morning, showering, chopping some fire wood, starting a fire and assisting Beverly in getting breakfast under way, I started asking Julie about what outfit would be required of me for the day.

Again, I felt a little guilty ‘asking for it,’ seemingly topping from the bottom, but I didn’t want to miss out on an opportunity for a scene that seemed to have slipped away from me the day before.

Even later when Rachel woke up with a terrible headache, I was sympathetic to her pain but at the same time upset that it might eliminate the new opportunity for living out a fantasy.

Julie handed me a new outfit for the day. The same pink shorts but with a Disney Princess t-shirt from my first one of my earlier public outings.

After breakfast, I was told to get ready for the beach. With that, I was handed a white cloth diaper, blue nursery print plastic pants and a blue jog bra that I had inherited from Beverly.

Once I stepped out, the girls all smiled and said how cute I looked as Julie had me turn around and fastened something to my back. I knew it was words but wasn’t sure what it said. That mystery, the fact that she did something to humiliate me and that I wasn’t privy to knowing exactly what she did to me, again sent me flying into subspace.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t sticky enough to stay attached to the spot they had chosen while I moved around to help clean up the site after breakfast to prepare for our trip to the beach.

Once at the beach, I was forced to walk with thick diaper and plastic pants barely covered by my pink shorts, pink rubber clogs and jog bra down to our chosen spot. I was nervous about people seeing me, and a bit nervous that I might offend somebody with children on the beach.

Thankfully, we seemed to make it to our spot without any blatant staring or issues. We unfolded our blankets and I was instructed by Beverly to lie down on my stomach on our beach blanket. She rubbed sunscreen on my back, arms and legs while the others got their blankets and towels set up.

After a minute, Rachel and Julie descended on me excited and giggling, adding the same sticky from before as well as some foam hearts and flowers to my back. I realized at that moment, lying under the bright hot sun, how bright the designs would be burned into my back.

Lying there, I drifted further and further into subspace, ‘tortured’ by the mysterious words applied to my back and the sound of the girls’ giggles and laughs ringing in my head. Beverly’s laugh too, when she said “Perfect!” with an excited giggle and began taking pictures of me lying on the blanket pierced my mind and made me feel as vulnerable and ‘sissy’ as I have ever felt in my life.

So, there I was, lying on the beach. I was careful to turn my head as people walked by to keep from exposing my face to passer-bys in attempt to pass as simply another woman getting some sun on the beach. I listened intently to their voices trying to ensure that they weren’t talking about what a sissy or freak I was lying there in such a state.

This too was agonizingly humiliating. It was such a strong emotion that I nearly had an orgasm! I eventually sat up and my diapered crotch was completely saturated with pre-cum from my excitement.

As the beach cleared out some, Rachel said it was time I was fully exposed as the sissy diaper boy I was. She reached down and pulled my shorts off leaving me completely exposed in just diapers and plastic pants with a matching-colored jog bra.

After this, we all took a walk down to the water to get wet as I heard several giggles and comments about the sissy in diapers and bra, I was thankful that they didn’t make me go alone!

We packed up and headed back to tear down the campsite and head home. I was flying high by this point, but the girls had one more surprise waiting for me. A pink pacifier and hearts necklace and some loves baby soft body spray was added to my condition.

The smell of the babyish and girly scent, along with a few additional checks on my tan-lines and associated giggling and laughing sent wonderful chills through my core.

The stop one the way home at the rest stop was not as memorable as other things. I was actually concerned for my safety in that setting. The stairs, stifled giggles and comment that she ‘liked my t-shirt’ from the receptionist were delightful however.

We went to Red Robin that evening to meet with a bunch of local friends in the lifestyle. I was permitted a male shirt for a bit of decency, but was still required to show off my new tan lines and mysterious word-design tanned on to my back that I found out said ‘SISSY’.

All in all, it was an absolute incredible experience. The highlights for me from top to bottom were:

The taunt from Rachel and Julie at the restaurant on Wednesday night after I had teased them about being ‘brats.’

The Fetlife Message from Julie to Beverly about her HUGE brainstorm.

The giggling and slight teasing and pats on my diapered bottom that I faced at the Sams Club checkout line.

The ultimatum and ‘mental bondage’ of the entire process applied when Beverly informed me that if I didn’t “play nice” with the girls that I would not be freed of my chastity.

The message from Julie to ‘Sleep well, Princess’ was incredible! Ongoing taunting like this could bring me to tears begging for release!

The trip in to McDonalds in such a humiliatingly exposed outfit with diapers, but especially the fact that they had plotted to force me to use a baby bottle to drink out of on the trip.

The application of the humiliating words, which drove me wild being the subject of ridicule without knowing exactly what everybody else was giggling about.

Actually, laying out on the beach and realizing that they were actually going to go through with forcing me to get the humiliating tan lines in diapers and bra, complete with the humiliating SISSY message and designs on my back.

The necklace and sprits of body spray back at the campsite.

To me, these were the highlights, these were the things that made the ‘lasting impression.’. Along with the markings that I see every time i look down at my chest or in a mirror, these are the things that will stay with me.

I know that Beverly put some limits that prevented a couple of the planned components of the weekend. I am grateful for her thoughtfulness of my safety and anonymity.

I also know that Julie and Rachel had some additional plans that fell through due to a forgotten package as well as the lousy weather and poor time management on Saturday.

I am happy that some things fell through, because I don’t think I could have gone any deeper into my humiliation, and perhaps now there are some components to another adventure some day in the future.

I want to thank her for her willingness to give Julie and Rachel the freedom to take me to a place that I have always wanted to go. I want to thank Julie and Rachel for taking me there. I can’t thank any of you enough for the gift that you gave to me. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Every time I look in the mirror and see the girlish tan line of the swimsuit covering my nipples with the simple heart-shaped design, I feel like I need to say thank you again for the feelings that it brings.

I hope that I’ll be fortunate enough to experience similar adventures again in the future. At this point though, my needs are completely satisfied and I am able and eager to dedicate myself to Beverly.