Alisha stands in the corner with her hands in front of her and her forehead close to the wall, exactly where she was told to stay. She is wearing tight denim jeans. Her bladder is already uncomfortably full and she knows better than to ask for the toilet. Corner time ends when her disciplinarian says it ends. Until then she holds.

The first few minutes are manageable if she locks her knees and breathes slowly. The pressure builds anyway. A small spasm makes her shift her weight from one foot to the other. She presses her thighs together, bites the inside of her cheek, and stares at the seam where the walls meet. Asking is not an option. Leaving the corner is not an option. She just has to last.

She doesn’t. A few minutes in, the hold breaks. Warmth spreads fast down the inside of one thigh, then the other, soaking the crotch of her pants before she can stop it. She makes a small, stricken sound and tries to clamp down. It doesn’t help. The rest of it follows in a steady rush, darkening the fabric, running into the seat of the pants and dripping toward the cuffs. The wet patch is obvious, heavy, and still spreading when the stream finally tapers off. She stays facing the corner. Pants clinging, skin hot with embarrassment, she does not turn around and she does not step out of place.

The door opens behind her. She waits until she is sure he is in the room, then turns. The wet pants are impossible to miss — soaked through at the front and between her legs, fabric darkened and stuck to her. She doesn’t explain. He looks at the mess, then at her face, and tells her this is why she is going back to diapers. No argument. No second chances.

The video ends as she steps away from the corner and walks toward him, the wet fabric squelching faintly with each step, already on her way to being put back in thick padding.

Note: The diapering part of this video was corrupted, but some folks love the wet pants so it's being posted anyway. ;)

Alisha stands at the desk in a black shirt and a thick patterned diaper, the padding already bulky between her thighs and the print bright. An apology letter is only half written in front of her. She was given a mini-enema before she sat down to write, small enough that she was told she could hold it if she focused, and the rule was simple: finish the letter and she can use the bathroom. Fill the diaper first and she stays in it until morning.

She types fast, but struggles with the words. The pressure sits low and insistent, a warm, cramping fullness that tightens every time she shifts her weight. The diaper rustles when she locks her knees and squeezes. She writes a sentence, stops, breathes through her mouth, and starts again. Her free hand braces on the edge of the desk. The shirt hem rides up just enough to show the top of the patterned padding and the tapes at her hips.

The hold starts to slip. For a few seconds she manages it. Then the cramp rolls through harder than the last one. Her thighs press together around the thick crotch. The letter blurs. She makes a short, helpless sound and loses it.

The fill is loud in the quiet room. The diaper crackles as the enema solution rushes out of her in a heavy, wet rush, the padding drinking it in. She stays on her feet, leaning against the desk, still trying to type while it happens. Another gush follows the first, soaking through the inner layers. So much for a reprieve.

Alisha had been acting out all morning, because she wanted attention and she wanted it now. Her disciplinarian had work that could not wait. He didn’t lecture her for long. He simply told her to stand still, peeled her clothes off until she was down to the thick, bulky diaper, and brought out the heavy canvas straitjacket.

The straitjacket is made of thick canvas with wide overlapping flaps, thick straps and heavy buckles. He works methodically. The body of the straitjacket is wrapped tight around her torso, the canvas cinched until it hugs her from shoulders to hips. He buckles every strap in turn, with the last one that pulls her bound arms snug against her torso. When he is finished the straitjacket is snug enough that she can barely shrug. The diaper’s padding is compressed by the canvas strap pulled tight between her legs, and every small shift she makes produces a muffled crinkle trapped under canvas. He sits her on the couch and tells her to stay put before he leaves.

Alisha lasts about thirty seconds before she starts testing it. She twists her shoulders, trying to work one arm free of the internal sleeve. The canvas doesn’t give. She rocks side to side, the couch cushions sighing under her, the straps creaking. She tries to wriggle her wrists, then her whole upper body, then she slumps forward and tries to use her weight to loosen the waist strap. Nothing opens. The jacket stays locked around her like a second, unyielding skin. The diaper rustles with every frustrated movement. Her face heats with a mix of indignation and the helpless, attention-starved feeling that got her into this in the first place.

She does not leave the couch. She knows a paddling would come if she did and she is not willing to earn one on top of the straitjacket. So she stays put, squirming in place for a long time. Hours pass. The room stays still except for the occasional crinkle and the scrape of canvas when she shifts. Her arms ache from being held so tightly across her body. The diaper feels even bulkier now that she can’t adjust it.

When her disciplinarian finally returns, he doesn’t say much. He checks that she is still on the couch, then starts unbuckling the straps. The canvas peels away from her shoulders, her arms drop free, and the heavy jacket is pulled off. The sudden absence of pressure makes her gasp. She stands there for half a second, flushed and rumpled, diaper still thick between her thighs, and then the relief hits her all at once. Alisha lets out a bright, triumphant cheer, and runs off.

Alisha arrives home after an intense workout. She had wanted to put on a diaper after her shower at the gym, but the locker room was too crowded. As soon as she gets inside she removes her pants and lies on the couch to put on a thick adult diaper.

As she slides the open padding under her hips and pulls it into place, the soft bulk brushes across her clit. The contact immediately arouses her. She begins rubbing herself through the newly applied diaper, pressing her fingers into the thick padding.

The rubbing quickly intensifies. She shifts onto her knees and works her hand harder against the crotch of the diaper, grinding and rubbing with increasing urgency until she reaches orgasm. She stays on the couch afterward, still in the thick diaper.

Alisha sits on the couch wearing a thick pink adult diaper and a grey sweater. A soft pacifier rests in her mouth as she scrolls on her phone. She enjoys the feeling of a full diaper and has already given herself two suppositories before the camera started rolling.

For several minutes she remains seated, the pacifier shifting slightly as waves of intense cramps build in her abdomen. She continues scrolling, trying to hold out as long as possible, but the pressure grows steadily stronger.

When the cramps become too much she turns around on the couch and kneels facing the wall, presenting her diapered butt to the camera. The shot zooms in on the thick pink padding. She releases her hold and a heavy, prolonged fill begins. The seat of the diaper swells and rounds out noticeably as the suppositories take full effect, the plastic outer cover stretching into a large, warm bulge.

Once she has finished she rolls back into a sitting position on the couch. Still sucking on the pacifier, she reaches down and begins rubbing herself through the now-full, heavy diaper, pressing and squeezing the thick, sagging padding while she settles in again.

I love fucking my ass! Especially when I can shove my farts back into my pink little asshole and then push them out for you! They are nice and loud and bubbly and seep out my loose booty from all the toys ive put up there! I cum so hard when I fuck my ass I want you to cum with me!

Há alguns anos, criei The Way They Play, que apresentava encontros e cenas divertidas com uma variedade de parceiros, além de cenas solo.

Neste vídeo, toco piano enquanto Alisha Adams chupa o meu pau.

Alisha: Straitjacket Grinding to Orgasm

The video opens on Alisha restrained in a thick canvas straitjacket while wearing a pink disposable diaper. She was put in the straitjacket specifically because she wouldn’t stop masturbating in her wet diaper, but the restraint isn’t enough to stop her.

Twisting and shifting on the bed, Alisha manages to straddle a large teddy. Using the soft plushie and the crotch strap of the straitjacket, she begins grinding her diapered crotch against the teddy. She rocks her hips steadily, pressing down harder as the thick padding rubs against her. Despite being bound, she continues grinding until she reaches orgasm, her body tensing as she cums while still locked in the straitjacket.

Once she finishes, she stays straddling the teddy, hoping her caregiver doesn’t find out what she did.

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Belle: Diapered Orgasm Denial in Straitjacket

Belle is strapped tightly in a pink canvas straitjacket, wearing nothing underneath except a thick patterned diaper. The Hitachi has been firmly pressed against the front of her diaper, entwined in the crotch strap and left turned on, the powerful vibrations constantly teasing her. She is already right on the edge of orgasm, but the vibrator is positioned just out of reach of giving her the stimulation she needs to finish.

Belle twists and turns as much as the straitjacket allows, desperately trying to adjust her body. She squeezes her thighs together in an attempt to press the Hitachi harder against her diapered pussy, but every movement only knocks the vibrator slightly off center. The constant, teasing vibrations keep her hovering right at the edge without letting her tip over.

She continues to squirm and struggle against the restraints, moaning in frustration as the Hitachi relentlessly vibrates against her thick diaper. The question remains — how long will she be left there, bound and unable to cum?

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Bambi: Orgasms in Straitjacket

Bambi is locked tightly into a heavy canvas straitjacket that binds her arms across her chest, leaving her unable to use her hands. A Hitachi wand is strapped to her inner thigh so that the large vibrating head only barely grazes the front of her thick adult diaper. The placement is deliberate: the vibrations are constant and maddening but too light and off-center to let her finish easily.

She is already beyond aroused and desperate for an orgasm. With her arms completely restrained she cannot simply grab the wand and press it where she needs it. Instead she begins twisting and shifting her bound body, rolling her hips and angling her leg in an effort to press the vibrating head more firmly against her padded crotch. Each small adjustment produces only a fleeting increase in contact before the wand slips back to its teasing position.

She keeps working at it — tensing her thigh, rocking her pelvis, pressing her weight against the strap — until she finally finds an angle that holds the head more securely against the thick padding. The stronger, more consistent pressure builds quickly. After a long stretch of determined effort she reaches orgasm, her body shuddering inside the canvas jacket as the vibrator continues buzzing against the diaper. The climax is intense but clearly hard-won after all the twisting and straining required to make the teasing setup actually deliver.

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Alina: Multiple Orgasms in Straitjacket

Alina lies face down on the bed, securely bound in a straitjacket that pins her arms tightly across her chest. She wears only the straitjacket and a thick white disposable diaper snug around her hips and bottom.

A large Hitachi vibrator has been strapped firmly between her thighs with multiple layers of black bondage tape, the rounded head pressed directly against her pussy through the front of the thick diaper. Her caregiver stands beside the bed and calmly clicks the powerful wand on to its highest setting.

Alina’s body immediately reacts. The strong, relentless vibrations buzz intensely through the padded crotch as she lets out a surprised, muffled moan into the mattress. Her hips begin to rock and grind helplessly against the toy, the straitjacket keeping her completely unable to pull away or adjust the pressure. Her caregiver watches with a teasing smile.

The vibrations never stop. Alina is quickly brought to her first intense orgasm — her entire body tenses, back arching sharply within the straitjacket as she shudders hard against the buzzing Hitachi. She barely has time to recover before the second orgasm crashes over her, then a third, each one stronger and longer than the last. Her moans grow louder and more desperate, thighs trembling uncontrollably while the thick diaper crinkles and shifts with every helpless thrust of her hips. Sweat beads on her forehead as wave after wave of pleasure flows through her by the unyielding vibrator.

Her caregiver continues to tease her gently throughout, reminding her that this is exactly how good girls learn to enjoy being diapered and helpless. Alina remains bound and face down on the bed, lost in one continuous, overwhelming series of intense orgasms for the entire real-time sequence.

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Mouse: Straitjacket Fun

Mouse waits in the bedroom wearing a colorful shirt and a thick pink diaper. Her caregiver enters the room, ready to reinforce her diaper discipline. He pulls a canvas straitjacket over her arms and methodically buckles it tightly around her body, securing her arms firmly across her chest so she cannot reach her diaper.

He guides her onto the bed and leaves her there, where she is to stay put and reflect on the futility of resisting her diaper training. Instead of lying still, Mouse begins to squirm and twist on the bed. She pretends to struggle against the restraints, rolling her body from side to side and arching her back as if trying to escape.

In reality, she is deliberately moving in a way that pulls the tight crotch strap of the straitjacket firmly against the front of her thick pink diaper. She grinds and rubs herself against the strap with subtle, repeated movements, using the pressure to stimulate herself through the padding. Her breathing grows heavier as she continues this hidden self-pleasure, mixing fake escape attempts with genuine enjoyment of the tight, restrictive feeling against her diapered crotch.

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Red & Alisha: Straitjacket and Hitachi

Red has been relentlessly trying to get her caregiver’s attention. Alisha was working and did not have time to deal with the constant interruptions, so she put Red into a heavy canvas straitjacket, fitted a paci-gag in her mouth, and left her in bed to wait.

When Alisha finally finishes her work and has time to give Red the attention she has been demanding, she decides to settle her down with the Hitachi. She turns the wand on and presses the large vibrating head firmly against the front of Red’s thick adult diaper. The strong vibrations travel through the padded bulk while Red remains fully restrained, arms locked inside the jacket and the paci-gag keeping her quiet.

Alisha holds the vibrator in place, adjusting the pressure and angle against the diapered crotch. The stimulation builds steadily until Red reaches a long, intense orgasm, her body tensing and shuddering inside the straitjacket. Once the climax fades, Alisha keeps her there a moment longer before shutting the wand off, the implication being that the powerful release may finally be enough to calm Red down.

Quando Alisha vem verificar Samara, que está deitada na cama, ela descobre que ela não está usando fralda. Samara está mal-humorada e cansada, então Alisha tira sua calça de moletom e desliza uma fralda grossa sob sua bunda. Depois de prendê-la bem firme, ela dá um tapinha em sua bunda acolchoada e diz que ela agora pode tirar uma soneca.

Alisha is locked up in a holding cell without a toilet. Her nervous stomach has her cramping up as she becomes desperate to use the bathroom. She begs to be let out. Instead, the guard brings her an adult diaper and tells her to use it. Too desperate to refuse, she removes her pants and tapes on the diaper. She then squats next to the cot and prepares for the humiliating next move. She releases her hold and quickly fills the diaper, creating a noticeable bulge in the seat of the diaper.

Hours later, her nervous stomach is still causing trouble. Her already full diaper is beyond uncomfortable, since a nurse is not yet available to clean her up. After pacing in her cell for a while, she leans against the bars and further fills her diaper. Now she just has to wait for someone to come and let her out.

Alisha está trancada dentro de uma gaiola de arame usando uma fralda adulta rosa e uma blusa branca. Cólicas fortes se tornaram avassaladoras, mas os confins apertados da gaiola deixam pouco espaço para ela se esticar ou encontrar uma posição confortável para encher a fralda.

Ela se contorce e se move várias vezes, tentando diferentes ângulos contra as paredes de arame. Incapaz de conseguir uma pose melhor, ela finalmente se deita de costas com os pés elevados o máximo que a gaiola permite e solta o controle. Uma liberação pesada enche as camadas absorventes da fralda rosa, o assento inchando em uma protuberância quente e flácida.

Depois, ela rola para o lado e se enrola o máximo que o espaço limitado permite, tentando ficar o mais confortável possível dentro da gaiola apertada enquanto usa a fralda agora cheia.

HD/ O padrasto Gerald encontra Alisha Adams usando um vibrador, depois ela quer que sua vagina seja lambida