Listen here little bitch, I can hear the crinkle of that plastic through the phone and it is the most pathetic thing I’ve ever heard. You really thought you could just crawl into my presence smelling like a nursery and not get roasted for it? This sissy diaper humiliation is exactly what you deserve for being such a gross, obsessed little freak who can’t even manage a basic bathroom break like a grown man.

I’m sitting here looking at my perfectly manicured nails, wondering how on earth you managed to become so addicted to being a total mess, but honestly, it’s just too funny to stay mad at. You’re a grown up with a serious problem, and the only cure is for me to laugh until my sides hurt while you sit there in your soggy, heavy padding.

You keep begging for a spanking, whimpering about how you’ve been “naughty” and how you need your ass whooped, but have you seen the size of that diaper? If I smacked you now, I’d probably just get a puff of baby powder in my face, and I am not ruining my outfit for a poop obsessed loser like you! You want to feel the sting? You want to be punished?

 First, you have to deal with the fact that you look absolutely ridiculous waddling around while I point and laugh at your lack of self control. It’s so moldable, isn’t it? Just like your brain. I bet you’ve got the thickest, loudest tabs fastened tight, hoping that if you act like enough of a baby, I’ll actually give you the attention you’re starving for.

Well, you’ve got it, but it’s not some soft, sweet fantasy. This is an energetic, hopping, playing, fun fuckfest of me making fun of your crinkly little butt until you’re red as a beet. I’m the greatest sissy trainer you’ll ever meet because I don’t sugarcoat how disgusting you are. You’re just a cock loving, diaper wearing sister who needs to be put in her place. If you want a real ass whooping, you better make sure that diaper is ready to take the heat, because once I start, I’m not stopping until you’re crying for your mistress.

You’ll adore your transformation into my personal laughingstock. You’ll come back again and again because being mocked by a petite goddess like me is as addicting as loving yourself. We’re one and the same in this twisted game, and I’m going to make sure you never forget your place. Now, stay on the line, keep crinkling that nasty diaper, and listen to me laugh while you realize you’re never going to be anything more than my favorite little stinky bitch!

Zuri

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