quietlyhumiliated

Blog #3: What is a...Quietly Humiliated?

The first ABDL story that I ever wrote, about 15 years ago, was about a man who hired a sex worker to treat him like a baby. He had hired her a few times before, but their arrangement was becoming strained by his increasing demands and terrible attitude. Finally pushed to her limits, she leaves the man tied to a bed in only a diaper and leaves - where he’d have to stay for an indefinite amount of time until he was found. If he was ever found.

I posted it to an online forum which still...

QH Archives: Late to the Meeting

Nobody wanted to be the one to say anything, because that would insinuate that we were looking. But...how could you not? 

The rest of us were already in the conference room, where we waited on her to start the meeting. Finally, in she comes, having to walk past all of us to the one empty chair. And, wouldn’t you know, the back of her skirt is tucked into the back of her panties. 

I suppose it would be tough to imagine any pair of panties that wouldn’t attract the eye...

QH Archive: The Closet Secret

"So, can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” she said with a polite smile, “ask me anything.”

“You’re going to hate me, but...I went into your closet the other day.”

“Oh.”  She slowly put down her glass of wine and her smile was replaced by a look of worry.  “Why would you do that?”

“I...I was looking for my shoes.  I couldn’t find them, and I thought they might be in your closet.”  It was a lie.  I knew it.  She kn...

QH Archives: Thomas, Reappearing

After having been missing for 2 days, Thomas Gorton was found in the center of the Oakdale Circle Mall, tied to an information kiosk.  The discovery hadn’t been made by security in their early morning perimeter check, rather it was made just as the doors opened for the weekend rush.  Only after a crowd of people had formed around the groggy Gorton did security step in and free the man.  

His abduction hadn’t been incredibly newsworthy.  He lived alone, and outsid...

QH Archives: Victoria's Stained Panties

The pink ones with the yellow stripes. The white ones with the pink hearts. The light blue ones with the picture of a panda on them. The leopard print ones. The orange ones. The purple ones that said “lick me” on the backside. The white ones with the rainbow stripes. 

Each pair of her panties were neatly laid out on the dining room table. Upon walking into the room and seeing this arrangement, her heart began to race and her face began to turn bright red. 

“Quite a...

QH Archives: Just a Little Longer

“Alright,” she said to herself, “you can do this.”  She didn’t instil the confidence in herself that she had been hoping to, though.

It shouldn’t have been that hard.  For 23 years, she had managed to make it to the bathroom on time without fail, give or take two or three of those early years that she couldn’t remember very well.  So why was it that she was so uncertain of herself now?

The answer was the very thick diaper between her legs....

QH Archives: A Call from Mommy

“...and just how is my special little guy today?”

“Well, Ms. Fairbanks, he’s...uhm...he hasn’t been especially cooperative today.”

“No?”

“No, ma’am.  I’m afraid he threw a bit of a tantrum before.”

“Is that so?  And what brought that on?”

“It was in protest of the jar of baby food you left him for lunch. Though, later he would say, and I’m paraphrasing a tiny bit: ‘I don’t want to play along in this stupid game anymor...

A Pile of Shame

I carefully lined up my shot, my crosshairs were just about locked onto the sniper who had been causing so many problems for the squad. This, I thought, was going to save the day.

Mac was on my headset, speaking in a hushed tone - probably sensing that I was lining up a good shot: “Can you take him out? We can’t get past the barricades if we can’t take this guy down.”

“Almost got him,” I said carefully, waiting for the right moment to take my sho...

QH Archives Special Edition: Jenny and I in the Hotel Lobby

Not only has this been re-edited, but I've extended this story to more than twice its original length. Its practically a new story. Just for you.

I stood in the hotel lobby, slightly behind her, as she spoke to the clerk at the counter.  The only bag between us was the small black duffel bag that sat on the ground between us  Certainly not big enough for the overnight belongings for two people. I wasn’t sure if this was something the clerk would notice, or even care...

Blog #2: Weekly Board Meeting

Are you doing well? Staying safe? Being healthy? Staying hydrated? Getting into an acceptable amount of trouble?

I’ll be dropping these blog posts once a week or so (maybe missing a week here and there when it makes sense). Most of the blog posts will be exclusive to Tier 2 and Tier 3 patrons, though if there are some more general announcements to make, I might let those Tier 1 babies in the playpen for a minute.

Think of this as the board meeting. You’re the board. You’re t...

QH Archives: In Bed with Nicole

“Kiss me,” she said, drawing herself closer to me in the bed.  I wasn’t prepared for her advance, but I didn’t need much time to be.  I quickly tossed my phone aside, cringing a little as I heard it bounce off the floor.  

Mental note to self:  Check damage to phone later.  

My lips moved closer to hers, but they could reach her, she had already wrapped her arms around me. Soon after, her mouth was on mine.  Forcefully, passionately, she kisse...

QH Archives: Sticky Situations

We hadn’t spoke since we left the party, and it was a pretty long drive home. I had opened my mouth a few times to say something - maybe offer an apology at the very least - but she would only hold up a hand to silence me.

It wouldn’t be until we had both entered the apartment and the door was closed and locked for the night that she’d break the silence.

“I don’t want to hear any excuses. I don’t want an apology. I don’t want to hear about how this isn’t going to h...

QH Archives: Hypnotic

“I...I don’t believe you,” she said defiantly.  “Hypnosis doesn’t work.  And you definitely didn’t hypnotize me.”

“Is that so?”  Marjorie laughed and shrugged.  “I suggest you take a look at your underwear then.”

“My...underwear?  What the hell is that supposed to mean,” retorted Amy, frustrated at Marjorie’s smugness.  Marjorie had been bragging all week that she had somehow mastered hypnosis and the idea of post-hypnotic ...

QH Archives: Look Who Came Crawling Back

I was expecting some sort of reaction, but her seeming indifference had caught me off guard.  I was on my hands and knees, and I had never been so vulnerable.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she said, looking me over carefully.  “What makes you think I’d want you back?”

“I just...well...I was doing a lot of thinking, and I think I was wrong…”

“Of course you were wrong,” she barked.  “I gave you exactly what you wanted, and you couldn’t...

QH Archives: Soggy in the Store

The day had gone from bad to...disastrous.  

She was desperately in need of a diaper change. It had been dry as she left campus, but clearly it was no match for a full cup of coffee.  It was completely saturated by the time she reached her exit on the freeway.  To make matters worse, she was only a mile away from home when she remembered her promise to bring home some milk from the grocery store for her mother.

Was it worse to wander around a store in a very soggy a...

QH Archives: Baby Cuckold

There had been a few tell-tale signs that something was amiss.  The men’s sneakers at the front door.  The copy of Car and Driver sitting on the coffee table.  The framed picture on the wall of the woman he had just met at the bar two hours ago holding hands with some guy.

“Are...you married?” asked Gary.

“Is that a problem?” she responded.

“It’s none of my business.  So long as he doesn’t show up and try to kill me.”

“T...

Her Place

“I’m not normally like this,” she said. He wasn’t sure who she was trying to convince - him or her. 

“Yes you are,” he said.

“I...well…”

“Sure, you wear big girl clothes to the office, you have a nice apartment and decent taste in wine, but I see through all of that.”

He paced back and forth in her living room, looking down at her. She was on her knees, stripped of all her clothing except a thick white disposable diaper. Her hair was still mo...

QH Archives: The Terms of His Release

He could have the chastity device removed at any time. Yet, he wasn’t sure if he could go through with the transaction required for that to happen. And so an entire week had passed with his shriveled cock locked in a cage.

He finally crawled to Cassandra’s feet after contemplating his options. Another week seemed simply unbearable to him.

“Oh, what’s this?” she asked with a grin.

“I...I’ll do it,” he said, his head hanging in shame.

“You’ll do what ...

QH Archives: A Babysitting Report

Dear Ms. Thorne,

Thank you again for the opportunity to stay at your home and watch Eric while you were out.  I know he has had quite the reputation for being a handful with the other local babysitters, but I found him to be no problem at all.

That’s not to say that he didn’t try to make trouble.  An hour into my arrival, I had advised Eric that I would need to check his diaper, per your instructions.  However, he refused to allow me near him, insisting that he ...

QH Archives: Sissy Prissy

She was insistent on wearing her big-girl panties while we ran errands today. And by "insistent," I mean that she practically threw a temper tantrum when I suggested that she at least wear some of her pull-ups.

I let her wear the panties - though I don't want you to think that it was because I had relented. No, I figured that this could be a valuable opportunity for my silly Prissy to learn a lesson. She thought that she'd have it her way, and I'd like to let her think that for the time...

QH Archives: Scent Memories

Her nose suddenly twisted and her eyes narrowed.  Something was amiss in the room, and her senses were just catching on to it.  He could see it in her face and it was terrifying.

"Hey," she said.  "Something smells...funny in here."

"Oh?" he said, hoping that his face wasn't blushing as much as he imagined that it was.  "I...don't smell anything."

She shrugged and went back to watching the television.  Nervously, he glanced to the corner of his bedro...

Just Out of Sight

“Like all things, if you do it often enough you find a rhythm for it. It stops seeming so laborious, you know? It’s just another chore. Put the dishes away. Feed the cat. Take the trash out. Change Liam’s diaper.”

I had heard them talking in the foyer earlier, but this was the first that I could make out what they were saying, as they entered what had been dubbed “the nursery.” I couldn’t see them - my blindfold ensuring that. 

“How often do you have to do tha...

The Perils of Working From Home

Before I had even closed the door behind me, I could see the look of disappointment on Leigh’s face. 

“You’re home early,” she said, sounding deflated.

“The office closed down today,” I said. “It’s probably going to be closed for a few weeks, at least.” Then, hesitantly, I added: “So...I have to work from home for a while.”

She mulled this over for a moment or two before lifting the remote to pause the TV. “We didn’t consider this when we made ...

QH Archives: A Quick Phone Call

"Do you want to hear something hilarious?  Well, you know how I've been treating hubby's little...ahem...problem, lately?  Well, he's been swearing up and down that he doesn't need extra protection.  He was literally on his hands and knees this morning begging me not to make him wear a diaper today."

"Rebecca," said her husband's voice from the living room, "please tell me you're not telling your sister about this on the phone right now."

"Well, wouldn't you know it...

QH Archives: Say What You Mean

I slowly tiptoed into the living room, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. It would’ve been pretty difficult, nay impossible, to actually be as invisible as I wanted to be, but my instincts for self-preservation couldn’t be overwritten.

Jennifer was positioned at the far end of the room in her favorite chair - the teal one that she claimed made her feel like a queen - while her friend Anya had stretched herself out on the loveseat as they talked about whatever it was that had...

QH Archives: New Year's Resolution

 What is your New Year's Resolution?

No, don’t tell me. I don't want to know. Whatever it is, I'm sure that it won't interest me.  You'd like to lose weight, maybe, or you'd like to make more time for yourself.  Save more money.  Read more books.  It's bullshit, all of it.  You know this, right?  Come March, you'll have forgotten whatever promise it was you made to yourself.

Here’s an idea:  I shall choose your resolution for you.  ...

QH Archives: Old Flame: Past Lives

“I’m going to count down now, okay? Five…”

“N-no,” I pleaded. “Not now. Not here.”

---

I had once learned the hard way that it wasn’t the best idea to withhold such divisive desires from someone you cared about. Everything comes out eventually, and if you’re not in control of that information, you’re in trouble.

Her name was Diane, and nearly a year’s worth of maintaining a mostly healthy relationship couldn’t dissuade her from packing up her ...

QH Archives: Old Flame

Only a few minutes into my second cocktail of the evening, someone pulled out the barstool next to mine and sat down. Normally this wouldn’t bother me too much - this was a common occurrence at a bar. But Ricky’s was barely even busy tonight. Why did someone have to sit right next to me, of all places?

“An old fashioned?” the woman said, pointing to my drink. “Somethings never change.”

Caroline. It had been at least a year since I saw her last, and I had been holding o...

QH Archives: On the Road

The car slowed down, and eased off the road and onto the shoulder.  She didn't immediately say anything, she just glared at him from the driver's seat.  He swallowed and glanced back, trying not to let his face give away his emotions.

"Is there anything you want to tell me?" she asked.

"I don't know what you mean," he replied.

"Take off your pants."

"What?  W-why?"

"Don't argue with me.  Take off your pants." 

He unfastened his seat...

QH Archives: Worked Out

“Not bad, Jessie,” he said. “You’re catching up.” Per usual, he was somehow being both genuine and condescending at the same time. Though I don’t think he ever saw it that way.

“You talk a big game…” I replied, catching my breath as I put my hand-weights down on the ground, “...for someone in a diaper.”

He blushed slightly, doing his best to look stoic and unphased. He was, of course, actually wearing a diaper. He was wearing only a diaper - this big silly wh...