You've lost all control... and I know it. No more privileges — just thick diapers, worn all day long, exactly how I want. Every crinkle you make reminds you who's in charge. Every wet moment proves you're not in control. I watch you, mock you, and deny your desperate little pleas for a change. You stay in it — soaked, humiliated, and powerless. This is diaper discipline at its peak — strict, relentless, and deeply submissive. You're not allowed to grow up. You're here to submit, to obey, and to stay padded under my rules.