Sissy Diaper training Alone: Naughty sissy doesn’t finish her assignments

Hiii, my sweet sissy sisters and diapered darlings!

Oh my goodness, I just had to sit down in my fluffy pink diaper, the one with the little unicorns and extra thick padding that makes me waddle so cutely, and tell you what happened to me today. I’m still blushing and squirming just thinking about it!

Mommy gave me my special weekend assignment list before she left for the day. You know the kind, those yummy rules that make my tiny clitty tingle just reading and hearing them from mommy. “Lacey, you will wear your prettiest sissy outfit the entire time. You will practice your perfect little girl voice. And you will vacuum every single room like the proper diapered maid you are.”

So there I was, all alone in my quiet house, feeling so small and girly. I slipped into my favorite dress first, the super frilly lavender one with the big puffy sleeves and layers of white petticoat lace that tickles my bare thighs every time I move. The hem is so short it barely covers my diaper, and when I twirl which I do a lot, you can see my lacy pink panties peeking out. Those panties are so pretty, all sheer with little satin bows on the front and a tiny pouch in the middle that can barely hold my pathetic little micropenis. It’s just a soft, useless button most days, but Mommy says even tiny clitties need pretty wrapping!

I stood in front of the mirror and put on my lipstick next, bright cherry candy red, the glossy kind that makes my lips look like a perfect little doll’s. I kept reapplying it just to feel the creamy slide and to practice my pouty “Yes, Mommy” face. Then I buckled on my shiny white Mary Jane shoes with the ankle straps and clipped my favorite pacifier to my dress. I was ready!

I started my vacuuming assignment in the living room, pushing that big, humming machine back and forth while my dress swished and my diaper crinkled. The petticoats made me feel so exposed and babyish. Every step made my lacy panties press against my diaper, which made it rub against my smooth little micropenis, and I couldn’t help letting out tiny whimpery moans.

Then I got to the rug by the couch. The vacuum hose has this smooth, round attachment that I was supposed to use for the edges. I knelt down like a good sissy, bottom up in the air, diaper and panties on full display, and started working along the baseboards. But as I moved the hose closer… something happened.

The suction brushed right against the front of my panties.

Oh. My. Goodness.

I froze, eyes wide, glossy red lips parted in a little “o”. The gentle pull sucked at the thin lace panties and tugged on the diaper fabric and suddenly my tiny micropenis was being sucked on through the fabric padding. It felt so warm and tingly, like Mommy’s teasing fingers but stronger and steadier. I bit my lip and pushed the hose just a tiny bit closer. The suction got firmer, pulling my useless little clitty up against the satin pouch, making it throb and twitch in the most embarrassing way that wouldn’t even make a real tent in my fabrics.

I was supposed to be practicing my assignments… but I couldn’t stop. I stayed right there on my hands and knees, dress flipped up over my back, pacifier bobbing between my painted lips, and let the vacuum kiss me on my fabrics. The vibrations traveled through my panties, through my diaper, all the way to my sweet sissy spot. My legs started shaking. My eyes got all glassy and hazy.

I whispered in my tiniest voice, “Mommy… it feels so good on my clitty…” even though she wasn’t there. The vacuum kept humming, sucking and sucking until my little girl clitty was leaking sticky drops into my pretty panties and my diaper felt warm and heavy in a whole new way.

I came right there on the livingroom floor like the silly, vacuum loving sissy baby I am, dress all rumpled, lipstick smudged, diaper soaked, and the biggest laziest smile on my face.

When I finally turned the vacuum off, I sat back on my padded bottom and hugged my knees, giggling. I think I just found a brand new way to practice Mommy’s chores!

So tell me, fellow sissy babies… have any of you ever had a secret toy moment with the vacuum? Or is it just me being the naughtiest little diapered girl on the block? Call a mommy of your own 1-888-430-2010 and tell her all about it!

Hugs and crinkles,

Lacey