| EXPRESSION | EMPHASIS | MECHANISM |
| White | unknown | unknown |
| Red | unknown | unknown |
| Black | unknown | unknown |
| Green | unknown | unknown |
| EXPRESSION | EMPHASIS | LIKELY MECHANISM |
| apparent for each case. | Rugged/Off-road | V6/V8 engine, mounted in the front, four-wheel drive Compliant suspension with large travel. |
| apparent for each case. | Fast | V8/V12 engine, mounted in the rear. Rear-wheel drive Stiff suspension with little travel. |
| apparent for each case. | Economical | inline-4 or 3 engine, mounted in front, Front-wheel drive. Cheap suspension with moderate travel. |
| EXPRESSION | EMPHASIS | MECHANISM |
| Diapers, nursers, getting changed, etc. | unknown | unknown |
I can imagine what it would be like. I'm watching TV, and was wearing just a diaper and a T-shirt. My wife wasn't due back from her trip for another couple days - she doesn't know about my diapers. Then suddenly, I hear the front door open! I couldn't think of what to do - I just sat there. It opened, and there was my wife. She looked me over and seemed surprised. I..I nearly wet myself. She smiled.
She went into our bedroom and brought out a cord. I got up. "It's not what.. What you think" I meekly stammered.
"Put your hands behind your back" she asserted. I couldn't think of what else to do so I did. She tied my wrists together firmly. Next, she got a belt from the dresser and sat on the bed. My mind was racing. She drew me across her lap. "You know, all these years, I wondered if there was a soft spot under that hard exterior" she whispered into my ear. She ran her finger along my back, which made me more confused than ever. "I'm upset that you hid this sweet little boy from me" she added. Her gentle hand then released my diaper. I thought to squirm but it was too late. She held me firmly, and lashed the belt against my fragrantly powdered backside. It stung, it chiseled away at me. I was soon crying helplessly in her lap.
Then she stopped, and put my diaper back on. "There, there baby. Don't ever hide from me again." She turned me and held me close - I just wept. I had hidden this side of myself for so long. It felt wonderful to let it show, to feel her soft caress.
I can imagine what it would be like. I'm watching TV, and was wearing just a diaper and a T-shirt. My wife wasn't due back from her trip for another couple days - she doesn't know about my diapers. Then suddenly, I hear the front door open! I couldn't think of what to do - I just sat there. It opened, and there was my wife. She looked me over and seemed surprised. I..I nearly wet myself. She smiled evily.
She went into our bedroom and brought out a cord. I got up. "It's not what.. What you think" I meekly stammered.
"Put your hands behind your back - or I'll have to tell your freinds" she asserted. I couldn't think of what else to do so I obeyed. She tied my wrists together tightly. Next, she got a belt from the dresser and took me by the ear. I knew what was coming, so I tried to pull away. I couldn't. She drew me over the bed. "I'll teach you to try to keep secrets from me" she lashed, "you big baby." Face-down, I tried to free my hands, but only felt the cords dig into me. She placed one hand on the back of my head, and pressed it into the quilt. I couldn't see. The other went down and undid the diapers. They dropped away, to reveal my bare and helpless behind. I struggled blindly, but there was nothing I could do. Then she started whipping me with the belt. I cursed at her, but she just whipped me harder. "You know, after all these years, it might be time for a change here" she snarled.
Then she stopped, and put my diaper back on. "To start with, you are never to hide your desires from me again. She slid me onto the carpet, and tied my feet to the bedpost. I squirmed a little, trying to get loose. The stripes on my behind stung, but all I could do was to worry about what would come next.
I can imagine what it would be like. I'm wearing just a diaper and a T-shirt, and am playing with myself gently through the thick cotton folds. My wife wasn't due back from her trip for another couple days - she doesn't know about my diapers. Then suddenly, the front door opened! I couldn't think of what to do - I just sat there. There was my wife. She looked me over and seemed suprised. I realized that she was looking at my hard-on, bulging inside the diaper. She smiled.
I got up. "It's not what.. What you think" I meekly stammered. She sat down on the couch, and motioned me to sit beside her. We talked a while. Then when I wasn't thinking, she caught me rubbing myself. She went into our bedroom and came back with a cord. With one hand, she started to rub me, expertly, almost to the edge of climax. She stopped and drew both my hands behind me. She never liked it when I masturbated.
She put her hand on my shoulder and lead me down, across her lap. My cock strained against the cotton padding as my hands struggled against the cords. I followed her - I needed relief.
"You know, all these years, I wondered if you were hiding something" she whispered into my ear. Her voice betrayed that she was getting hot too. She ran her finger along my stiff member. "I always wanted to know what you dreamed about when we made love" she added. Her gentle hand then released my diaper. She held me firmly, and spanked me several times. With each stroke, my member rubbed on the diaper, caught between my crotch and her leg. She smiled at me. She could feel it growing.
Then she stopped, and put my diaper back on. "There, there baby. Don't ever hide your fantasies again." She sat me up and drew me to her breast. Her nipples were as hard as I'd ever felt.
| EXPRESSION | EMPHASIS | MECHANISM |
| Infantilism | Fetishistic: focusing on an object or action. | Mechanisms common to fetishism, which is better researched than infantilism. |
| Infantilism | ~Vestic: focusing on the change of role | Mechanisms common to transvestism, which is better researched than infantilism. |
| Infantilism | Sadomasochism: focusing on the loss of status or control | Mechanisms common to sadomasochism, which is better researched than infantilism. |