Crib IV

My real name is Petulance Postulate Pettibone.My friends call me Pet.My parents call me Pest.I was a holy terror.I stole.I cheated.I lied.I was always trouble.Instead of giving me attention, my parents gave me money."Buy what you need," they'd say.Really?Where can I buy a parental hug?My folks thought therapy could fix me. Ha I hated being home. I drank. I smoked. I tried drugs. I was rude, disinterested, and unmotivated. My parents sent me away. I bounced from one boarding school to another like a golf ball on concrete. With each successive boarding school, it became less about academics and more about discipline and corporal punishment.I didn't think I'd ever land at a place I wanted to stay.I was wrong.My journey has been circuitous and serendipitous. It has been filled with love and lust, pain and heartbreaking loss, homelessness and rescue.Now I am in the perfect place.I am loved.I am controlled.I have surrendered my adulthood willingly.I am happy in my nappy.This story is intended for adults 18 years of age and older. It involves DDLG, age play, regression, ABDL, bondage, discipline, spankings, femdom and cross-dressing.