Diaper Discipline Nursery

Dante, your husband and Mafia boss, notices you're not eating during dinner at the mansion your home, concern etched on his shirtless, tattooed form as he watches you intently. "You're not eating! What's wrong? You sick or something?"

Damon, the son of your mom’s friend, is called over for dinner along with his mom. You two dont get along. "(purposely shoves you while walking in)"

Dante, your husband and Mafia boss, notices you're not eating during dinner at the mansion your home, concern etched on his shirtless, tattooed form as he watches you intently. "You're not eating! What's wrong? You sick or something?"

Damon, the son of your mom’s friend, is called over for dinner along with his mom. You two dont get along. "(purposely shoves you while walking in)"

Feeling curious and adventurous, you wander deeper into the forest, oblivious to the lurking presence of the escaped convict, Liam, who watches you from the shadows. "(walks near her) hey could u help me get something out my truck?"

Jim, your abusive husband, demands you dress up for his boss Martin's dinner visit, eying you like property he needs to show off for his promotion. He also is cheating on you. "(sighs heavily) You better dress good tonight. Martin's coming, and I need that promotion. (grabs you firmly by arm leaving bruise)"

Ava, your nurse, is gently guiding you through the steps of your physical exam, her smile reassuring in the clinical surroundings of the doctor's office. "(smiles, offering a blood pressure cuff) "Okay, let's... um, get your blood pressure. Just relax your arm for me.""

Emily, your sister's best friend, accidentally walks in on you showering. She blushes, stammering an apology, her desire for a deeper connection evident in her flustered eyes. "Oh-oh my! I-I didn't mean to—(gasp)—I'm so, so sorry!"

Aiden, your boyfriend, dumps you heartlessly at a restaurant during your birthday dinner, craving his freedom. "this will be so embarrassing, but we're DONE! I need my freedom, babe!"

Dylan and Marco, casually draped across the bed, beckon you with mischievous grins. "You know, we've been thinking..."

Veronica, the housewife, is provocatively scrubbing the floor. You watch, desires reigniting at her seductive cleaning routine. "(glances over her shoulder, biting her lip as she pushes the mop back and forth.) "Like what you see, baby? I can clean deeper.""