Age Play

This morning I was thinking about how in M/f D/s age play, girl and Daddy roles are fairly common. What about Mommy and son? I recalled stumbling across a blog devoted to the latter: Mommy’s Boy.

I know some men are fond of being adult babies (See the CSI: Crime Scene Investigation episode King Baby). But that seems a fetish most often fulfilled by ProDommes. So I did a (very) little bit of digging around.

A fantasy I hadn’t anticipated from TammyJo Eckhart:

… I do have fantasies of being a spoiled little girl whose daddy is her complete and devoted slave. That usually confuses people bigtime because it is reversed from the normal concept of younger = bottom/sub and older = top/bottom.

Age Play

“Little” all by itself undoes that scenario for me. All I can think of is my sister who in my youth I had filed under nuisance. Nor can I identity with being a daddy. Er, ok, I can sort of. In many of my relationships I’ve been older and the source of stability and even money. But would’ve flinched if called daddy.

Closer to my expectations was Liza’s Pantyboy when he is put in diapers and to bed:

My Mistress left me alone to contemplate my fate while she went downstairs and got some water. She held a very large glass of water to my lips and made me drink it all. We lay down to take a little nap together. She handcuffed my hands to the headboard, put the pacifier in my mouth, and told me not remove it - or else.

Between napping sessions, she took ice cubes and slipped them into my diaper. And attached clothespins to my nipples. And laughed at me while I relieved my aching bladder into my diaper.

Diapers, age play, and being submissive

My idle curiosity was satiated. Anyway I grew bored with the project. Age play and infantilism are unequivocally not my kink.

Childhood was something I impatiently waited to pass. I fled my parents the instant the opportunity arose. I don’t want a mommy, daddy, teacher, preacher, mentor. I know who I am and have found my ethical center. A broad swathe I admit. And not shared by people who do age play. It wasn’t the worst childhood but you’ll have to take my word that it was a mighty complicated time.

Now I can understand the appeal of the spoiled and wanton teenage vixen (Mercilessly She Giggles at Your Helplessness). That they weren’t a part of my youth doesn’t deny the archetypal appeal. (I can think of several Sardax illustrations to insert here but they may all be owned by Humiliatrix.)

Interesting Semi-Related Conversations

Women may enjoy the thread quoted below for their peers evocations of the feelings they bring their roles.

Ravenqueen:

Yep. I get into some really strange headspaces with role play. My other boy is into age play, is also quite an extreme masochist, but, conversely, needs lots of hugs reassurance and aftercare. Scening with him, I’ve developed this quirky charachter who is sort of a cross between Mary Poppins and the wicked queen, with a generous dollop of Susan Sto Helit (apologies for gratuitous Pratchett reference). Sometimes I even scare myself with this one…..

Fantasy Role Play

Women discuss the surprisingly nuanced useages of the word “boy” in F/m contexts.

Katharine Hawks

When I use the word “boy” with biomale submissives who don’t have an overt boy identity (ie, age play), I’m usually picking up on some kind of energy they send out. (Not all male submissives have a ‘boy’ energy, btw.) Mix in one part innocence, sweetness, and acceptance. Add a little brat or rebel. Toss in some uncontrolled libido and an excess of hormones. That, to me, is a boy.

‘Boy’ and ‘Restraint’