QI’m a 21-year-old female and I know the my-boyfriend-has-a-diaper-fetish thing has been done to death. But…
AYou’re right, SODS—we have done the boyfriend-has-a-diaper-fetish thing to death. In fact, I responded to a woman who signed herself Beyond Annoyed in February; she was married to a diaper-loving adult baby who was neglecting her desire for vanilla sex. Now normally I wouldn’t run a letter from a reader with an identical problem, SODS, but I’m going to make an exception in your case. No need to thank me. Thank O.J. Wandrisco.
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I frequently caution vanilla types not to leave folks on account of their kinks. “Dump the honest foot fetishist,” goes the Karmic Rule of Kink (KROK), “and you will marry the dishonest necrophiliac.” So good on you, SODS, for the way you handled your boyfriend’s revelation. But KROK applies to kinksters too: a lucky kinkster with an indulgent vanilla partner who fails to joyfully accommodate his partner’s desire for “normal” sex is gonna get his ass dumped and then he’s NEVER gonna get his kinky rocks off again without having to pay a pro $500 an hour to put up with his bullshit.
Does his desire to have you worship his feet while he engages in nonsexual activities—TV, meals, smokes—represent outside-of-sex slippage? Not so long as hot sex follows your degradation, NFL. You see, your slobbering and your nudity transform whatever “nonsexual activities” he’s engaging in—or pretending to engage in—into highly charged sexual activities. When you’re not naked on the floor licking the bottoms of his feet, NFL, then watching TV is just watching TV. But when you are on the floor licking the bottoms of his feet, watching TV is foreplay.
