>>12902
Okay so this took place a good few years ago at a regular ABDL fetish event near where I live. I got taken there by a guy who isn't my official daddy or anything but loves to dominate me so it made practically no difference. He made me turn up in a diaper underneath my regular clothes, then forcibly stripped me down in front of everyone at the club without any warning. That wasn't so terribly embarassing because pretty much everyone was already in some form of baby clothes (or a diaper) but it was a bit of a shock.
After that I got a collar and leash, a pacifier and some pink romper thing.
The real humiliation came when he decided to shall we say "forcibly broaden my horizons." I've always been a touch racist and daddy knew that, so he picked out the only black ABDL guy at the club (note that in general, but particularly around where I live, black ABDLs are like fucking unicorns) and got talking to him. He explicitly forbids me from taking my pacifier out of my mouth while they're talking in front of me except to force-feed me mouthfuls of JD & coke from a bottle. He mentions to this guy that I'm, quote, "a little bit discriminatory" and that it's totally okay for the guy to have a little fun at my expense because of it. My leash and bottle got handed over and daddy walked away for a while.
This was a weird sort of feeling for me. I'm still not that attracted to black guys, but the whole idea of just being briefly given to this guy in that sort of context was weirdly arousing for me, and he could clearly tell. This guy was getting off on me being this way and it was obvious. He'd constantly tell me stuff like how cute he found shy whiteboys just to make me blush, and he bought me a couple more drinks (fed through the bottle, of course) until I wet myself, which he made sure I did around a couple of his friends who also got a laugh in. At that point he decided it was time I had a change, and so pulled me off into the side-room the event had set up for this purpose.
Credit to this guy - he didn't actually force me to do anything. He immediately pulled my pacifier out and asked me "how far are you okay with me taking this?" At that point I had a raging hardon and so I said "I'll just tell you if I want you to stop." So he pulls my diaper off, and he makes a few stereotypical "I guess whiteboys just aren't as big after all" type comments, and then he gets out the baby wipes, cleans me up a little bit and then while my cock's still damp from the wipes he starts jacking me off.
Do black people have a different texture of skin? I don't know, maybe I was just imagining it because the situation was so new to me, but his handjob felt different to other handjobs I've had. And he's just looming over me the whole time, looking into my eyes, while I'm sitting there whining and blushing like crazy. He hasn't bothered to pull the curtain across the door, so anyone who walks by can see exactly what he's doing to me on the changing mat. He kisses me and again it feels way different, and I just feel like this is the naughtiest thing I've ever done. I get close and he makes sure there's a wipe on hand for when I cum. He calmly collects it up, wipes me down again, powders me up and puts me in two diapers (he made a big point of asking if I point up or down - I remember that for some reason). Then he hands me back to daddy and the rest of my night's pretty uneventful.
I still get hard thinking about that.