As a man, you’re pathetic. You need constant attention, constant validation, constant reassurance. You whine and demand and crave the help of a Mistress to keep you in place. Not very becoming of a grown man, is it? Maybe it’s not a Mistress you need—maybe it’s a Mommy. And maybe it’s not a grown-up you should aspire to be—maybe what you really need is for Mommy to turn you into a little diaper-loving boy.