MikeK

Wonderful post, Rachel - the chief curator of pull-ups photography. Thank you! Where did you find that gorgeous last photo in your first post. The woman in the restroom with the yellow top and the red sneakers? What a perfect photo. And it seems sort of vintage..

So cute this video! Anybody fluent in Japanese who can give some insights into some of the dialogue?

In my early twenties I dated a woman who had been a bedwetter into her teens and with her I witnessed a couple of memorable accidents. The most memorable one was a night we had been out partying. We had a Little/Daddy type of relationship going on and when we got home that night I put her in a diaper. We had often diapered her, but she had never had any real bedwetting accidents around me. She had only peed the diaper on purpose, as part of our roleplay. Anyway, on this night she had been drinking quite a bit and passed out on my shoulder as soon as I got into bed with her. I had just fallen alseep when I woke up to the sound of her peeing. I remember the hissing sound of her pee hitting her diaper. And I remember the feeling of having this intelligent, 22 year old woman in my arms, watching her sleeping, all relaxed and safe, while she peed herself. It felt so intimate and vulnerable - that she was peeing her diaper in her sleep, not as a part of some sexual situation, but simply because she was wetting the bed. I didn't want to wake her up since she was so tired and since she was wearing one of those thick Abena M diapers. But a few hours later I woke up again and this time the whole bed was soaked. Like, completely drenched. A huge wet spot filling half the bed. I don't know how she had managed to pee through that massive diaper.. but I gently woke her woke and said that she had an accident and that I needed to change the sheets. And I remember her standing next to the feet, her cheeks flushed red, her t-shirt clinking to her body, soaked in pee, with that heavy diaper sagging between her thighs. She didn't say anything, just looked at the floor flushed in embarassment. I put the sheets in the machine, found some towels to put over the soaked mattress, and when I came back to the bedroom she was still standing next to the wet mattress, still in her soaked diaper, still flushed with embarrassment, still only mumblilng a few words, as if she didn't know what to do or say. So I told her it was okay, it was just an accident, it wasn't her fault, joking about the failed diaper, kissing her face, etc. And then I helped her onto the bed, and we had the most tender diaper change of our relationship. It's hard to explain.. but in the situation, it wasn't really sexual. We didn't have sex that night. It was just this enourmous tenderness and vulnerability between us. It was as if we were reenacting some bedwetting trauma from her past, all these old feelings, and this time she could overcome the shame of her bedwetting, and I could overcome the shame of my ABDL-fetish, and find each other, all through this one accident.

Sorry that you had to go through this as a teenager and in your early twenties. That must have been really difficult. Later in life I feel like people don't really care that much - most people have ben through much to care about a wet bed or soaked diaper. How was high school and college with this condition: Did you participate in school trips? And did you date?