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  1. My Agonizing Journey to Babyhood – 16 By: Heather23 Edited by: DaddyRich Chapter 16 - Chris takes his toddler shopping Chris helped me get dressed for what I was soon to learn would be a shopping trip. "Kimberly, now that you are my little toddler, we need to pick up some items and clothing for you." "You don't really have any clothes suitable for a toddler." "However, I did purchase some pull-up diapers with little characters on them that I think you will like." Another first I thought. I looked at the pull-ups he was talking about. They looked almost worse than diapers with the little cartoon characters on them. Chris instructed me to step into one, and he pulled the diaper up my legs. They were meant for a small child, but they stretched over me so that I could wear them. The pull-up diapers really had a psychological effect on me. I felt so small and so embarrassed in these diapers, especially in front of Chris. "Kimberly, since you don't own any little kid clothes yet, you will just have to wear jeans and a t-shirt for now. Chris of course picked out my tightest pair of low-cut jeans for me to wear. I slipped them on and Chris patted my rear just so I would be conscientious of my diapered state. I was made to drink three large glasses of water before we left for our day of shopping. Normally I would love a day of shopping, but today I was not so sure. Our first stop was a large national chain that sells baby and toddler stuff. He held my hand at all times as we walked through the store. "Let's see Kimberly, a little toddler needs a potty chair to learn how to go potty on the big toilet." Chris put the potty chair in our cart. "Little, Kimmie also needs a booster chair to sit in while we drive in the car." He selected a booster chair and added it to our cart. "There, I think that is all we need at this store," he said. "Chris, I need to go to the bathroom." "May I go?" "Just hold it!" he scolded me. "I can't, I can't!" We moved toward the checkout area, and I was starting to prance around like a little three-year-old. Chris grabbed my hand and said, "Kimie, you will just have to wait...you are just going to have to hold it until we get to a bathroom." I knew I was wearing the pull-ups, but I also knew that they were not likely to be as efficient as wearing an adult-sized diaper. We were standing in a rather long checkout line. I was crossing my legs while we stood in line. I was in total agony! My only hope was to release just a little pee in my pull-up diaper and hope it would hold enough to hide my problem. I squeezed Chris's hand and released a little pee. Unfortunately my dam burst. I never could release just a little pee when I had to go this bad. I had waited so long that my bladder just let go. The pull-up diaper worked at first and I felt relieved to see my jeans weren't wet. That only lasted a few seconds. By the time I could work my muscles well enough to stop my bladder, I had drenched my little kiddy diaper. Just as I had feared, the diaper couldn't hold all the wetness. A wet spot formed in front of my jeans and between my legs. I could feel my pee trickle down the insides of my legs. I tried to cover myself with my hands, but I probably just pushed more pee out of the diaper and into my jeans. It was obvious to anyone who looked at me that I had peed my pants. I was crying in shame. Chris would not let me leave his side and made me stay with him while we paid for the items in our cart. I was certain that the young male clerk saw my accident. How could he miss my wet jeans. He looked down at my wet pants, looked at our purchases, and winked at me. Chris paid and we left the store. "Kim, I thought I told you to hold it!" Chris yelled at me. "But Master, I couldn't help myself." His response was firm, "Well then Kim we need to buy some more items to prevent these silly accidents." When we got to the car I started to get in the front passenger seat, but Chris stopped me. "Little girls sit in their booster chairs in the back seat." I couldn't believe that he was going to make me ride in the back seat of the car. My new booster seat was placed on the rear seat, and I was instructed to sit on it. It was small, but I fit into it. My first impression was that I was sitting in wet jeans. I had no change of clothes, so my options were limited. Chris put the seat belt around the booster and checked it to make sure I was secure in my car seat. All of this was having a huge impact on me. I was in a car seat made for a toddler and sitting in very wet jeans. I was so incredibly embarrassed. He certainly knew how to push my buttons. The car ride took about 30 minutes, and we arrived at a small shop. I pleaded with Chris not to go back out in public with wet jeans on, but he grabbed my hand like a disobedient child and pulled me into the shop. Chris knew the lady who ran the shop and the small consolation was that we were the only three in the store. The store sold little girl outfits. There were all sorts of party dresses and frilly clothes of all kinds. The sales clerk was introduced to me as Nicole. She didn't take long to point out the obvious, "I see little Kim wet her pants." "I see why you told me on the phone that you need to have her potty-trained." I was so embarrassed, but knew that she was trying to tease me. I asked to use the bathroom and Chris said, "Again Kim?" "You just wet your pants." He sighed and left the shop for a moment. He returned with the potty chair we just purchased. I died when I saw it. Nicole instructed both Chris and I to go into her back room where we would have more privacy. I was starting to dance around again as my need to pee increased. Nicole walked over to me and unbuttoned my jeans like I was just a little girl that couldn't work the button for herself. "Let's get you out of your wet jeans," she said. With that she removed my jeans and then pulled my soaking wet pull-up diaper down my legs. She stopped and stared at my chastity heart covering my private area. Chris interrupted the silence and explained, "Kim has a problem with masturbation." "I found that this little device is very effective at keeping her pure." Nicole touched the object and actually pulled on the little lock that secured the wire-mesh lid shut. Chris took out the key to the lock and showed her how it could be opened, but explained that the device could never be removed by me because it was glued to my body. I was dying inside. I had done plenty of modeling , but nothing this intimate or this embarrassing. He locked it shut again. Chris took me over to my potty chair and told me to take care of my business. I wanted to complain, but I had to go so bad. I asked if Chris could at least open the lid on my heart so that I could pee. His response, "Kim the device will remain shut." "You can pee with it on just fine!" Like the booster seat for the car, the potty chair was built for a child. I sat on the little child's toilet the best I could. Nicole and Chris were amused and stared at me throughout my ordeal. I didn't expect to hear the hiss of my pee or the noise it made as it filled the little potty chair. My chastity device certainly did not inhibit the flow as I peed. It simply sprayed right through the stainless steel screen located on the front of the heart and into the little potty chair. This was all so very embarrassing. To Be Continued…
  2. Chapter 1 Scott could hardly contain his giddiness as he turned his steering wheel to make a left at the intersection. After several weeks of careful planning, scheming, checking, and rechecking, he finally had a free weekend for himself. He had spent those weeks ordering discrete packages filled with supplies of a particular nature and tinkering in his garage on a device that he hoped would be able to fulfill his wildest fantasies. He could feel his heart pound in his chest as he put his blinker on and changed lanes, wanting to get home as soon as legally possible. Scott had had a great week at work, his boss had been admiring the white leopard's progress for a while now. He had recently designed a filing system that, according to his calculations, had increased the company’s data storage system by a whole 12.4%. The subsequent increase in efficiency had also increased his paycheck to a much sizable amount, which he had recently been putting to good use. Scott was a brilliant engineer and computer programmer, his passion for creation had brought him to work for Sky-TEC industries, a company that specializes in creating computers whose processing power and ability to complete tasks in incredibly low amounts of time had brought them up to one of the best technology companies in the world. But as brilliant as this company was, Scott was just a little bit more brilliant. Scott had quite unmistakably come into contact with a piece of technology that was top secret and incredibly powerful. Many would use it for great evil, while some might use it to achieve near indestructibility. Scott however, wasn't particularly interested in any of those things. Scott had some very private tendencies that he had never shared with anyone since he was a child. Specifically, he loved indulging in infantile fantasies, imagining himself just like a little kid again. From feeling the warmth of a freshly soaked diaper, to the pleasurable struggle of being put in bondage whilst wearing a soiled diaper, unable to do anything about his current predicament, to the wonderful childlike freedom of just wearing a diaper and t-shirt whilst watching children's shows on TV. Scott had spent a good amount of time imagining exactly what he'd love to do to or by himself if he had the time and resources to fulfill his fantasies. Fantasies that he hoped would be fulfilled very soon. Scott pulled into the driveway of his comfortable little home. It wasn't anything special, he had little furnishings to decorate it with, but it had what he liked to consider an "aesthetical amount of space". He turned off the engine, grabbed his shoulder bag, and exited the car, walking into his garage. He flicked on the lights, and as the light bulbs blinked awake the device that he'd spent months on putting together sat on his workshop table. To put it bluntly, Scott had been programming a device that would essentially stop time itself. Through a combination of biotechnology, an improbability-engine, and a calculator that essentially worked on the whimsical nature of the polarity of electrons whirling around in titanium atoms in the contraption, the device was able to access the particular genetic code of the user and ignore all cells with the sequence, then continue to all other organic matter and inorganic matter and "freeze them in place". Scott didn't fully understand it, but he knew how to put the parts together and calibrate the machine. One might think that experimenting with such a device would be incredibly risky, but Scott had that figured out as well. He had coded in a fail-safe into the device. If a large amount of cells of the individual who had activated the device began to shut down at a rapid enough pace indicating possible death, it would essentially reverse the freezing process restoring reality to normal. Scott picked up the device with baited breath. It didn't look like anything special, like a TV remote except with fewer buttons and what looked like more volume controls. He connected his phone to the remote and fed it information about the current time, position of earth relative to the sun, and relative temperatures around the world. He hoped that the device would be able to send out the proper frequency into the molecules around it, setting off the time freezing reaction properly. He knew that if it failed, it may fail spectacularly, possibly even harming him despite the fail safe. A green light on the device shone, indicating that it was ready to be activated. He closed his eyes, pressed his eyes shut, and pushed a large red button with his finger. A loud rushing sound echoed through his ears, he fell backwards sputtering and coughing, he felt as if everything in a single part of his body was getting lightly tickled with electricity, he yelled in alarm, but before he could yell for more than a second it all stopped. Scott looked around. Everything looked. . . normal. He went over to the garage switch and pressed it, a whirring sound came from the door as it opened. He padded outside and his jaw dropped. Birds hung eerily in the air, much like bricks don't. Leaves stood stalk still, frozen as a gust of wind was blowing through it. Scott fanned himself with a paw experimentally, looking at it as he felt the air particles against his whiskers and fur. He had done it. He had created a device that stopped time. It stopped time for everything and everyone! Everyone, except him. Scott hooted and hollered! He started running down the street, passing cars with passengers in them halfway through a sip of coffee, forming a word as they talked on the phones, or smiling jaws and maws agape as they sang to their favorite car songs. Scotts saw planes and clouds, unmoving in the sky, felt the warmth of the sun on his fur as it peeked behind a cloud, permanently, until adjusted by the remote of course. Scott stopped running in the middle of an intersection and turned around and around, taking in the view. He laughed, joyous that he had achieved something that most thought was only possible in sci-fi movies and fantasy novels. Suddenly, he remembered why he had gone so ridiculously out of his way with his invention. He turned tail sprinted back to his house and got quickly inside, closing his door, not bothering to lock it. Who would try bothering him now if every ‘who’ was frozen in time? He walked inside his sparsely furnished living room and opened one of the brown boxes he had sitting there. A fresh waft of baby powder and ointment met his feline nostrils as he admired the contents of the box. Within it lay several large, fluffy adult diapers, each themed with little cartoons of various baby animals wearing diapers. Some looked sleepy, others laughed in joy, while still others were too busy with a toy to do anything else. Scott shuddered with excitement and let out a shaky sigh. Finally, I can unwind like I've always wanted to. He thought, as his tail twitched in anticipation. He looked at the other boxes, knowing that what they contained would only increase the amount of fun he was about to have. He grinned, and speaking aloud to no one said, “It’s going to be a good weekend."
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    So um... there's a lot going on with this video. It's primarily a bondage, degradation, chastity video with a Tomb Raider theme (and some latex thrown in), but at one point the Tomb Raider is put into a pullup (over top of her chastity belt and underneath locking panties) and well... it's interesting. Enjoy, Rach
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  4. View File Tomb Raider Chastity Bondage with Pullups So um... there's a lot going on with this video. It's primarily a bondage, degradation, chastity video with a Tomb Raider theme (and some latex thrown in), but at one point the Tomb Raider is put into a pullup (over top of her chastity belt and underneath locking panties) and well... it's interesting. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 08/30/2022 Category Female  
  5. My Agonizing Journey to Babyhood – 15 By: Heather23 Edited by: DaddyRich Chapter 15 - I am put to bed as a toddler I again found myself on my back being diapered for the night. Chris always put me in extra thick diapers for the night. The heart-shaped chastity device was firmly in place between my legs and Chris put the disposable diaper over it like it wasn't even there. In a way it had become a part of my body. I was amazed that I hardly even noticed the feeling of the chastity heart unless I reached down and touched it. The diaper and plastic pants were in place for the night. I had not seen the sleeper styled pajamas that Chris brought out for me to wear. I was told to place my feet in the attached booties and the one-piece pajama outfit was pulled up my legs. I slipped my arms in the sleeves and Chris zipped the pajamas closed. "There you go Kimberly, you look just like a toddler...all ready for bed." "You are well diapered and all comfy in your little sleeper." "I have learned that I can't fully trust my little girl, so I am going to put these little things on your hands." Chris proceeded to put bondage mittens on each one of my hands. These too were new. They were like big thick mittens. They were pink just like my sleeper and made out of a similar cotton material. Chris locked the two wristbands that kept the mittens in place. "Let me see if they actually work." Chris stated. "Kim, I want you to try and pull your zipper down on your pajamas." I knew it would be pointless because my hands were useless in the thick, fingerless mittens. I did as I was told and tried to grip the zipper. I even tried with two hands, but the zipper was too small, and the mittens wouldn't allow me to grip anything. "OK, Kim, you convinced me...you seem to be well secured for the night." I was led over to a child-like sleeping bag that was laying on the floor next to our bed. It was pink with Disney characters on it. I was told to get in the sleeping bag. That proved difficult with my bondage mittens on, but Chris helped me into the bag. The only way I fit in the shorter length of the child's sleeping bag was to bend my legs. Chris zipped the sleeping bag closed with my arms still in the bag. In fact, only my head stuck out of the top. He laced the top closed so that I couldn't slip my body out of the bag. "Chris, I mean Master, get me out of this sleeping bag now! I complained. His reply was short, "I didn't think I was going to have to gag you tonight, but I can see your complaining could keep me up tonight." Chris pulled out a gag in the shape of a large pacifier and pushed it deep into my mouth. He moved my hair and secured the gag behind my head with the attached leather straps. The gag totally filled my mouth. Chris kissed my forehead and left me to try to go to sleep. I tried to spit out the gag, but it was in my mouth to stay. I then tried to stretch out my legs, but they wouldn't budge in the short sleeping bag. Bondage games get me excited, and my current state had the effect of getting me juiced up. I reached down to rub myself between my legs. However, with the bondage mittens, pajamas, diapers and a chastity heart between my legs, I could not provide myself with any sexual contact or relief. Chris was right. Each step of regression was becoming more limiting. Somehow I was able to drift asleep...this time as Chris's toddler. I am always put to bed after I have been made to drink multiple cups or bottles of fluids. Tonight was no exception. My bladder once again became my alarm clock and I woke up squirming in my sleeping bag. I knew that even if I wanted to call out to Chris that the gag wouldn't let me. It was hard to move in the tight sleeping bag, but I was able to get on my back with my knees bent in front of me. Almost instinctively I put my hands between my legs as if I could hold back my pee. I again tried to rub myself, but my pussy was safely secured in multiple layers of diapers, pajamas, and the dreaded chastity heart. I sucked the pacifier gag and began to wet my diapers. The chastity device did nothing to impede the flow of my pee and my diapers filled just like they always did. Since I was on my back, the wetness started in front and swiftly spread throughout my diaper. Oh! The joy of a wet diaper! I quickly realized that the wet diaper may not be so nice later in the morning when I would be released, but for now, I loved the wet, warm feeling. I was awake in my sleeping bag patiently waiting for Chris to wake up and release me. I had wet myself several more times and could feel that my disposable diaper wasn't able to hold all of my pee. My pajamas and even the sleeping bag were wet. Chris came up to me and saw how I had wet through everything. "Looks like my toddler had a very wet night." "I am going to have to put additional diapers on you, especially at night." I was embarrassed. I really did soak everything. Chris undid the sleeping bag, so I could scoot out. He removed my bondage mittens and told me to go take a shower. I was left to get out of my wet pajamas and diaper. I removed everything except for my little heart-shaped friend that was fixed to my body. In the privacy of my shower I explored the chastity device. I had to give Chris credit. It was ingenious. I played with the lock that kept the lid closed tightly around my pussy. I was truly secured in the worst most intimate way. I often looked forward to my showers so that I could masturbate while I bathed. I tried to rub myself over the chastity device, but my clit couldn't be touched. I was truly Chris's bound slave. I didn't even have control over my own body. To Be Continued…..
  6. Wendy’s Week In Diapers – Part 9 I guess Wendy had a lot to think about because she didn't talk much the next morning as I put her into double cloth diapers and plastic pants (despite the fact they made a bulge in her dress) and locked her in the belt. She was withdrawn and uncommunicative as I kissed her goodbye. I watched her teeter down the hallway in her highest heels (that once again were tied in place), her slightly bulging behind adding an extra sway to her skirt that drew even more attention to her seamed stockings. If you were to pass close enough to her, you would have heard the rustle of fabric on plastic, and you might have caught the sweet, innocent fragrance of baby powder. She wasn't five minutes out the door before I was on the phone ordering her chastity belt from a custom supplier. As the morning worn on I began to wonder if I had gone too far. After all, this was supposed to be at least some fun for her. I need not have worried. She called me at 10:30. "The boss has asked me to lunch," she said in a voice husky from arousal. I knew she was reliving her diaper-date fantasy. "... it's a command performance. I just can't refuse." "So, go." I said flatly. I wanted to know what she was up to. "But I'll need a change by then." "I see. How do you suppose we arrange that?" Her voice got heavier. She was really getting off now. "I thought if you drove to the restaurant I could excuse myself to go to the ladies room and then meet you in the car for a quick change." I decided to be cooperative. As I packed up a diaper change my mind began to map out the scene, and immediately I discovered some problems. Our car was too small for changing an adult. On impulse, I called a buddy who had just bought a minivan. I dialed his home number by mistake and was just about to hang up, so I could call his office when a very nasal voice answered. It was Henry, alright, home sick in bed with the flu, and yes, I could borrow the van as long as I made a trip to the drug store for him while I had it. I felt an erection growing as I headed out the door. I got to the restaurant and parked the van beside the dumpster, reducing the likelihood of someone strolling by while Wendy and I were being intimate. Then I slipped into the restaurant and took a table near the entrance where Wendy would be sure to see me and where I could see the entire room. I told the waiters that I was waiting for someone and ordered a coke. It took her about 15 minutes to arrive, and you should have seen her face when she saw me. Of course, she knew she couldn't let on that she knew me and that was all the fun. As I watched her and her boss make their way to their table I studied her beautiful legs with their sexy seamed stockings. Her skirt did seem a little fuller but no one would have guessed she was in diapers. Yes, her shoes were in place. I fell in love all over again while I watched them engage in small talk and place their orders. She had a bit of a conversation with the waiter and then rose almost as soon as the serving staff had left. She managed to catch my eye and I knew it was my signal. I made my way to the back of the restaurant which, fortunately combined the hallway to the washrooms with the rear entrance. "Blue van." I whispered to her as I brushed past her. By the time she pulled open the large side door I had her diaper change all laid out, not to mention the neck stocks. Here eyes were glassy with arousal and unless she had used too much blush that morning her complexion revealed her anxious state. She glanced and the stocks and seemed about to say something but then just whispered. "Those fresh diapers look great! Let's get on with it." I had her lie down beside the fresh diapers and then guided her neck and wrists into the leather bands. That made her breath even more deeply. "Hurry," she said breathlessly, "we don't have long." With her now so deliciously immobilized it seemed a shame to have to hurry, but I still enjoyed myself. I undressed her like a doll, first pushing her skirt up around her torso, then releasing her garters and removing the garter belt. I decided to leave her stockings on to save time. She twisted her hips to help me gain access to the diaper lock and breathed a sigh of relief as it was released and removed. Then I peeled down the baby-like frosty plastic panties she had chosen and exposed her soaked diaper. The smell of hot pee immediately filled the van. It was like a perfume to me. I unpinned the diaper and pulled it away from her crotch. As I had guessed she was aroused to the brink of orgasm. To hell with the time factor, I thought as I ripped open my jeans. "No time." she whispered hoarsely and without conviction as my stiff member was cleared for action. It was one "no" that sure meant "yes". Her arms pulled against their leather bindings in orgasmic spasm as I entered her. She began to shudder as wave after wave of pleasure racked her body. My member, encased in her slick love tunnel, had found its own version of heaven and I knew my own orgasm was not far off. We came together in a tryst of grunting and moaning that was so powerful it was just as well that Wendy was bound. I lay on top of her for a minute and then withdrew. A glance at my watch told me we had already taken too much time. Wendy lifted her hips while I extracted the wet diapers and replaced them with the stack of dry cloth ones I had prepared. As soon as her damp bottom touched the dryness she moaned in pleasure and wriggled against the stocks a little, just to remind herself that she was about to be bound up in diapers again and there wasn't a thing she could do about it. I used four pins to fasten the diapers as tightly as possible and then used a snap-on pair of plastic panties to keep her clothing dry. She flexed her thighs against the bulk between her legs while I prepared her diaper belt. Again, she twisted to one side while I passed it around her waist and gave me the customary complaint about making it too tight, but there was still a gleam in her eye. I prepared her garter belt and put it around her waist. She had to hold each leg up in the air while I straightened her seams for her before fastening the stocking to the hungry little garter tabs. I replaced her skirt, using the chance to stroke her padded crotch. She moaned appreciatively, but I knew that time had become our enemy. I released the neck and wrist cuffs and helped her to sit up. She grabbed her purse and fussed with her make-up for a few seconds. "I swear its written all over my face!" "The diapers?" "No. The orgasms." Then she kissed me full on the mouth before fleeing out the van door toward the restaurant. I cleaned up the van and replaced my clothing. By the time I made my way back through the restaurant Wendy and her boss were deep in conversation. I made sure I passed by their table. Wendy was sitting a little back from the table with her legs crossed. The top of one stocking and a garter clasp were clearly visible, and it had not escaped the boss' attention. I was just in time to catch their conversation. "...a lady has to have her secrets." Wendy said coquettishly. "Any you obviously have a few." her boss remarked. I thought to myself, "don't push it, my friend. She's locked up tight and won't you be surprised if that skirt rides any higher". Wendy winked at me as I paid for my drink and left through the front door. On the way home I stopped at the drug store for Henry and then made a detour to the sex shop where I picked up Wendy's chastity belt. It had an oval metal plate that would cover her pubis and a series of fine chains to make sure it stayed snugly in place. It was perfect, and I knew it would be used a lot. I was really looking forward to Wendy's arrival that night. I sensed she was really aroused by the diaper punishment and I planned an evening of leaving her diapers fully exposed while I plied her with beer, so I could watch her wet herself. As fate would have it I got a call from the hospital at 3:30 and had to go in for a four-hour shift. At first, I thought of leaving the keys to Wendy's diaper lock with a note, so she could change herself. It would be interesting to see if she voluntarily put diapers on herself without being forced to. Then I thought about Wendy's stories of her diaper dates and decided that four hours wasn't that long and if things really got out of control she could call me and I would tell her where to find the keys. I had been called in to handle a teenage girl whose drug-induced behavior led her to compulsive masturbation. Her vaginal area was red and sore by the time she was admitted and no one thought it strange when I prescribed extra thick diapers and a diaper lock as the most humane way to prevent her from hurting herself. Watching that kid waddle around while she pulled and tugged at the diapers and heavy belt that held them on was a constant reminder of my wife and a real turn-on. To be continued……
  7. Wendy’s Week in Diapers – Part 8 From Bytemine Edited by: DaddyRich Back to Jim……………… The story had made me very horny. But the thought of making her use her diapers for a BM made me even hornier. "Hmm. I don't know about that. I'm in need of a little release, myself. Care to oblige me? It could earn you some brownie points." She gave me a look that clearly said “Damn All Men!” and then smiled. "Sure. Just unlock the belt and help yourself. But you had better be quick or things could get unpleasant." I flashed her one of my checkmate! smiles. "Oh, I don't think we need to go to all that trouble. Why don't I just make myself comfortable here while you put that precocious little mouth of yours to work." I dropped my jeans while the comprehension registered on her face. The pouting little girl came back. "You can't!" she pleaded while tugging at her tethered wrists. "You just can't!" "Can't do what?" I asked sweetly as my shirt and underwear joined the jeans on the floor. This was definitely interesting. "I really have to go!" she wailed, although I knew her well enough not to be fooled. Her cheeks were flushed, and her nipples were hard. She was enjoying this. "Me first" I said. By now I was lying on the bed perpendicular to her. She grits her teeth and began to move into position to take me in her mouth. Just as I began to wonder how advisable it was to let her teeth get that close to my wedding tackle I felt her warm, moist lips encompass me and I began my own little journey to heaven. Wendy was having trouble managing the stocks and my cock in her mouth at the same time. Finally, she discovered she could get some support if she propped one end of the stocks on the bed and took me from an angle. She kept making little grunting sounds and writhing her hips very seductively. Since she had a good incentive to bring me off quickly she was working her tongue over-time and I was really rising to the occasion. The hornier I got, the closer Wendy came to loading her diapers. I could tell by the thigh-squeezing, grunting and pauses for breath. A couple of times she looked up at me with an 'Isn't this-over-yet? expression. In the middle of that there would be a cramp or a spasm and her eyes would take on a distant, far-away look. Finally, I was coming in great waves of wonderfulness. Wendy sucked and sucked until I was too sensitive to let her continue. Then she rolled to one side. "Please!" she gasped and then gave out with a little shriek. I looked over to see her lying on her back with the greatest look of surprise on her face that you can imagine. Her hips moved, her back arched up and down as if possessed by some demon. She looked back at me, shocked by what was happening to her. It would have been over in a few seconds if it hadn't been for the diaper lock. Once Wendy's body had decided it was going to expel it wasn't going to give up because something got in the way! Wendy's bowels had taken control of her. She looked just like a surprised toddler as she became obsessed with the need to fill her diapers. ‘Puff and grunt, Puff and grunt.’ She struggled against the wide leather strap that had been locked snugly between her legs. I could hear her breathing, feel her exertions through the mattress. I knew she was making progress, but she wouldn't be very comfortable. As the efforts subsided, and she began to regain her composure her expression changed. "I just messed myself," she said in a little-girl voice. She looked down at the thick diapers between her legs, no doubt feeling the heavy wet mess inside them, and then looked at the stocks that held her hands helpless. Finally, she flexed her legs together and suddenly began to orgasm. Her whole body trembled with the force of it. Great wracking waves of pleasure that absorbed her consciousness. For once, it was fun to be a spectator. As she finished and began to catch her breath I put my mind on what to do next. It came down to just how much of a punishment I wanted Wendy's diapers to be. Bound up in the stocks, her diaper locked on tight, she was in no condition to do anything but bargain with me. I glanced over to see her looking at me expectantly, almost afraid to put voice to the question that must surely be nagging her - would I change her? I made my decision. Wendy would stay in her dirty diapers for a couple of hours, just to let her know what it felt like. I knew that I would either change her or let her change herself before bedtime, but I sure wasn't going to let her know that. Without saying a word I began to release her from the stocks. She looked up at me with an embarrassed smile, grateful for the prospect of relief. As soon as the stocks fell away she stood up, very carefully, and presented the lock at the rear of the retention belt for my attention. Trying hard not to smile I just got up and started to walk out of the room. "Jim!" she whimpered. It was such a pitiful sound that I almost gave in to it. "Yes, dear?" I said in as normal voice as I could manage. "Aren't you... You know... change me?" I looked back at her, standing with her legs wide apart, half bent forward as she tried to avoid feeling the mess in her diaper. She was pathetically pretty, and again I almost recanted my plan, but I didn't. "And why should I do that?" She let her gaze drop to the floor as a low moan escaped from her throat. "Please. Don't play with me. I need to be changed and right now." Her voice was soft, but her tone was sincere. "I'll think about it." I said cheerfully and went to the living room. I rescued two beers from the kitchen along the way. I wanted Wendy to be very ready for her next diaper change. I won't bore you with the antics and pleading I endured for the next hour. Wendy dared not sit down and yet moving wasn't any fun for her either. I kept her drinking beer - which she didn't want - and waited for the inevitable wetting. She tried various ways of sitting on the floor while she kept up a steady stream of complaints, attempts at bribery and good old pouting. Finally, I had heard enough. "Do you really want to bargain?" I asked. At that point I was ready to leave her in those diapers all night. She nodded. "Okay. Here's the deal. You'll never wear pantyhose again, only garter belts and stockings." I paused and she gulped as she nodded. So far so good. "You agree that I can put you back into diapers any time I want to." She gulped harder at that but she did nod. Now for the prize. "And I want you to agree to wear a chastity belt any time I want you to." She blushed a deep red. I knew I had hit pay dirt. The whole diaper thing for Wendy was just a chastity belt in disguise. She stared at the floor and seemed to spend a lot of time clearing her throat. I saw her run her hands over the slick plastic of her panties, feeling how snug and tight the leather belt was, and she even reached around to fondle the small padlock at her back. I wondered what she was imagining - was she weighing the discomforts that I described against what she was suffering now? What would I do if she refused the offer and just waited for me to change her? "Okay." she said softly as her cheeks turned crimson. "Tell me what you are agreeing to." I wanted to hear the words from her ruby lips. "I agree not to wear pantyhose anymore, just garter belts and stockings. I'll let you put me in diapers whenever you want, and I'll wear a chastity belt too." "Fine." I said as I took out the keys to the retention belt. Not trusting her, I took her back to the bedroom where she was committed into the care of the trusty and reliable stocks before I unlocked her diaper belt. Then I helped her into the shower where I stripped down her diapers, used the hand-held shower head to clean her up and marched her back to the bedroom for more diapers and a renewed acquaintance with the diaper lock. She didn't say much through all of this, and we didn't converse again before falling asleep. To be continued…….
  8. Here4theFun

    Bratty Al

    From the album: Here4theFun's Digital Art

    Al has been punished for disobeying and being a Brat in general. No he has been locked in a chastity cage and can only pee and cum with permission. Will he obey the rules or will he go back to his old ways?
  9. I've been into omo for a long time, but only recently have been exploring chastity play. For the past three days I've been combining the two. OH MY GOD. This is a game-changer. I can't use the toilet, and the need from my bladder would give me an erection. Except I can't have that either, and my cock strains against its cage, demanding release. Right now as I type this, I'm already two hours in, with a significant wet patch on my jeans (I like slow wetting, but sometimes enjoy a good hold) and feeling, well, "agitated." I am in torture heaven. Can anyone else relate?
  10. Ashi

    Tower and Dandy

    From the album: Ashi's Omutsu Artwork

    Commission for Tower and DandySavage over on FurAffinity

    © Myself / Omopaws

  11. I have always been interested in a (especially male) chastity device that prevent the wearer from peeing as well as cumming. Imagining a super-desperate person with open toilets all around him/her but cannot relieve the load, because beneath their clothes they are secretly locked in a hole-less belt, is hopelessly horny to me. It is like the person is subjected to total submission, total control by the keyholder as to when, where and how they get to pee, and even when the chastised person has their bare bottom hovering over an open toilet bowl, all they could do is stir up the pee in their bellies and not getting an actual relief, ever. Their bladder would forever be cursed to expand to accommodate the pent up urine, hold it until the master/mistress' whim to let them pee ,,, or let them wet themselves.
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