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  1. My Agonizing Journey to Babyhood – 1 & 2 By: Heather23 Edited By: DaddyRich Chapter 1 - Introduction Once again I am writing to you about a diaper adventure I experienced recently with my husband, friend, and lover, Chris. By now many of you have read my accounts of how Chris and I met in college, fell in love, and what we like to do to keep our marriage fresh, wet, and exciting. My name is Kim and by nature I am the submissive one in our relationship. Chris is definitely the assertive one, but we have switched roles in the past and enjoy that too. There is something magical that happens when Chris takes charge. He knows just what to do to drive me wild. His inventive mind keeps me guessing, and I like that about Chris. Life is never boring when we role-play, experiment with bondage, or play our baby games. Some would call me strange, but I love to be humiliated, and it never fails to really charge me up sexually. For me, diapers, (more specifically being forced to wear diapers), accentuates my humiliation. Chris loves to use my love-hate relationship with diapers and humiliation to his advantage. He knows me so well. He loves to see me in diapers and the effect that wearing diapers has on me. I guess that is one of the reasons we make such a great match. Chapter 2 - Our day begins in bed On this particular morning I woke up before Chris. I was lying in bed and smiled to myself about my predicament. I was dressed in a short, red, baby doll nightgown like thousands of women wear every night, but I wasn't wearing the matching panties that came with it. Chris thought I was being crabby last night and that kind of behavior always comes with consequences. In my case, that meant that last night before bed, Chris took me over his knee and spanked me. He always says, "If you are going to act like a spoiled brat, then I will treat you like a little brat." He doesn't tolerate any attitude from me. He then took me directly to our bed and put me in a diaper and plastic pants that still surrounds my bottom this morning. My plastic pants are the same color red as my nightgown. At least I match, I chuckled to myself. What Chris didn't know is that last night I purposely provoked him. I like to see if I can push him to get a response. Boy did I get a response, and now I found myself lying next to him as his diaper girl. I needed to pee, but I couldn't simply get up and go to the bathroom. Chris saw to that last night when he locked a small chain around my ankle and then secured the chain to the bed post. It appeared that I was secured by about 8 feet of light chain. My movements were definitely inhibited. I was in a real dilemma. I knew if I woke Chris I could receive more punishments, so I quietly laid in our bed and let the pressure to pee grow and grow. I reached down and put my hand on my plastic pants. I love the feel of plastic or rubber and that feeling goes back as far as I can remember. I had a flashback to when I was a little girl and had a problem with wetting my bed. My parents got so fed up with having to change my bedding that they purchased plastic panties for me to wear at night. I was still wetting my bed at 11 years old, so it had a pretty profound effect on me. Every night I had to wear thick training pants with the plastic panties over them. I remember them being tight because they were probably made for a very large toddler, but I also remember they fit me just fine. I developed a secure feeling when I was in my plastic panties. I knew that my bed would stay dry, and I would not get in trouble for wetting the bed. Sometimes I would forget to put my training pants and plastic pants on so my parents got in the habit of asking me the most embarrassing question in the world: "Kimberly, did you remember to diaper yourself tonight?" I always argued that they were not diapers, but my older sisters always teased me and said: "Kimie wears diapers... Kimie wears diapers..." I learned diaper humiliation at a very early age. Even at age 11, I would wake up nearly every morning to the feeling of wet, soggy training pants. And before I knew what sexual feelings were, I knew that it felt good to be in wet training pants surrounded by plastic pants. Even after I no longer wet the bed, I had a real love hate relationship with diapers and the humiliation I associated with having to wear them. Still today, I dream about those early episodes of being put in thick training pants and plastic panties. That thick feeling between my legs is still an incredible turn-on that I enjoy no matter how many times I am put in diapers. I guess that explains why I am who I am. Back to reality and my current state. I was only able to take my mind off my need to pee for so long. It now consumed my every thought. It was no longer if I would wet my diaper, but when. Chris has trained me to ask permission to wet my diaper. I know what you are thinking, but he exercises his control over me in that way, and secretly I like being his little diaper slave and receiving his attention. I couldn't wait any longer. If I wet my diaper I would be in trouble because I didn't ask Chris's permission. If I woke him up, he might be irritated, and I would receive another spanking or worse. It was the "or worse" that always kept me in line. Finally, I reached over and whispered into Chris's ear, "Master, your diaper slave needs some relief." "May I please wet my diaper?" Chris was pleased with my contrite self after my bitchy attitude from the night before. "So my little diaper slave needs to go pee-pee, huh?" "Yes, real, real bad," I responded. With that, Chris took me and rolled me onto his chest. He instructed me to get in the 69 position with my head down by his cock. This put my diapered bottom directly in front of Chris's face. My chain attached to my ankle was long enough to position myself over Chris's beautiful cock. "But Master, I can't continue to hold it any longer." "I am afraid that I will wet myself and Master may not like me to fill my diaper with it so close to Master's face." "I guess little Kimberly is going to have to hold it while you give me a blow job." "If I sense that you wet your diaper before I give you permission, you will have a very 'interesting' day ahead of you!" "And I mean 'interesting' in the sense that you may not like what is in store for you." "Got it?" "Yes Master, I will do my best." I proceeded to lick and suck on Chris's cock. I was practically sitting on Chris's face while I gave him a blow job, but I don't think he minded. I was using my mouth to stimulate Chris, and he was massaging my butt through my plastic panties. I love that feeling. He slipped his hand under my plastic pants and continued to massage me between my legs. I was totally out of control with passion. My orgasm was imminent. My breathing got heavier and so did Chris's moaning. Chris did not let up and kept massaging my pussy right through the diaper. It seemed like it happened quickly, but it was building up for some time. Chris exploded in my mouth and I erupted in a dramatic big O. My orgasm put my whole body into spasms and this prompted my bladder to release into my diaper with a rush of hot pee. Chris still had his hand under my plastic pants and never stopped massaging me while I continued to pee. It rarely happens that I climax in quick succession, but with Chris rubbing me and me peeing into my diaper, it was just too much of a good thing. I climaxed again, and again. "Thank you, Master!" "You are the best." To Be Continued…….
  2. Wendy’s Week In Diapers – Part 10 When I was called to the telephone at 6:30 I assumed Wendy had reached the end of her endurance or had to use the potty. Imagine my surprise when Judy's voice greeted me. "Hi. I came over to visit and found your wife in need of some special care. If you tell me where the keys are I'll see to it." I was stunned. I searched my memory for clues about Judy's reaction on Tuesday night and tried to pick my words carefully. "How do you mean?" "Let's put it this way, Jim, I can follow an example. Don't worry. We have more in common than you know. Trust me for now, and we'll have a nice long talk when you get home." With my hands shaking and my erection throbbing I told her where to find the keys. The last point had to be addressed. "Are you going to...?" "Leave things the way I found them? You bet. Bye for now!" The next 90 minutes were the longest in my life. My imagination ran wild as I pictured what was going on between Judy and Wendy. I almost ran the red lights on the way home. Judy's car was parked on the street. I ran up the walk and burst through the door, not knowing what to expect but anxious to see it nonetheless. Judy was sitting on the couch reading a magazine. I was surprised to see she was wearing a short black mini skirt and a white silk blouse and while I had thought she preferred more sensible shoes, a pair of black spikes set off her outfit. She looked very dominant and very powerful. But Wendy was the real reason to stare. She was kneeling beside the couch wearing nothing but her diapers and the locking belt. Her hands were held behind her back somehow, likely the handcuffs. The geriatric feeding gag had been strapped into her mouth and each nipple sported one of her hair clips. Her cheeks were crimson and beads of sweat had formed across her brow. She looked at me demurely over the flange of the gag but kept her eyes lowered. I felt my mouth hanging open. What could I say? What was there to say? Judy stepped in right on cue. "Hello, Jim," she said in a perfectly normal voice, "Wendy was less than cooperative, so I had to apply a little discipline. I hope you don't mind." I shook my head and she continued. "She really resisted being put back into diapers, so I paddled her bottom and put a slow-acting suppository in her. She's been quiet for the last fifteen minutes, but I'm sure she'll be a little more active soon." Judy turned her attention to the slave-like Wendy. "Oh, about the breasts. She likes to masturbate them. I suggest a leather bra." With that, Judy rose to her feet, strolled past me and got her coat from the hall closet. My trance broke when I realized that I couldn't let her leave with just that bit of an explanation. When I got to the door I discovered a large box full of various kinds of diapers, a diaper lock and some plastic pants. Judy followed my gaze. "Oh, that. Wendy agreed to let me borrow a few things. I think I've finally found the solution to Mike's drinking problem." "Uh, sure." I stammered. "Look, how do you,... I mean..." She reached out and stroked my arm, as if to soothe me, but I had a lot of reactions to that, not all of which I would care to confess to Wendy. "Relax. We've all had our secrets. Now it's time to be more frank with each other. Bring her over for dinner tomorrow night -- dressed but bundled up like that." When she saw the shock on my face she continued. "Don't worry, she and Mike will have a lot in common." Before I could say anything more she picked up her box and departed. Still stunned I went back to the living room to get a good look at Wendy. She whined into her gag and tugged at her tethered wrists when she saw me, but I was strangely turned on and in no mood to give her relief just yet. I walked around her, noticing that Judy had made Wendy wear her white spiked pumps and then tied her ankles together. The handcuffs were on duty and the keys were on top of the stereo cabinet. Wendy tensed for a second, and I was reminded of the suppository at work in her bowels. She had to struggle to keep her balance and my erection told me I liked what I saw. "I'll bet you want the potty." I said as if I was talking to a toddler. She nodded furiously. "Well, we'll have to see about that. I'm going to remove the gag on the condition that you tell me what happened." Again she nodded but with less enthusiasm. I released the gag and wiped her mouth. "Oh, please, let me up! It's going to happen soon, and I just can't bear the thought of it!" "Not on your life! Tell me what happened, and I'll think about it." She suddenly adopted a demure look. "Ok", she gasped as another spasm shook her, "but there isn't a lot of time." "I've got all the time I need" I said in my best jailer voice. "The boss kept me at the restaurant for most of the afternoon. We were drinking beer, and before I knew it I was ready to leak. I kept going to the ladies room but of course I couldn't change myself. I think he was suspicious about me because he didn't want to go back to the office and kept staring at me." "That's because you let a garter show." I commented. She blushed. "I admit it - I was flirting. But it seemed safe because I was all locked up. I knew that even if I got carried away, being in diapers would stop me from letting him get out of line." "So?" "So by the time I got back to the office I was sure I was about to leak. I dared not sit down, so I left early and walked home. I got your note about having to work tonight, and I was terrified. I stripped down to my bra and diapers and sat on a pile of newspapers to wait for you. About an hour after that Judy came by. Since I didn't know who was at the door I didn't answer. I had forgotten that Judy had a key from the time we went on vacation. She used it to get in, and I realized I was trapped in the living room. When she found me I burst into tears, and she was really good about it. She offered to call you and get the keys. I thought she would just let me out of the diapers." She gulped and coped with another spasm before continuing. "She was being really kind until she got the keys. Then she made me tell her the whole story. She already knew most of it from Tuesday night, but she made me tell it again. Then she asked me how I masturbated while in diapers and I told her about how sensitive my nipples got. I used to touch them when grandma had me in diapers and use them now if I get too hot. She made me show her hot. I did it, and she waited until I had at least three orgasms before she got on with changing me." Wendy's cheeks were flushing, and I knew that it was from arousal. "Anyway, then she made me describe exactly how you changed my diapers. The first time I didn't mention the stocks of the handcuffs, and she said I wasn't telling her all of it. By then my diapers felt so awful that I just collapsed and told her the truth. When she insisted on putting me into the stocks I knew she wasn't going to just let me out of the diapers." "She changed me alright but just like you do - with no chance of escape. She used three of the cloth diapers with an Attends as a liner. She even punctured the back of it to allow for drainage. Just before she pinned everything extra tight she put a suppository in my bottom. Then she put the plastic panties on me, locked the diaper belt and put the handcuffs on me. I had to wear my summer pumps. Then she took me to the living room, had me kneel, and then she tied my ankles together. The worst part was when she put the clips on my nipples." "Hmmm." I said as I walked away from her toward the bedroom. I knew she was aroused. I didn't think she really wanted escape at all. I found an old stocking and returned to the living room where I began to tie her knees together. To Be continued……
  3. Wendy’s Week in Diapers – Part 5 From: Bytemine Edited by: DaddyRich By the time she came to the den a few minutes later the starch had left her. She was back to begging for leniency. "But they'll know. They'll find out. I can't face them!" I was ready for that line and told her about the bladder infection. She thought about that for a while and left without saying a word. We met at the door. She was carrying her largest purse, and it was bulging. She would have to keep it closed, or her secrets would be on display. There was a funny look in her eye that made me wonder if she hadn't discovered the erotic aspects of the evening. In the car she confessed it. "I seem to be peeing all the time." she said quietly, without warning. "I know. I planned it that way." There was a pause, and she shifted on the seat as if uncomfortable. "Don't get me hot. It really hurts when I get hot." I smiled to myself. Maybe I could talk Mike into showing a blue movie or two. It didn't take long during dinner for Judy to tune into the strange electricity between Wendy and me. She kept looking at each of us and Wendy occasionally squirmed, adding more clues. Mike and I took our brandy to the living room while the girls cleaned up. I knew that Wendy would come under some intensive questioning in the kitchen and I cursed the fact that I couldn't hear them. Mike had had a few too many glasses of wine, so he wasn't aware of anything strange going on, at least until Wendy made her dash for the bathroom. We saw her, gasping, run through the living room, pausing only to pick up her enormous purse. Her cheeks were flaming red, and she didn't make eye contact with anyone. The bathroom door closed with a slam just as Judy came into the living room, wiping her hands on a dish towel. "What is her problem?" she said sincerely. "I don't know what you mean." I said coyly. Judy looked at me like I had just claimed to be Henry VIII. "Give me a break. The woman has been acting strange since she got here, not to mention the fact that she is wearing her highest heels and opera hose under a casual skirt. “What are you doing to her?" I wanted to tell Judy everything but there is a strong taboo about kinky sex, and I wasn't sure where Mike and Judy stood on the issue. I decided to play it safe. "Wendy has a unique form of bladder infection. Part of the treatment is that she has a catheter inserted, to relieve stress on her bladder, and therefore must wear a diaper to take care of the resulting incontinence." Mike's head snapped up. "You mean she is wearing a diaper?" I nodded. Judy looked thoughtful. "Oh, how horrible for her, but it explains a lot." Both Mike and Judy seemed to be content with that much of an explanation. By the time Wendy reappeared from the bathroom all eyes were on her, and somehow I think she knew that I had spilled the beans somewhat. "What are you all staring at?" she said with crimson cheeks. "Uh, nothing." Judy said. "Why don't you come and help me with dessert?" I had never heard a more thinly disguised invitation for "girl talk" and again I cursed the fact that I couldn't hear every word of it. Nonetheless, I strained to catch occasional phrases and words from the kitchen. The next hour was pretty boring. I knew that Wendy had taken at least three glasses of wine and obviously had forgotten the fact that every drop of it was destined for her diapers. We started a game of cards and I began to watch my wife very carefully. What sort of diaper was she wearing? One of the itchy Attends or one of the somewhat unreliable cloth diapers? There was no doubt that she was wet but how wet? From time to time Wendy would squirm on her chair. I knew what was troubling her and from the expression on Judy's face it was no longer a secret amongst the women. Finally, Wendy excused herself and Judy followed her without a word of comment. "What's going on?" Mike asked through his alcoholic fog. "I think the ladies are attending to feminine matters." I said as I wondered if Judy had learned the truth yet. The click of the bedroom door closing was all the answer I needed. On the way home Wendy was strangely silent. I had a hundred questions to ask, but I knew she would be more cooperative once confined in the unyielding embrace of the neck stocks. I took command as soon as we got through the door. Once she was safely immobilized, her sodden cloth diaper and plastic panties exposed, I began my interrogation. "You and Judy seemed to spend a lot of time together tonight." I said carefully. She was lying on the bed, her diapers exposed. I was laying out three cloth diapers to keep her dry during the night. She was anxious for a change. "Never you mind about that. Just let me get on with being comfortable and then let me get some sleep." "Come now," I teased, "surely you don't expect me to settle for that as an explanation of your trip to the bedroom together?" Wendy looked away. Dressed as she was, and helpless to do anything about it until I took out the catheter, it was her only possible gesture of avoidance. "She knows a lot." "The truth?" "Which one? The medical explanation or reality?" "I want to know if you told her the real reason why you are in diapers." She closed her eyes, a sure sign of a true confession. "I told her everything." "Everything?" She suddenly stared at me. "Everything! And you'll be pleased to know that she approved and even asked me a lot of questions about the whole diaper scene!" That sent my head spinning. I didn't say much as I bundled Wendy up for the night in three cloth diapers and a pair of snap-sided heavy rubber pants from the hospital. I released her from the stocks, and she waddled across the room. The rubber squeaked and crackled. I'm sure she threw me a dirty look as she got into bed. We snuggled up together. I could tell from the way she wanted to be cuddled that she really wasn't sore at me over the catheter. I ran my fingers past the crotch band of the rubber pants to find a dripping love tunnel. "I thought it's hurt to get horny?" I asked as she began to kiss my chest. "Not if you coat the catheter with some lubricating jelly." she said between love bites. "And how did you discover that?" I asked suspiciously. "Judy," she mumbled, "showed me. Had a catheter a few years ago. In for six months. Had to get some relief. Finally, found a way." By now we were both pretty steamed, so I unsnapped her rubber pants, unpinned one side of the diaper and slipped into her. It was wild, crazy and strange and we both loved it. After we caught our breath I pinned the now damp diapers back into place. "I want a change!" she pouted as she stuck her thumb in her mouth. "Too bad." I said in my best father-like tone, "you are being punished, remember?" Wednesday starts here. The next morning, Wednesday, Wendy wasn't so turned on. She begged, pleaded and promised me the world if I would just take the catheter out and let her go to work in normal clothes. But I wasn't having any of it. Watching my beautiful wife go through her morning routine wearing just a white silk blouse, her diapers and plastic panties, a garter belt, seamed stockings and high heels was something I'll never forget. The more she got flustered and the more she complained, the more determined I was not to let her out of her diapers sooner than promised. Finally, she gave up and began to pack a lot of Attends and some of the Pampers-like disposables I had brought home from the hospital. "Disposables?" I asked, "I thought they made noise and were uncomfortable." She was squatting down on the floor as she tried to stuff another adult disposable diaper into her briefcase. She didn't turn her head to reply. "And what am I supposed to do with wet cloth diapers in the ladies' room at work?" I didn't reply to that. I just saw her off with a peck on the cheek and went to the study to think about things. I decided I missed the retainer belt and the fact that it forced Wendy to come home on her lunch break. The catheter was handy, but it did have its drawbacks. I needed some good ideas. They weren't long in coming. First, when the health club called looking for a last-minute aerobics instructor I volunteered Wendy to teach at 5 p.m. that night. I knew that Wendy always kept a spare set of leotards in her closet at work, but she wouldn't be much interested in wearing something that tight-fitting tonight. So I wrote a note to my dear wife, packed up her loose-fitting tracksuit in a box put her office address on it and called a quick messenger service. Sooner or later the phone was going to ring. To be continue..........
  4. Wendy's Week in Diapers – Pt. 3 From Bytemine Edited by: DaddyRich It was a long morning. I could barely concentrate on my studies. The thought of Wendy in diaper bondage was just too enticing. Bondage! I suddenly realized that if she really wanted to she could fight me enough to stop me from re-diapering her. Then I remembered the handcuffs we had purchased during a brief fling with traditional bondage. I dug around in the dresser until I found them. By the time I heard Wendy's key in the lock the cuffs were securely fastened to the head of the bed but concealed by the blankets. She had been petulant that morning and I had expected her to be demanding release after several hours in diapers and plastic panties, but instead she was sweet, almost seductive. "Oh Daddy!" she called from the front hall. "Your baby's home and boy, does she need a change!" I came out of the den to find her wearing a big smile. Surprised by her mood I didn't say anything; I just took her hand and led her to the bedroom where I had already laid out fresh diapers and plastic pants. The cuffs weren't in view but were handy if I needed them. "First things first." I announced. "I have to make sure you've been a good girl all morning." She blushed and stared down at the floor. This new mood was intriguing me and I wanted to know what was behind it. I unzipped her dress and helped her step away from it, noticing in the process that my fishing line shoe locks were still in place. Maybe she was just horny. As soon as her slip was off I went looking for signs of tampering but was disappointed. The diaper lock belt was just as tight as I had fastened it and there was nothing to suggest she had tried to tamper with it. I slipped a finger under the waist band of her diaper just as a rushing sound announced that more pee was escaping into her diaper. "Please hurry," she whispered, "I'm very wet.. In more ways than one". Suspicious, I decided to hedge my bets. "We'll see to your comfort soon enough. First, I'd like to know how your morning went." She blushed and stammered. "I'm really uncomfortable, Jim. These diapers get hot and itchy very quickly and stay that way. I don't know how much they hold, so I've been scared silly every time I've had to pee in them. This is an awful punishment, really it is!" "Can't be that bad, if you're as horny as you say you are." This time she really blushed. "I can't explain that." I decided I had heard enough. I guided her onto the old sheet that would be her temporary changing pad. Pretending to embrace her I made sure I had a good grip on her wrists as I guided them over her head. She responded by kissing me, sending her tongue into my mouth. It was almost enough to distract me from my mission. Just as I returned the passion my hands brushed against the hidden handcuffs. When I thought she was distracted enough I broke away suddenly and snapped the steel circlets around her wrists. She instinctively pulled against her tethered wrists and as soon as she realized how helpless she was, the sweet, horny mood vanished. "You bastard!" she hissed as she tried to kick me. "Careful!" I cautioned as I rolled out of range. If you want to be comfortable soon you had best be nice to me. Otherwise, you can spend the afternoon right where you are." She seemed to deflate pretty quick. I guess her diapers really were uncomfortable. "Sorry," she pouted, "would you please change my diaper?" I was more than happy to oblige. It took a lot of work. I didn't dare release her wrists, so I had to remove her garter belt, have her turn over, so I could unlock the retention belt, remove the belt, peel down her plastic panties and then cut the tapes on the Attends. I slid the fresh diaper and pads under her and started to powder her. This time there was no mistaking her arousal and one look at her face was all the invitation I needed. When I entered her she seemed to explode with orgasms and I knew that despite her protests the diaper therapy was appealing to some part of her. When we had caught our breath I finished the diapering job and worked the plastic panties back up her legs. Part of me was tempted to release her, so she could help, but I also worried that she wouldn't be so cooperative now that she wasn't horny anymore. Finally, I heard the welcome click of the diaper lock. I unlocked her handcuffs and she massaged the deep grooves in her wrists. "If you're going to give me orgasms like that I had better be in something that doesn't mark my skin like this." I had to agree. I watched her put on her stockings and garter belt and teeter around the bedroom in her heels while she looked for a long-sleeved blouse that would cover her wrists. The effect of the diaper lock and her garter belt was a strong suggestion of bondage that stirred my cock. She spied my erection. "Like what you see?" she asked teasingly. "Like what you're wearing?" I countered. She blushed and cleared her throat. "It's ok now and will be for about an hour. After that the diapers get hot and itchy. Of course, if I have to wet them sooner than that the punishment begins then." I saw her to the door. She was mellow again. I suppose she was remembering what it felt like to be leaving for a date while bound up in fresh diapers. As I bent down to kiss her I ran my hand over her plastic covered bottom. She tensed but didn't object. "See you later..... Daddy." I didn't get much studying done that afternoon. I was obsessed with what had happened at noon. Oddly enough neither of us noticed that we had forgotten to have lunch. Diaper bondage was going to be good for the waist line. There were problems. First, the Attends weren't up to the task. They made Wendy uncomfortable in all the wrong ways and were too different from the cloth diapers her grandmother had made her wear. Second, I wanted to keep her restrained during changes, but the handcuffs left marks. Third, I needed more capacity than the Attends could offer. Diaper changes every three hours just don't fit an adult schedule. Finally, I realized that if I really wanted to keep Wendy in diapers continuously I was going to have to find a solution to her social schedule, such as her aerobics class. Looking for ideas and supplies I went to the ward on the excuse of picking up some books from my office. I didn't know any of the nurses on the shift well enough to ask questions about diapers or restraint appliances, so I nosed around as much as I could. I thought it had been a wasted trip until I was on my way back to my car. I had to pass the loading dock on the way and was just in time to see one of the janitorial staff throw a bundle of cloth into a box clearly marked "Waste". I hailed him and asked him what was being pitched. He told me the hospital was clearing out the old store rooms and there was a lot of junk heading for the trash bin. "Even straitjackets and weird stuff like that." It was all I could do to hide my excitement. I thanked him and slowly walked toward my car. I checked my watch and noticed that in half an hour the janitorial crews would take their afternoon break. Sure enough, the buzzer sounded, and the guys disappeared toward the cafeteria. I moved in. I won't give you a blow-by-blow of what I found. Let me put it this way, Wendy won't be short of cloth diapers for a while and I found a lot of interesting toys to help make our bondage games more interesting. By the time Wendy came home from work I was again ready for her. This time there were three extra thick adult cloth diapers waiting for her on the bed, a pair of heavy rubber pants that had locking waist and thigh bands and a special bar that had leather cuffs for the wrists and neck. This time she was anxious. "Please change me!" she pleaded, "I'm sure I'm about to leak!" She brushed past me and went to the bedroom but stopped cold when she saw the new toy. "What's that?" she asked suspiciously. "Allow me to demonstrate." I intoned and brought the bar into position across her shoulders. First I bucked the leather strap around her neck and then fastened her wrists to the cuffs at the ends of the bar. When I was finished she stood there helpless, her hands held at the level of her neck. She was available from the neck down. Wendy struggled a bit, testing the restraint and then looked at me with a gleam in her eyes. "This solves a lot of problems" she said slowly. "So do your new diapers" I said as I pointed to the bed. "Oh my! They're exactly like the ones grandma had!" she said as she blushed. Her chest heaved with arousal. The diaper changing went much easier this time, even though I had forgotten to tell Wendy to take her skirt off before I put her in the neck stocks. Her diapers had begun to leak alright. A replacement for the Attends had been found. When I laid her down on top of the cloth diapers she was almost twitching with arousal. "Please take me like this," she breathed hoarsely, "I love being so helpless!" I'm always glad to oblige a lady. To be continued
  5. I am now accepting commissions for custom erotica stories featuring diaper use/ play. I will not write about littles, non-consent, underage, extreme violence, or vore. Anything else if fair game. I charge $10 U.S. for first commission with a story length of about 4 to 6 pages. You only pay if you are satisfied with the product. You can reach me at my email [email protected]. I try my best to craft a narrative that will satisfy your fantasies, and hold true to the idea that you should only pay for something you enjoy. Below, a sample of my writing is attached (it has some diaper play involved, but mostly panty wetting/ messing so be warned if that's not your deal). Thank you for your consideration, and I hope you enjoy the story attached. erotica.docx
  6. I am now accepting erotica commissions. I usually charge $10 U.S. for the first story, and prices from there are negotiated if you decide to move forward and commission more pieces. I will cover most fetishes with the exception of underage, non-consent, littles, extreme violence, or vore. You must be able to prove that you are at least 18 years old in order to commission me. My work tends to be around four to five pages single spaced if the length is not specified. If you are interested, you can contact me at: [email protected] Thank you for your time.
  7. I'm sure that discussions like this have come up before, but I wanted to hear from you guys for myself! I'm thinking of delving in to writing some omorashi-based erotica. I love writing, and I LOVE reading omorashi/desperation/wetting stories. I'm wondering what types of stories you guys like best, and what do you really like to see in omorashi stories; what really gets you off? Do you like school girl/boy desperation where the teacher won't let them use the bathroom? Do you like bondage while desperate to pee? Do you like punishments (like spanking) being given if someone wets their pants? Do you like car desperation and wetting? I'd love to hear from anyone what they really love to read! Then maybe if I get some stories written, I can post some :)
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