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  1. Wendy’s Week In Diapers – Part 11 – The End "Jim! What are you doing? Let me up! Oh please let me up!" "Don't complain. You are turned on and you know it. As soon as your knees are tied you can lie on your side. I'll sit back and watch the show." That's exactly what I did. Wendy took to complaining a little too much so I put the gag back in her mouth. It took about fifteen more minutes for the suppository to work but the time was golden. She squirmed and struggled and made quite a show. Watching her mess herself was educating, especially after she had a spontaneous orgasm. I took her to the bathroom, cleaned her up and locked her into three night diapers before getting dinner ready. I decided not to tell her about Judy's invitation. Just before we went to sleep she slid down the bed and took me with her mouth. The next morning she was a changed woman. She didn't protest as we went through our little diaper ritual and didn't protest when I made her wear diapers so thick that the risk of detection was very high. By the time she left for work the plastic panties crackled loudly, her padded bottom strained her skirt and her cheeks were already flush with arousal from the sensations of being in diaper bondage and the new risk of discovery. She came home at noon and didn't say a word as I changed her. She was so aroused that I took her while she was still bound in the neck stocks. She smiled up at me after her orgasms subsided and admitted she liked being dominated. "It seems you have company," I said as I cinched her diaper lock tighter than necessary, "Judy wants us to come over tonight and you are to arrive in locked diapers." I felt her go rigid. "Don't worry, I suspect Mike will be in similar circumstances." Thoughts of what Judy might be planning plagued me all afternoon. I wanted to call her but I was intimidated and didn't really know what to say. Finally she called me and said only that Wendy should be dressed as if for the office and that initially, both Wendy and Mike would keep their secrets. I wanted to ask what Mike's secret was but obviously I was meant to find out in good time. When Wendy got home I took her to the bedroom and changed her into three of the Attends and then made her wear a particularly crackly pair of plastic panties before I snugged the retention belt into place. She had been less talkative than usual and although neither of us mentioned it I'm sure the coming time with Judy was on her mind. I watched her slim legs and the erotic hosiery that encased them while she packed a diaper bag for the evening. There was a flush in her cheeks but I also noticed that her hands were shaking as she prepared for the trip. I thought of asking her if she wanted me to cancel the evening but decided against it. If Wendy was motivated enough to pack a diaper bag without prompting she obviously wasn't that afraid of whatever Judy could dish out. Nothing much was said between us on the short drive over to Judy and Mike's. Wendy sat with her knees apart, not caring that one of her garters showed a little. She seemed deep in thought. Judy met us at the door wearing a black silk blouse, leather mini skirt, seamed hosiery and the tallest pair of black spike pumps I had ever seen. She greeted me warmly but treated Wendy like an errant child, not addressing her words to her at all and giving her only very stern looks. "Mike is in the living room," she told me sweetly, "drinks are ready and waiting." Then she turned to Wendy and pointed to the bedroom. Although dying with curiosity to know what Judy was going to do to my wife I had no choice but to find my way to the living room where I found Mike in the curious position of kneeling on the floor with his hands in his pockets. He didn't get up when I entered and seemed to be blushing furiously. His greeting was muted and he seemed to have difficulty making eye contact. I took one of the drinks from a tray on the side table and offered him one but he just shook his head. I suddenly remembered Judy's comment about Mike's drinking and the circumstances under which she had made it. She had disappeared with a large box of diaper supplies and I stole a long hard look at Mike's crotch. Sure enough, it looked too thick and bulgy to be natural. Since Mike didn't seem to be in much of a mood for conversation I sat back, sipped my drink and tried to figure out why he didn't get up or show me his hands. Although it seemed a long time my watch told me that Judy and Wendy were gone only a few minutes. When they strolled into the room Judy seemed relaxed and ready for fun while Wendy wore a strained look on her face. Judy sat down, gave Wendy a drink and started some small talk. I noticed that my wife chose to kneel on the floor, in much the same posture as I had found her Thursday night. Her skirt only just covered her garters but she didn't seem to mind the risk of being immodest. By the expression on her face I could tell something was not right - but it wasn't terribly wrong either. Since Judy had set up this meeting I decided to let her lead it. The more I looked at Judy the more aroused I got. This was very uncomfortable for me with Wendy looking on. But Judy was showing every trait that Wendy didn't have - authoritativeness, confidence and aggressive sexuality. Finally she turned to the reason for our get-together. "Jim, we have something in common: errant partners. Wendy spends too much and Mike drinks too much. I don't know where you came up with your idea for treating Wendy but I've certainly found it effective for treating Mike." "Oh, really?" was all I could manage to say. She turned to her husband. "Show us your hands, dear." His face crimson, Mike pulled his hands out of his pockets. They were each tightly bandaged, rendering the fingers useless. He couldn't grasp anything even if he wanted to. Judy continued. "Since Mike needs his hands to pour himself a drink I decided to deprive him of their use. Of course, this meant some other things would also be unavailable to him, such as being able to lower his fly or handle himself in the bath room." She got up from her seat on the couch, not caring that she flashed me with her stocking tops and garters as she did so, and went over to her husband. "Get up, you wimp!" Mike struggled to his feet, face crimson and eyes downcast. Judy began to open his belt buckle as she spoke. "Jim, I think our partners are over-dressed for tonight's festivities. Why don't you relieve Wendy of some of her outer clothing. Just make sure you don't take off anything you didn't put on." Her last comment was obviously a tease so I didn't bother to respond as I approached Wendy. She had the same apprehensive look on her face that I had last seen on Thursday night. I knew Judy was baiting me but I also knew I would know what her game was within seconds. Wendy gulped and looked away as I began to unbutton her blouse. It didn't take me long to discover what Judy had done to Wendy. As soon as I had her blouse open I saw the black leather bra that had built-in nipple clips that now compressed Wendy's delightful tender nipples in saw-tooth steel. She blushed when she saw me staring at them but I reassured her and quickly removed the blouse and her skirt. Wendy didn't like being so exposed but she had little choice in the matter. If she protested I was pretty sure Judy could produce a pair of hand cuffs quickly. After Wendy was reduced to bra, diapers, plastic pants, garter belt and stockings I turned to see what was happening with Mike. He was in diapers all right, and there was a retention belt snugly on duty. His face, like Wendy's was crimson, though from embarrassment or from the nipple clamps that had been attached to his chest I could not tell. I watched with fascination while Judy guided his feet into a pair of spike pumps that fit him perfectly. Now teetering and totally humiliated he looked like he wanted to die. Instead, he and Wendy were ordered to serve dinner. It was a long slow meal with only Judy and me doing the talking. I kept a sharp eye on my wife but with her nipples so gainfully occupied I had no ability to determine if she was aroused or not. I trusted Wendy's judgement about letting me know if things had gone too far. The worst-off member of the party was Mike. Humiliated and in constant discomfort he assisted Wendy with the serving as best he could but generally looked like he'd rather be anywhere but where he was. When it came time for dessert Judy suggested that we retire to the living room. Once seated, she hoisted her skirt and invited her husband to service her. While I looked on in shocked amazement he complied. Meanwhile, Wendy was taking position in front of me to provide the same courtesy. It was a chance to ask her how she felt. "Are you OK?" I asked as her mouth bobbed up and down on my rampant penis. She paused just long enough to shake her head. "Do the nipple clamps hurt?" I asked and was rewarded with an enthusiastic bobbing - yes. "Do you want me to release them?" Surprisingly, she shook her head. The last question was more of a tease. "Are you horny?" She bobbed her head in affirmative answer so vigorously that I feared for the health of my member. Judy and I came together in a chorus of moans and gasps. But just one look at our spouses told me they were still in need of release. When I pointed this out to our hostess she invited me into her bedroom to discuss it. I'm sure Wendy thought Judy was about to seduce me but in fact she had something very different in mind. After listening to her plan I agreed eagerly and we set about putting it into action. Despite a lot of struggling, moaning and almost silent complaining it only took a few minutes and a lot of straps from Judy's S/M chest to accomplish Judy's diabolical scheme. We left our mates lying on a rubber sheet on a double bed, each bound hand and foot and wearing a collar that was locked to each other's waist straps, forcing their mouths up against each other's genitals. In this 69 position they had little choice but to satisfy each other, no matter how much they stank of urine. Judy and I retired to the living room where we managed to flirt with each other to an alarming degree while we discussed plans for mutual babysitting. She was very amused by my description of the chastity belt I had purchased for Wendy and even insisted that I get it from the car so she could personally lock it on my wife before re-diapering her for the trip home. I told her about the male version I had seen in the shop's catalogue and by her reaction had little doubt where she would be going the next morning. Judy insisted on taking care of "the children" personally so I sipped a fresh brandy while she busied herself in the bedroom. When Wendy appeared she looked the same as when we had arrived, including the strained expression and desperate need to be anywhere else. I lifted her skirt to confirm she was back in diapers and there was a retention belt on duty. After Judy passed me the key to the chastity belt I guessed it too was adding to my bride's private torment. When I last saw Mike he was teetering toward the kitchen wearing high heels and a diaper secured by a retention belt. He didn't acknowledge my "good night" and I don't blame him. Judy had a certain look in her eye that suggested he was facing a long and potentially uncomfortable night. Since Wendy didn't say much on the way home and since her diaper was fresh I didn't do or say anything in reference to the evening as we got into bed, aside from removing the leather bra which had to be returned to Judy. So, I was surprised when she suddenly crawled beneath the covers to service me with her mouth. After I had visited Pluto she cuddled up to me and whispered in my ear. "Tomorrow night and its over - the diapers I mean." "Yes. You'll be out of diapers by this time tomorrow." "And the chastity belt?" "You've been good. You'll have that off too but we'll see about Monday morning". It was enough for her and we slept. In the morning I changed her and removed the chastity belt before locking her into three cloth diapers and then insisting she wear nothing to cover her plastic panties all day. A flush spread across her cheeks as she eagerly agreed. Just before dinner I took her to the bedroom and removed her diapers. She jumped into the shower with girlish glee and met up with me in the living room half an hour later, perfumed, wearing make-up, heels and a satin dressing gown. We seduced each other over a gourmet meal and then spent the night behaving like sex-starved teenagers. Sunday was the first normal day she had experienced in a week. She wore only a bra and bikini panties around the apartment, at least during the few hours when we weren't in bed exhausting ourselves. I didn't ask her about the week or the strange things that had gone down at Judy's. On Monday morning I missed our little diaper ritual and spent most of the breakfast hour reading the paper. Wendy was the first to leave for work because she had the longest commute. I met her at the door, sensing her perfume and the sharp image of her trim business suit. "It's not the same," I complained after kissing her passionately. "You prefer me in diapers?" she asked teasingly. "I prefer you secured." I said without thinking. It was then that she pressed a pair of keys into my palm as she kissed me. I quickly thrust my hand between her legs to confirm that the chastity belt was on duty. "You're sure?" I asked sincerely. "I'm sure." she said before she kissed me again. I studied her walk as she made her way down the hall to the elevator. Was it changed by the metal cage between her thighs? I couldn't tell. After the door closed I wondered if she had been planning to copy the keys and not tell me. Then I realized she didn't have to voluntarily lock herself into the belt to do that. I was horny enough to count the minutes until she returned as I dialed the number for my favorite florist. I needed seven long stemmed roses - with the thorns - one for each day she had been confined to diapers. The End
  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 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……
  4. 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…….
  5. Wendy’s Week in Diapers – Part 7 From Bytemine Two things happened just as I turned on the ghetto blaster. First, I spotted the kid who had seen me, putting on the diaper. Second, the catheter delivered a big rush of pee and I had to hold still for a second to let the diaper do its job. That got me even more attention. I started the warm up and discovered that my plastic panties were making a lot of noise, not to mention the fact that they trapped my body heat, because of the plastic shell of the Attends. I also realized that jumping around made me leak pee like a stuck pig. Every time I moved I could feel more water arriving. I didn't know how much pee I had in me, but I knew I was about to find out. Time seemed to grind to a halt. I was getting wetter by the second and my diaper now felt like a hot itchy oven. But I couldn't scratch myself there or try and adjust it. Twenty people had their eyes on me. I prayed the diaper and plastic panties wouldn't leak. It was real torture not knowing if there were any wet spots to betray me. I also noticed that the kid who had seen me in the stall was working her way toward the front of the class. She had the devil in her eye, that one, and I was getting scared of her. Fortunately the tape jammed with five minutes left to go. I was so relieved that I forgot myself and turned my back to the class as I squatted down to hit the "stop" button. Somehow I knew I was exposed, even before the damn kid screamed it out, "Those are plastic pants! See Mommy! She is wearing a diaper!" I felt my face get hot. I was trapped. If I turned to hide my secret I would have to face them. The seconds ticked by; they felt like minutes. Finally, I stood up slowly and turned around. They were all standing there, stock still, with their mouths open and their eyes bulging. I couldn't meet their eyes. Without thinking about it, I reached around to feel in the small of my back. Sure enough I could feel the waist of the plastic panties and even the top of the Attends. Summoning every ounce of my strength I walked out of the room as calmly as I could. There was another surprise waiting for me in the locker room. The maintenance staff had roped off all the cubicles except one with "wet paint" signs. That one cubicle faced the rest of the room square-on. There was no place to hide. I grabbed my gear out of the locker and found a corner, hoping no one would bother me. As I slumped down on the bench I happened to look down at my crotch just in time to see a big dark wet spot appear there, testimony to the fact that the Attends had given up hope, so much for wearing my tracksuit home. Just then the rest of the women started arriving. I closed my eyes, not wanting to meet their questioning expressions. Finally, I sensed there was someone standing in front of me. It was Judy. I was never so glad to see someone in my life! She had just arrived for a squash game. I didn't have to explain my problem. She just took over. She ordered me to take off my track pants as she started fishing around in my gym bag. I sort of hid behind her as my plastic pants came into view. I've never felt so exposed in all my life. I looked around the room to see if anyone was looking at me. They were but only out of the corners of their eyes. Judy told me to take off the rest of my tracksuit. She draped the top over my waist and went to the wash basins to get a face cloth which she used to mop up most of the sweat. Finally, she told me to slip the diaper and plastic panties down, so she could see to that area too. I didn't want her touching me there, but it seemed as if she had taken control of me. I just did what she said. I was so scared that someone would make a spectacle of me that it never occurred to me that Judy had taken charge. So I got rid of the diaper and panties as silently as I could, but there was still a strong pee smell that made me wince. Before I knew what was happening Judy was spreading my legs and tending to me like I was a baby. I just closed my eyes and tried to forget that almost 30 strangers were watching this happen. Suddenly I realized how good the wet face cloth felt between my legs. Judy was exploring every crack and crevice, moving the exposed part of the catheter tube as she needed to. Fortunately I had put some Vaseline on the tube during my last change at the office and so it didn't hurt at all when I started to get aroused. Soon I was floating with pleasure. I moaned something to Judy about not wearing a diaper home, and she said the words that sent me into orbit. "You've no choice in the matter. You'll wear what I put on you -- and for your own good!" I don't know why she said that. I had never told her about my grandmother, but it was as if she had read my script somewhere. Just as she said it I saw her pick up a fresh diaper and a can of baby powder from my bag and I caught the scent of it. I came so hard I saw stars all the time it took her to powder me all over and tape on a fresh diaper. If the diaper I had put on just before the class felt good this one was really a slice of heaven. I just relaxed and let Judy do her thing. She must have been a nurse or something because she sure knew how to make me comfy. I guess I really didn't sober up until I was standing up, and she was holding out a dry pair of plastic panties. I had used them earlier in the day, but they were dry now. Still, I could smell stale pee in them, and it snapped my dream. I stepped into the pants, and she brought them up to my waist. She handed me my garter belt and stockings, told me I was on my own for the rest of it because she was late for her game and then kissed me on the cheek. I really woke up when she walked away, leaving me standing there in a diaper and plastic pants, holding my lingerie in my hands. A couple of the women left from my class tried hard not to stare but that bratty kid just feasted her eyes and kept pulling at her mother's sleeve until she got a swat on her bum for it. By now there were more people coming in. Since they didn't get to see Judy being nice to me, they reacted with a lot of surprise. I started putting on my stockings. When I had the garter belt on and my seams straight I went looking for my skirt. I was sure it was in my bag, but I couldn't find it. I had no choice but to go and look in the locker I had used. The only problem was, I was going to have to cross the locker room to do it. I thought of putting my tracksuit back on, but it was pretty dirty and wet. So I took a deep breath and tried not to think of what I must have looked like as I made my way across to the locker. I could feel people's eyes burning into me every step of the way. I also started to feel horny again as I imagined what questions were flashing through their minds. It's a pretty rare sight to see a mature woman wearing a diaper, plastic panties, a garter belt and seamed stockings and not seeming to care that anyone saw her. Thankfully the skirt was in the locker and I put it on before heading back to my stuff. I felt a lot better, even though everyone had already seen everything there was to see. I finished getting dressed and stepped into my pumps. The height of the heels attracted a few more silent stares. I guess it didn't fit with the “I'm medically-disabled excuse.” When I was finally ready to come home I realized how exhausted I was. I was also pretty horny. The back of my mind had come face to face with the fact that I could not go without a diaper for more than five minutes and that my secret had been discovered. As I hailed a cab a new flood hit the diaper and I seem to have peed myself all the way home. Now, you've heard the story. I hope I did my part and gave you a real thrill. Will you please let me loose and take me to the potty?" To be continued…..
  6. Wendy’s Week in Diapers – Part 6 From: Bytemine Edited by: DaddyRich Actually it took about 90 minutes. She was furious. "You know I can't teach in this condition!" she hissed, trying not to let the whole office know that something was wrong. "So cancel it!" "You know I can't. It's already 4:35!" "Just do your best, Wendy. But do take notes. I want to hear all about it." She hung up on me. She got in the door at seven. She wasn't mad anymore, she was back to begging to be let off. Her face was red and puffy, and I wondered if she had been crying. She headed straight for the bedroom. As she walked down the hall I could see small streaks in her stockings caused by dribbles from her diapers. By the time I got there she had stripped down to her diapers and a bra. "I want you to take this damned tube out of me," she pouted. "This isn't fun anymore. I've been wetting myself like a toddler for hours." I didn't say anything. I just took out the stocks and got them ready for her. She took one look at them and started to turn red. "You don't have to use those," she said while slowly shaking her head from side to side, "I'll be good." "It's a case of first things first." I said softly but firmly. She turned an even deeper shade of red and I thought for a moment that she was about to offer some serious protests, but then she just sighed and stepped into place, holding still while I fastened the neck and wristbands. I left her standing there while I laid out the diapers she would wear until morning. Feeling a little vengeful, I laid out four of the cloth diapers and then added a fifth, folded lengthwise, as a soaker down the middle. Then I had her lie down on this pile of pads while I went to work on the catheter. I had it out in a jiffy. A few seconds more and she was all bundled up for the night, flexing her legs, testing the thickness of her rubber-covered crotch. "It's too thick," she said in wonderment, flexing her legs a little more. I knew that voice alright. It was her horny voice. Time for my treat. She looked at her hands still locked in the cuffs of the stocks and then back at me. She was expecting me to release her. "Oh," she said, "silly me. I forgot about the diaper lock." She wasn't the only one! I had been so intent on getting the details about the health club that I had forgotten the retainer belt. Close call! I tried to conceal my surprise as I helped her to stand. I had it tight and snug in a minute and this time she looked a lot less enthralled with her diapers. "Now you can let me go!" she said playfully. "Nope. Not until I hear what happened at the health club, in glorious detail." The expression on her face collapsed. She stood in the center of the room, dressed only in bulging diapers, squeaky rubber panties and the absurd diaper lock belt, her hands held at the level of her shoulders by the wooden stocks. She pulled at her tethered hands and did a little dance of frustration. "Please. No. Don't make me! Just let me go!" I just smiled and shook my head. "You can tell me, or we can find something to encourage you with." "Like what?" she pouted, but a little suspicious too. "Like a suppository." Her eyes opened wide as she digested what I meant. She looked down at her bound loins and then toward her equally useless hands. We both knew she was helpless to stop me and I knew from things she had said earlier that Wendy had once accidentally soiled a diaper her grandma had made her wear, and it hadn't been a fond memory. "You wouldn't." she said without conviction. "I would." Wendy took a trial step or two. We both listened to her heavy rubber panties swish and rustle. She looked at the door. The stocks were too wide to let her pass through it. She slumped down onto the bed, sitting, with a big sigh. "I knew you weren't going to let me off. Okay. You win. Take the stocks off, and I'll tell you all about it." "First the story. Then the stocks come off, because if I don't like the story, you are going to have messy diapers by morning." "Just let me lie down." "Why?" "It's more comfortable, okay?" I helped her lie down, her head on the pillows. This is what she had to say: Wendy's (POV) I guess you've figured it out by now that I run hot and cold on this diapers thing. Sometimes it’s delicious, a private little bondage session that I take with me wherever I go. Other times it is sheer hell, like when I notice people staring at my seamed stockings and reacting to the rustling sounds from my diapers. I'm always worried that I'm blushing too much. I mean, how are you supposed to wet yourself while standing in an elevator full of people and not show it? Anyway, it's 4:15, and I'm beginning to curse your idea about tying my shoes in place, because my feet are killing me, when this courier turns up in my office. Problem is he just walked through the door without knocking. He caught me squatting down, having a pee. I was in front of my desk and facing the door, so he got a real eye full of my diapered crotch - or at least I'm pretty sure he did because he blushed pretty hard. Maybe he was staring at my garters. Anyway, we both got pretty red. I signed for the parcel and made sure the door got locked as I saw him out. I was pretty shaken. It could have been someone from the office. Like I said, I've been attracting a lot of attention lately. Anyway, as soon as I got the parcel open I saw your note. I got mad. So mad that I flooded my diaper. I was about to go to the washroom to change when I noticed the time. It was too late for anything but leaving for the club. I grabbed my purse and stuffed the tracksuit into my gym bag. I'm sure I was making sloshing sounds as I headed for the elevator. Just as I got out onto the street I began to leak. Just a little trickle running down the inside of my thigh. My stocking top took care of it, but I knew that if I peed much more I would be a sight. I guess it was then that I began to think about what was going to happen at the club, I mean, how I was going to handle things. I was pretty sure the changing room had toilet stalls, so I relaxed a little. Once I got to the club I ran to the locker room. I could feel more pee arriving in my diaper and I knew I was about to leak badly. You picked a great day to do this to me. Did you know that they were painting the toilet stalls and had taken all the doors off? That really floored me. I was so sure that I would be able to find a private place to change that for a minute I just stood there, peeing myself and wondering how to get out of this mess. Finally, I had no choice. It was change or leak. So I took the last stall and hoped no one would happen by. I got everything ready before I exposed anything embarrassing. A fresh diaper, new plastic panties, my tracksuit, the works. I took off my blouse and bra first. Then I cut the fishing line around my shoes and slipped them off. My stockings went next. Finally, I was down to my skirt and everything underneath it. I was about to slip my plastic panties off when I realized a pool of liquid had formed in the crotch. Since I couldn't let it splash on the floor I had to move all my stuff around, so I could sit on the toilet and hold the elastic open, so it could drain. I took off the plastic pants while still sitting down and only a few drops escaped. I got rid of the diaper pretty quick after that. I put it between the toilet and the wall, hoping no one would see it. I got rid of my skirt, took off my garter belt and then grabbed a fresh diaper. Have you ever tried to put one of those things on when you're standing? Just as I got it taped, I looked up to see a 12-year-old girl staring at me from just outside the cubicle. Her mouth was hanging open. "Is that a diaper?" she asked loud enough to wake the dead. I told her to get lost. As soon as she disappeared I regretted being rude. Now she was sure to tell her mother. But, let me tell you, I've never had a diaper that felt so good. It was warm and dry and comfortable -- there's nothing like it. Unless you have to go and stand in front of 20 people while you wear it! I got my plastic pants on and put a pair of loose jogging shorts (that I had in my locker) over them to keep the noise down. Then I put the tracksuit on, put away my stuff. Put my wet diaper in the trash and tried to get my nerve up. Everyone stared at me as soon as I walked into the room. My head told me it was because they've never seen me in a tracksuit. My fear told me it was because they all knew I was wearing a diaper. To be continued…….
  7. Wendy’s Week in Diapers – Part 4 By: Bytemine Edited by: DaddyRich The cloth diapers were a lot more bulky than the disposables, so it was just as well that I had rubber pants that were cut to cover them. Since the hospital had thoughtfully attached the keys for the locking waist and thigh bands I decided to use them instead of the retainer belt. Wendy was grateful. I made her wear her diapers, garter belt, stockings, heels and only a satin teddy for the rest of the night. She made quite a sight, peeling potatoes in that outfit. Every time she caught me looking at her, we both blushed. I made sure Wendy had lots of fluids, so she wouldn't have a choice about using her diapers. She didn't even grumble. From time to time Wendy would stop in mid-sentence or pause in whatever task she was performing. I knew she was wetting herself, and she knew that I knew. By the time we went to bed it was obvious that Wendy needed a change. The diaper hung from their pinning’s at her waist and she sloshed as she waddled around. She didn't resist when I put the stocks across her shoulders and she waited until she was securely fastened before she asked an inevitable question, "What do I do about a BM?" I marched her into the bathroom, stocks and all, and seated her on the toilet. She was flushed with embarrassment as she filled her diapers. I I left her alone for a while. Finally, she called for assistance and I saw to her needs. I allowed her to remove her garter belt, stockings and shoes. I removed her stocks and unlocked her rubber pants. I peeled the messy cloth diapers off of her. I had her step into the shower and cleaned her up with the handheld shower attachment. It was strangely intimate. A few minutes later she was dried off and safely bundled up in three more diapers and the rubber pants had been locked in place. She snuggled up to me eagerly. We didn't talk about the enforced diaper wearing, but I wasn't hearing any complaints either. The next day was Tuesday and the morning routine was the same as the day before but without the protests and pouting. Wendy left for her office wearing a single cloth diaper with some disposable doublers in the crotch. The retention belt was snugly on duty, and she wore black seamed stockings with reinforced heels. She hadn't been very happy about letting me tie her shoes on with fishing line but, as she later confessed, "since you control when I get fresh diapers, I guess I had better not complain too much". When she came home for her noon-hour change she reported that the cloth diapers were much more comfortable, and it was easier for her to predict their capacity. She seemed too much at ease with the idea of being in diapers, so I decided to drop my bombshell while she was still locked in the stocks. "Mike and Judy have asked us over tonight for dinner and cards." "Ok." she said without thinking and then looked at her waist as I began to fit the retainer belt. "Oh." she said suddenly, "You're going to make me wear diapers, aren't you?" I nodded. "I said you would be in diapers for a week and I meant every word." Just then I cinched the crotch strap unusually tight, eliciting a grunt from Wendy, so I don't know if she responded to my last idea or not. Wendy was looking very uneasy about the idea of visiting our friends while in diapers. "What's the difference? You go to work in diapers." "It's different," she pouted while she adjusted her stockings, "I have a private office. I can put a plastic bag on my chair to catch any leaks. I can close my door when I squat to pee. My office dresses have full skirts." "Whoa! Squat to pee?" I didn't understand what she meant. Had she found an escape route? She blushed deeply. "It's a trick I learned from when grandma made me wear diapers. If you squat down, as if you were peeing outside, your water will run into the seat of the diaper and be absorbed there. If you just stand still then the center of the crotch tries to handle it all and pretty soon you'll be leaking like a sieve even though most of the diaper is still perfectly dry. Since grandma wouldn't change me unless the back of the diaper was wet I had to find some way of making it wet. That's how I learned." "Fascinating. But it doesn't change my decision. You are coming with me, and you will be wearing diapers." She looked downcast, and I almost felt sorry for her. But then I remembered my resolve. "And do pick up some more seamed stockings on your way home from work." Wendy hadn't convinced me to cancel my plans for the evening, but she had started me thinking about a few more problems and some interesting solutions. I decided the ultimate humiliation for Wendy was to lose all control of her water. Being a medical student I didn't have to look very far to solve that problem. It meant another trip to the hospital, but I had a growing list of supplies to pick up. I especially wanted to visit the supply cupboards in Geriatrics. By the time I got home and had my treasure safely stowed our bedroom was beginning to look like a hospital treatment room. My visit to the Geriatrics department had yielded not only a better disposable diaper - one that looked like a Pampers and had the same paper lining -but a couple of catheters and a very efficient blindfold. When Wendy got home she was sullen and uncooperative. She didn't want me to put the stocks on her and I had to threaten to take her along in wet diapers to make her see things my way. Once she was secured I put the blindfold on her. She tensed up and started to complain, so I strapped a feeding gag into her mouth. Since I couldn't risk having her react suddenly to my latest bit of therapy I had to secure her feet. Two discarded stockings did the trick nicely. By the time I had finished she was immobilized, very suspicious and quite anxious. The nice thing about a catheter is that it is designed to be tamperproof. Once it is in place the wearer needs a syringe to deflate the balloon in the bladder that will allow extraction. My plan was simple: by putting a catheter in Wendy she would lose all control of her urine and be forced to change herself while at our friends' house. If they got suspicious I planned to hint at a severe bladder infection. Of course Wendy would have to carry quite a few spare diapers and devise some manner of disposing of the used ones. When I had everything ready I told Wendy to relax. There was nothing she could do to stop me from doing what I wanted and being tense would only make things worse for her. I don't think my speech did much good, but it made me feel better. Then I leaned on her pelvis, trying to keep it still, while I fitted the lubricated end of the catheter to her urethra. At the first touch at so sensitive a place she squirmed, bucked and squealed into the special gag but otherwise did nothing to slow me down. It went in easily and a few seconds later I had the internal balloon inflated. Wendy couldn't tamper with it now. I removed her gag and blindfold. She was spitting mad. "What have you done to me! It hurts like hell!" She was staring down at the slim white tube that protruded from the most sensitive part of her anatomy. "It's a catheter, dear. It means you have no control of your pee. You'll go to Judy's in diapers, and you can change yourself whenever you want." "You bugger! Take it out!" she hissed. "I would be more polite, if I were you. Only I know how to take it out. You can't just give it a good tug, you'll damage your insides. It will stay in as long as I deem it prudent." She was glaring at me as I finished putting an Attends on her (I wanted her to be uncomfortable, at least for the first few hours) along with a pair of pink plastic pants. I then began releasing her. "But I should remind you of one little detail. You'll find that an orgasm is just too painful to mention. So you should forget masturbation while in this condition." Wendy leaped off the bed and flew out of the room. I found her in the bathroom, holding open the waist of her diaper and staring down at the appliance nestled inside her. She gave me a foul look, so I left her alone. For the next hour, as we both got ready for the evening, she wouldn't say anything to me. I noticed she was still wearing her seamed stockings under a full, casual skirt. Her shoes were still tied on from that morning and since she didn't ask to have them off I didn't volunteer. While she did her make-up in the bathroom I laid out on the bed what I thought she would need by way of diapers and supplies. To be continued…..
  8. 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..........
  9. 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
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