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He grabbed a handful of ice and applied it to my newly catheterised cock which, despite the invasion, was fully erect. The ice had the desired effect and allowed Him to restore the CB6000S and lock me back up.
My cock looked weird - the double end of the catheter emerging from the end of the CB6000S, but I didn't get long to look at it. He grabbed an M4 and put it on me. Then, he reached inside my nappy, tucked the catheter tube between my legs and removed the plug from the end of the catheter.
It was the weirdest sensation. I could feel piss running over my balls and into the nappy. I could feel my bladder becoming more relaxed. However, I couldn't feel myself actually pissing as such. My brain instinctively tried to control the flow, but it couldn't. He removed his hand from inside my nappy, and told me to lick it dry. I tasted my own piss, aware that my bladder was now completely empty.
"There's a good nappyboy", he said, rubbing the sodden front of the nappy. Then to Jason, "thank you for the demonstration. We're headed out shortly, would you like to join us?"
"No, no. Thanks for the offer, but I have a busy evening. I'll be back on Sunday to show you how to take it out again. In the meantime - ANY discomfort, and you give me a call. Otherwise, have fun!"
With that Jason went through the bathroom, washed his hands and headed out. We were alone again.
"Right, nappyboy", he said, "we're going out tonight. You will need at least one spare nappy, so I have prepared a nappy-bag for you. Firstly, though, I want to keep you flushed through so that your bladder begins to learn how to stay empty. Eventually, I want you totally dependent on your nappies and this will take time. I have another couple of hypnosis files for you this weekend, that will teach your bladder that this is what it feels like to stay continuously empty".
I was sort of expecting discomfort or pain - and, apart from the initial sting as it had gone inside me, I felt nothing other than the occasional trickle around my balls as my bladder emptied itself. When I stood up, I was surprised to see how full my nappy was already. He caught me looking at myself in the bedroom mirror and grinned ...
"Get used to it nappyboy", he said coming behind me and cuddling me. Goosebumps appeared as he ran his hands down my completely smooth body and over my nappied, caged and now catheterised cock. "It's the way you'll be from now on. Ok?"
"Ok", I replied, not sure why I was agreeing so readily.
We went into the living room and there was a package on the coffee table. He pointed to it.
"A little present for you - put it on while I get you a nice drink. We need to train your bladder properly!"
As he went into the kitchen, I went over to the package and started opening it. It was clothing of some form. Inside the package, he had put a new onesie, plain white apart from a red snap-fastener strip across the crotch and a new pair of dungarees. I put the onesie over my head and pulled it over my filling nappy. Then, I started putting the dungarees on. It was only when I inserted my leg into the dungarees that I noticed the snap fasteners running all the way up the inside seam. This meant he could simply undo the snap fastenings on the dungarees and onesie to change my nappy.
I was hoping for something a little more subtle than these dungarees though - they had the same red snap-fasteners as the onesie: anyone would be able to see that my dungarees had fastenings all the way around the leg and crotch seams.
Despite the obviousness of the fastenings, they were great quality dungarees - I found myself getting hard again. He was tapping into that inner-sub again.
"That's better", He said, as he came back into the room. He passed me a pint glass and told me to drink the contents.
"Something special for you ...", he said.
I started drinking the warm amber liquid - his piss again. I was actually getting used to the flavour now. If pushed, I would probably admit that I had started liking it.
"Right", He said, "I got an email back from the clothing people you emailed the other day. They can modify all your work shirts to add onesie bottoms to them. At the top, they will look like a normal shirt - apart from only the top three buttons will work. From the belt-line down, it will be a onesie. I want you to send a few shirts at a time until they're all converted. We'll send the majority tomorrow - you can leave three or four until you get the others back. On the day you get the converted shirts, you send the others away. I think we shall do the same with your t-shirts. I either want short t's that show that lovely waistline off, or onesies. We'll have some with snap fastenings, some without. So, tomorrow, when we go through your wardrobe again, we'll pick out the best ones and convert those first".
Somehow I was getting to like the lack of choice. He was saying it as it was going to be - from his tone, I knew there was no room for debate.
"They can also modify your trousers - as you can see. They were a standard pair of dungarees until they had a go at them".
I was concerned about my work trousers being converted - the ones on the dungarees were just too obvious.
"Don't worry", He said, "I'm talking about all your casual clothing. I shall let you have one pair of jeans and your work trousers unmodified - the rest of everything you have will become nappy-friendly. That starts tomorrow, but for tonight, I'm hungry and we need to find somewhere to eat".
He got himself ready. I have to say He looked amazing - a tight-fitting white t-shirt, black ck underwear (the ones that started the whole journey to being nappyboy), jeans, socks and trainers. You could make out his 6-pack and more than ample cock through his clothes. I was beginning to imagine the rest of my life with this guy - not only did hie look amazing, but he enjoyed taking complete control of everything in my life - somehow, I yearned for that. I wanted him and, strangely, wanted the nappied life too. I keep coming back to that because it surprised me - I had never considered nappies until I met Him - He had found a new level of control - if you've never experienced that, then I can recommend it: either as a top to control your sub and remove the need for toilet-breaks in-session; or as a sub - believe me, it makes a real difference to the relationship's `dynamic'.
As we headed out, he brought me my nappy bag to wear. It was a small knapsack - although it was locked. A small padlock fastened the zips together. For anyone that really paid attention, he had sewn a badge to it - the badge was an icon of a nappy with a CB6000 (again in icon form) in the middle of it. From a distance, you wouldn't notice the icons particularly, they just looked like some form of branding for the bag. Another of those subtle things he liked to do. Look, and see nothing, really look and you'd see a lot going on!
We left the apartment and walked down the road to the tube station. We caught the tube and made our way towards Soho and a Pizza place. He ordered a pint of lager each, and asked for a jug of water too. When it arrived he looked at me and raised an eyebrow - I nodded: no words necessary, I would drink both the pint and the full jug of water. He was testing the catheter method for ensuring I was soaked!
It was only at the end of the meal that I realised the difference with the catheter in place. Normally, you feel the pressure building in the bladder and as you release your piss, other muscles gently squeeze the bladder so that it empties. This combination means that you feel when you piss - even if trying to piss constantly (as I was doing until the catheter was in).
With a catheter in place, the bladder only holds a tiny amount before gravity takes the liquid down the tube. There's no real sensation of anything hitting the bladder at all - so you never feel the need to piss, nor do you feel anything from the `act of pissing' itself. Every now and then, I was aware of a trickle over my balls or down the side of my cage - other than that, I couldn't say how much I had wet, or how full my nappy was becoming.
When we stood to leave the pizza place, I felt a lot of weight between my legs. I was extremely wet. I began to worry that my nappy would start leaking soon. With a much fuller nappy on, my dungarees had also started to bulge at the front and around my backside. It was becoming more obvious that I was wearing a nappy under it - and a full nappy at that.
I started walking a little more cautiously than normal, trying not to squeeze the nappy in case I forced piss out of it.
It was clear He wanted to keep me topped up - we went through a couple of pubs where He bought me a couple of pints in each.
About an hour after leaving the Pizza place, my worst fear came to life - stood in a busy London pub with an ever-swelling bulge in my dungarees, I felt a trickle running down the inside of my completely smooth left leg. My nappy was leaking - and for some reason I was hard!