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I drifted off again, only to wake when I felt my restraints being unfastened. I was incredibly stiff, but He helped me stand and then he took a series of photographs showing my swollen crotch and straightjacket.
"May as well start the day as we mean to go on", He said.
He guided me to the bathroom and then undid the straps. He stripped me down to my nappies and the weight immediately made them sag. With a bit of a push from the waist downwards, then fell to my ankles with a thud.
I looked down and could see the catheter swinging from my caged cock. Cum, still wet, coated the side of my balls and the inside of the cage. Although my nappies hadn't revealed my secret, the cage had betrayed me, showing that I'd broken the most basic rule - but at least I hadn't masturbated - surely He wouldn't punish me for a wet dream.
He looked at me and grabbed my cock in its cage. He inspected all around it and then photographed the end of the cage, framing the cum and catheter tube, which now had a droplet forming on the end of it.
He opened up his version of the app and spoke the words as he typed them ...
"You can see Nappyboy has had a wet dream. How should I punish him? You see now why he needs to be caged - if he cums when he sleeps, imagine how he'd be if we let him wank! You've got until lunch-time to decide how he gets punished for this. Let me know. P.S. Keep voting - he needs thins, as you can see", he paused, grinned, "and .... Select images ... Publish. There we go."
He looked me up and down. The air had hit my pissy nappy-area and I caught the smell of my waist and full nappies.
"Stay there."
He went past me and I could hear him go into the kitchen and fetch a glass. He came back into the bathroom. Setting the pint glass down, he unbuttoned his fly and then picked up the glass. He pointed his cock into the glass and started pissing. He filled the glass and stopped the flow.
"Drink half", he said, passing the glass to me.
I drank and then passed the glass back when I'd downed the first half.
"Good."
He resumed pissing into the glass, filling it up. He then dipped my caged cock and balls into the glass and used his piss to clean up the cum. I could see it floating in the piss-filled glass. He then started masturbating in front of me. Part of me desperately wanted his cock in me, but that wasn't about to happen.
After a few minutes, he shot his load. Pulse after pulse of cum shot out of him into the glass, adding to the piss and cum already in the glass.
Once again, he took photographs of the glass - and of me drinking it.
He pointed to his cock, and I heard more clicks from the camera app as he photographed me cleaning him off.
He ran the shower and then told me to get in. He rinsed me off, and then stopped the shower. He covered me from neck to toes in shaving foam and then set about removing every bit of stubble and any stray hairs. Then he restarted the shower, stripped off and climbed in with me.
For the next 30 minutes or so, we had a very intimate shower: He caressed every part of me, kissed the back of my neck and ran his hands all over my totally smooth body. He pulled on the plug and with a plop, it came out of me and he cleaned it before putting it on the side of the bath.
As my hole started closing back down, he held me close and pushed a couple of fingers into me. He removed his fingers and pulled me closer still, the hot water running down up both.
Despite having shot his load a few minutes earlier, He was ready to go again, and I felt his engorged cock push against, and then pop into my hole.
He fucked me with slow and deliberate strokes for what seemed like a heavenly eternity. I could feel his balls starting to lift and then he slammed into me and unloaded deep into my bowels. We rinsed each other down and then he grabbed a town, drying me - and making my skin feel every tiny part of the air as it moved around me.
Leaving my nappies on the bathroom floor, we went back to the bedroom and he lay me on a disposable changing mat. He gently removed the catheter, taking more photographs as he went. Then having sterilised he end of the cage, he inserted a new catheter into me.
"We'll leave one of these in for a while longer yet - once your bladder shrinks enough, we'll see whether the hypnosis will make it so we don't need it - other than when I want one in you, of course", He said with a grin.
"Close your eyes", He whispered.
I closed my eyes and heard him go over to his side of the bed. A few seconds later, I heard him pump a couple of squirts of lube from the dispenser and then felt a plug being pushed into me. As my muscles clamped around the base, I realised that it wasn't as big as the plug I'd had in overnight, but it did have a prostate massager moulded along its base.
Then, he put a fresh nappy on me and a clean onesie.
"There", he said, "perfect. Now let's see what the Internet thinks of all this!"
We went into the sitting room and while he made coffee, I opened my app. To my horror, I now saw that the figures had climbed substantially - I was now caged for a minimum of 700 days, with 428 votes now for permanent chastity. I might just make it to New Year's Eve without hitting the magical 1,000 votes required - but that could just have been me staying hopeful - whichever way, I'd be in chastity and 24/7 nappies for the next 700 days - nearly two full years!
I could also see comments coming in thick and fast about punishments, this was also causing people to share and like the comments - my votes would probably reflect this very soon.
After drinking our coffees, He gave me a pint of water and suggested that we go out for breakfast. He wanted me to wear my grey joggers.
Luckily, my nappy wasn't too bulky so, while the grey fabric didn't need to stretch over my nappy, it didn't really expose me too much. If you really looked, you'd see the outline of my unusual underwear - but it was nowhere near as obvious as it could have been. I was having an easy day!
We walked to a local cafe and sat down. He ordered two full English' breakfasts along with a jug of water, and then started flicking through the comments on the app. A few times he smirked and tapped a response back. While I could see comments addressed to me, His punishment thread didn't appear on my phone. I assumed he was collecting ideas for when we got back home.
He carried on using his `phone and just as the waiter arrived with the two plates of food, I felt a sudden vibration from the plug. I yelped in surprise.
The waiter looked at me quizzically and I hastily apologised, turning a deep red. I could hear a buzzing from the plug and He, with a smile popped his `phone back into his pocket. The buzz was loud enough (even through my padding) for the waiter to hear. I have no idea what he must have thought - I was looking anywhere other than at him!
"That works", He said.
"I thought you'd appreciate that - it's a Hush plug - remote control. I charged it last night while you were sleeping. We just need you to download the app to your `phone too, then I can use it over any distance. Cool, eh? Eat up!"
During the course of breakfast, I downloaded the app. With a quick trip to the bathroom, I had it paired to my phone and He tried a few different speeds and vibration patterns, before leaving it on an audio setting: it would vibrate based on the noise picked up by my phone's microphone. This left me with a constantly changing vibration pattern - it being quiet when there was nothing going on around me, but on full speed when in noise - or when someone laughed loudly.
After a leisurely breakfast, we went out to have a look in the sales. Shopping with a constantly variable set of sensations running up your hole adds a new dimension to finding bargains!
He wanted me to buy more joggers, so we went into several shops where He had me try on pairs of pants to see whether they were nappy-friendly (in other words, showed of my ever increasing nappy), or whether they would stand later modification to accommodate snap-fasteners - He was still intent of having every piece of clothing I owned converted to facilitate easy changing or nappy-inspections.
In one shop, he got a pair of white shorts and held them up to the light.
"Try these on", He said, handing them to me, "I want to see you in them, so pop out of the changing room when you've got them on"
They were made from a white stretchy fabric, quite shiny - and with a net lining. I went into the changing room and removed my shoes and joggers. They were mediums, so needed to stretch to go over my nappy - at which point they became more translucent. With my onesie on, you could still see the nappy markings - but only just. As I pulled the shorts up, the vibrations in my ass suddenly increased dramatically. I came out of the changing room so that He could check how I looked and caught sight of myself in the full-length mirror as I did.
It was more obvious than I originally thought that I was wearing a nappy - in the harsh shop lights, you could see the dark blue lines running up the M4. Luckily, the onesie damped the lines enough to hide the wetness indicators.
He grinned when he saw me.
"Nice - they fit well - perhaps try changing your top for this one ...", he was holding up a white t-shirt in similar fabric to the shorts.
I grabbed the t-shirt and and almost ran back into the changing room so that I wasn't exposed in public for a moment longer than necessary.
In the changing room, I removed my onesie and pulled the shorts back up. The t-shirt was too short - it showed off my `v' muscles pointing down to my crotch, but left a line of flesh exposed. I tucked my nappy waistline into the top of the shorts and, with a loud buzzing coming from my ass, walked out of the changing room to show Him.
He grinned - and came over to me.
"That's nearly right - just pull the nappy up a bit - you shouldn't be ashamed of that ..."
Very self-consciously, I pulled the nappy waistline up above the shorts.
"That's better - we'll use those when we're on holiday later in the year, I'll get a few more for you while you get changed again."
As I walked back into the changing room, I could see everything, including the wetness indicators through the white fabric. The nappy waistline sat mid-way between the t-shirt and shorts, I wasn't sure if I was dreading or looking forward to my holidays now.
After changing back into my onesie and joggers, I bought three pairs of the white shorts and five t-shirts of varying designs, all too short of course. Then we headed for home.
"We're going out tonight", He said, "so we will try out the t-shirt and shorts look - I think you'll need to be doubled up too. "
"Oh?", I said.
"Yes. It would appear that a few people would like to witness proceedings, so we've agreed that for cumming last night, you should have a more public punishment - I want to make sure you're adequately dressed for the occasion!".