I had a restless night. Firstly, the plug in my ass made things a little uncomfortable. I think the spanking were also causing my nappy to stay hot.
I kept running through the last 48 hours in my head, and every time I did, I got hard. The pressure on my cock reminding me that I had no way of masturbating. Sub's don't cum - especially when caged! My smoothness also caused me to notice every part of my body as I turned from side to side. Then, of course, I was in a nappy. Not just padding between my legs, but his piss too. It was weird having a wet backside and the nappy lining stuck to me so when I turned over, I could feel it peeling off my skin - perhaps another reason for keeping subs smooth - enhanced awareness of state.
I finally managed to doze off but at about 3AM, I awoke again. This time due to pressure on my bladder. I really needed to piss.
For quite some time, I lay there and listened to his breathing. Perhaps I could sneak out of bed and get to the bathroom without him noticing. Perhaps I could piss quietly in the toilet with a hard on through a cage ... The argument in my head countered with reminding me that the bathroom was off limits. I worried about whether I would wet the bed if I pissed myself - would the nappy hold? Would he get mad at me if I did wet the bed?
It raised such a dilemma in my mind that I found myself really contemplating my position. I wanted to become his sub, I wanted the control, I was different already and I was stupidly horny. I wanted this, I reminded myself - somehow, even though I didn't previously know it, I wanted even the most basic part of me owned - my rights to piss where and when I wanted had gone.
I apologise, dear reader, for taking the time out of the story to explain my mind at the time. But this was a new level of control. Yes, I'd been spanked or tied down before. This, however, changed everything - I started thinking about the times I'd had to stop mid-session to go to the bathroom - a nappy could add a whole new dimension to bondage and control. People have asked me since why I like being made to wear my nappies - and I think it's down to the level of control - and the mind-fuck that goes with it.
I lay there. Needing to piss. Really needing to piss. Eventually, I made my decision. I turned on to my back and tried to piss.
Nothing!
After a few minutes of really hard concentration, I finally managed to let a dribble out.
My mind was screaming at me - I was petrified of wetting the bed.
Another dribble.
And then I pissed. Now I was feeling the piss go through my cage and around base of my balls and plug. I was now trying to slow down the flood.
I felt a little trickle go round the side of the padding at the front and grabbed the front of both sides of the nappy to keep the piss contained.
I couldn't stop pissing! It seemed like I went on for an age before finally stopping.
The bit of piss round the side stayed there - mercifully the nappy design meant it had gone into the rear pad and contained my piss around the inside of the nappy.
The nappy was now substantially bigger than when I went to bed. It held my legs further apart. The nappy and cage made it impossible for me to sleep on my front.
So, while I tossed and turned contemplating my position, desperate to masturbate. He slept.
At some point I drifted off too.
Something was pressing on me. I woke up to feel his hands rubbing my nappy, squishing our combined piss around it.
"Good", he said, "Nappyboy used his nappy overnight?" The slight tilt at the end of the statement turning it into a question.
I nodded.
"Excellent", he said, "I knew I was going to enjoy this weekend".
He got out of bed.
"Stay in your nappy and come through", he said, heading towards the living room.
I got out of bed and walked through, the nappy sagging heavily between my legs making me waddle slightly. As I had just woken up, I really needed to piss again - but having seen the state of the nappy round my waist, I thought I should ask to use the bathroom instead.
"No. The bathroom's off limits for you. Period."
I looked at him for a while and then asked "please can I change my nappy?"
"No".
Another look - then another change in the brain ...
"Please will YOU change my nappy?"
"Better. But no. I determine when you change, I change you and you NEVER ask, otherwise you'll be in it for a long time. And believe me, I can do long times!", he replied.
"What if I leak?", I asked
"Leather furniture, your pants! Who cares? If it happens outside, then that's your problem too". He said, also answering the other question in my mind.
He walked over and grabbed the front of my nappy.
"Piss yourself", he ordered.
Again, it took a few minutes before I could let go, but then my morning piss flooded out of me and into the nappy held against me.
"That's a good nappyboy", he said as I finished.
The he said, "right, time for coffee and breakfast - you're having toast. Come and talk while I do it"
As I walked, I compressed the crotch area between my legs and some piss dribbled down the inside of my thighs. My nappy was leaking!
"Erm", I said in a state of panic, looking down at the dribbles and trying to rub them round my legs, "I'm sorry but my nappy's leaking".
"Good." He replied, "I'll change it after breakfast".
He threw a towel at me and said "you'll need that to sit on while we eat".
We ate and chatted further - he had also given me a huge glass of orange juice that he kept topping up.
"Let's sort a few things out", he said, "firstly, I'm really impressed that you filled your nappy in bed. You could, let's face it, of gone to the bathroom".
I laughed and explained my dilemma and the thoughts I'd had about doing exactly that.
"But you didn't", he said, "you used your nappy. It's full and you're leaking all over the kitchen chair and floor, but you haven't taken it off. That's also good".
I blushed.
"You had choices. You chose to follow the `no bathroom' rule, you chose to wet your nappy, you chose to OBEY me".
I nodded and was about to reply when he carried on.
"That means that you don't want the choice any more and I'm happy to take them from you. You passed my first test. In fact", he smiled broadly, "you passed it with flying colours".
I grinned.
"Decision time", he said, "do you want to carry on?"
With almost no hesitation, I replied, "Yes! Please."
"Ok. So we have to set the ground rules here. I want you permanently nappied. Do you understand that?"
"Yes", I replied. I was getting hard again.
"Think about it. I mean permanently", he paused to let that sink in, "as in Christmas with your folks, trips abroad, holidays ...", he paused, "... work".
He paused again. "I mean 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. From now."
He gave me another moment for that to settle in before continuing.
"This means, if you're ok to proceed, we will have to get you your own supply of nappies. And", he paused, "some more nappy-fiiendly clothing".
He stopped and raised an eyebrow.
"Ok", I said, after a moment or two.
"Next. Body hair. I hate it. Subs DO NOT EVER have body hair as far as I am concerned. Nappyboy's certainly don't. It prevents you having problems when wearing nappies. I want you to stay smooth - again, permanently. If I see a single hair on you, you will be spanked for it".
"Ok", I replied.
"Good. Plugs - I want you available for me any time. In fact, I want you available to me or anyone I assign to look after you at any time". He paused.
He struck a nerve with that one - "anyone assigned to look after me?", I asked, blushing again.
"Yes, of course", he replied, "I need to know that you're wearing and behaving - if you're away working, I need to know that you're obeying me. In your chat history, you said you had managed to work your way around things before. You're a bright guy, so I want to leave nothing to chance. I may ask others to look after you. And you will obey then as if you are me. Ok?"
My penis was answering for me. I was rock hard again.
"Yes. Ok", I said.
"Next - nappy usage. It's simply not acceptable to have you dry. I want you to unlearn how to control your bladder. My nappyboy should wet himself all the time."
"Ok", I said, and let the small amount of piss left in my bladder go. It took conscious effort. He was watching my expression and smiled.
"You have such an adorable expression when you're wetting your nappy ..", He said.
I blushed. He knew!
"Ok, next one - the cage. A true sub never chums. A nappyboy doubly so. The cage stays on. Again, think about it."
After a moment or two (actually, I merely waited a few seconds as I had already agreed in my head - I just did it to make it look like I was thinking about it), I said, "Ok".
"I want a better cage for you - that one's too big to be comfortable for extended wear. So we shall get one today and fit it later".
I wet my nappy again. Just a dribble. I had a few drips on the laminated kitchen floor, but I was in a leaky nappy and he knew it was leaking, so I thought I should!
"I just wet my nappy again", I said.
"Excellent - never hold it. Just let it go all the time. I found some hypnosis tapes online, so I want to try those at some point too. Eventually, I want to you lose all control over your bladder, but that will take a while".
He stood up.
"Now I'm going to change your nappy. Come with me."
We went into the playroom where he undid the tapes holding my nappy to me.
"When you're at work, I want you to keep the full nappy in your bag so I can check it needed changing", he said.
Followed by "If you don't lose control fast enough, we might also look into getting you catheterised, but we'll see how well you learn to fill your nappies first. Hop on to the sling for me ..."
He fastened my arms to the supporting chains and then my legs. He tied my legs really far up the chains so I was spread open and wide. He started pulling gently on the plug that was the cause of so much discomfort during the previous night. It was weird, I thought, that I hadn't bothered about it over breakfast.
He inserted a finger into my open hole and observed that I didn't need cleaning out yet, whatever that meant!
He grabbed a box of baby wipes and cleaned my entire nappy area with it. Then went back to the kitchen leaving me to absorb what he'd said over breakfast. He came back with a bottle marked "Appletease" and proceeded to piss in it.
"In case you need a drink later, while we're out shopping", he said with a smile.
He filled the bottle and then pissed over my cock and balls. On the side by the sling was a tub of lube. He lubed himself up and then fetched a paddle off the wall.
"Right, you asked me if you could go for a piss", he swatted me with the paddle, "that's a no-no from now on"
He paddled me hard until my ass was a deep red.
"Ready for fucking now", he said looking with approval at the state of my backside.
Without any hesitation, he plunged balls-deep into me. He was an amazing fucker. My ass was on fire, his piss was underneath me on the sling as he alternated between extreme slow all-out, all-in strokes to all out pounding. I think he was about to cum at one point, but he just stopped deep inside me and waited for what seemed like an eternity. Then he went at it again.
He pulled out and went to the cupboard. He brought out a set of nipple clamps and fastened them to me. Then he squirted lube directly into my hole and started fucking again. He pulled hard on the clamps as he fucked me and then, with a high thrust, I felt him cum and cum and cum again.
Once again, he stayed inside me until he softened slightly. Then pissed. When he pulled out, some leaked, but the plug went straight back in - his fluids were locked in me.
He rubbed my nipples as he removed the clamps and commented that he might get them pierced some day. Then, he went to the bedroom and emerged with a fresh nappy. He covered my `nappy area' (I'm suddenly aware I'm calling it that!) with cream and powder before putting it on me.
"Wet it", he said.
It took a long time to relax enough to piss. Eventually though, I managed it. The indicator strip changed colour.
"Good boy - it'll get easier", he said as he started unclipping me from the harness.
He went to the sink in the corner of the room and filled a pint glass with water.
"Drink", he said.
I downed it in one.
We repeated this two more times. Then he said, "Time for shopping".
We went into the bedroom where he pulled a set of dungarees (bib overalls) out of his wardrobe.
"Put these on, and your t-shirt."
I put the t-shirt on, it was now slightly the worse for wear, but I am nappyboy, I thought.
Then I put on the dungarees. The sides were cut a little lower than I would have liked. The combination of a slightly short t-shirt and low-cut dungaree sides meant that the nappy waistband was visible at certain angles. If I bent over, there was little doubt I was wearing a nappy.
"Excellent", he said, getting dressed in shorts and a sweatshirt. "Let's go"
I put my trainers on outside, thinking "I'm going out in nothing but dungarees and a nappy!". He put his hand through the side of the dungarees and grabbed the front of my nappy.
"Wet before we go any further", he instructed.
I did. Slightly easier this time. He smiled as he felt the nappy warm up with my piss.
We headed over to a nearby shopping mall. Here, he took me to several stores looking for t-shirts. He chose a few that were obviously too short for me. Now I understood why he wanted them. If I'm honest, I got hard thinking about it.
Then we went to a sex shop. This time he was slightly more obvious about the relationship. He approached an assistant.
"Hello, I'd like to get him a collar and a butt plug bigger than the one he has in at the moment. Can you show me where they are please?"
The male assistant looked me up and down and grinned. "Sure, he said".
At any other time, I would have found the assistant quite cute. Right now, I had problems looking him in the eye. I was blushing like crazy.
He chose both a collar (which he put on me immediately) and made a show of selecting a few increasing sized plugs. "I'm training him to take bigger things", he said to the assistant. Then to me "pay for these and your collar".
I paid. After that, we went to a local mobility store. Calmly as anything, he walked to the counter and asked "I need more nappies for him", pointing at me, "do you think M4's will fit, I want him in a larger capacity nappy".
In silent protest, I wet my nappy right there in the shop.
The assistant thought they would fit, so he said to me
"Come and buy your nappies. You'll need at least 6 packs - and then you come back here to top up when you get down to two packs from now on. Ok?"
I bought the nappies and we headed out carrying them back to the apartment.
"That's the basics", he said, "now we need to do a few things online ..."
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