The Good Diaper boy: A visit to Mommy

Prologue:

It was a typical Saturday morning. I had my cup of coffee, checked a few emails and then went to pursue my fetish desires on the internet. I had been chatting with a woman for several weeks now; she was thoroughly excited and entertained by my diaper fetish and desire to be forced to wear and use diapers. Our conversations were innocent and flirty at first, but then they developed into a more sincere interaction. I expressed my desire to be hypnotized into an infant, or as an adult who wears and uses diapers at the whim of a dominant woman. Unusually, she also had an interest in hypnotizing young men and turning them into various toys and slaves for her enjoyment and arousal.

I eventually find out that she lives relatively close, and moreover that she had been busy since we had been talking for sometime. She said she put together a few hypnosis files that would tease me, and make me really enjoy my diapers. I told her I was serious about my fantasies and would like to visit in person. She was very excited at that prospect and said that if I’d like to visit her I would need to listen to the files and then schedule a meeting.

At the onset, the files deepened my desire to wear diapers, to feel comfortable in my diapers, and to need my diapers more and more. But quite soon I would found out their true effects. I completed listening to them over a two-week period. After talking with my Mistress I scheduled a visit to see her.

The Visit:

I carefully diaper myself, taping it on nice and snug. I put on my jeans and shirt carefully but with much anticipation. I pack everything you told me to include, 10 diapers, my pacifier, and handcuffs. It takes me a few hours to reach our meeting place, my diapers are now quite wet. I find the address and park the car; my heart is racing, pounding in anticipation. I walk up to the door and find the blindfold on the door handle just as you had instructed me. I put it on and then once I cannot see anything I knock on the door three times.

I here footsteps and then the lock of the door snaps open. You look at me and I can hear as you walk around me inspecting me. You slowly run your hands along my pants, feeling the diaper you give it a nice squeeze. Holding my diapered crotch in your hands you lean close and whisper “Do you want me to be in charge for the night?” With a shaky voice I say, “Yes Ma’am.” Then you say, “Take off your pants and come inside.” You walk inside slowly, but I can here you stop in the entranceway. I know you are watching me, relishing my humiliation and anticipation. I turn my head in a futile attempt to see who is coming or is watching but it is useless. My hands slowly reach to my jeans; I reluctantly unzip them and hesitate before moving them down.

“Yes, take them off out there, and carry them inside” you say from the doorway. It jolts me but I quickly pull them off exposing my diaper and stepping inside. The adrenaline pumps as I feel the door close. I wonder if I was seen? It’s thrilling and terrifying all at once. “Now come along baby lets get you comfortable.” You grab my hand and lead me blindly down a hallway. I’m comforted as I smell the faint odor of baby powder.

“First, out of that messy diaper, but before it comes off I need to punish you for making it so very wet!” You sit and I gulp deeply as you slowly guide me over your lap. “That’s it, now tell me why you are being punished young man?” “Because I have wet the diaper” “No, no sweetie, remember it’s YOUR diaper” Suddenly, unwillingly, uncontrollably, I wet my diaper; I feel a deepening of submission to this woman spanking me. When my sense of reality draws back…I notice the subtle differences in wording, I reply in kind. “Because I have wet MY diaper.” “Good boy, now ten smacks should do just fine.” Her words were mesmerizing; I wanted to please her, even in punishment. I wanted to be her good boy, but I didn’t know why?

I was expecting a firm hand, and a bit more time in between. But this spanking had intention and swiftness behind it. *SMACK *SMACK *SMACK…the blows were from something wooden and they came quickly without hesitation…**SMACK *SMACK *SMACK *SMACK *SMACK *SMACK *SMACK. I was screaming by the end, in tears; but there was something relieving to it, as if something was accomplished and determined. Actually a few things were determined, 1. I had no temperance for a good spanking, 2. I was no longer in charge of anything, 3. A wet diaper on a reddened bottom gave a bit of a sting that left me feeling scolded and very very excited.

“There we go, now every time we change those diapers we spank the baby to remind him that he has progress to make….Now how about we take off this blindfold and get you into a clean diaper!” I was excited, what bit of shyness there was had vanished with the spanking. You lead me to somewhere else and have me lay on the floor. I move gingerly with my reddened toosh. Instinctively I lay still as you gather some items, but I find the clinking of metal to be an unaccustomed noise.

You sooth me as you take the blindfold off, “there, there, no more peek-a-boo…… here I am” I’m still speechless but there is a softness and maturity about your face. Your poise shows a command of the situation but your touch lets me know that you care. I am still starring at you as you lay me down flat and get to work cleaning me. Wiping away the wetness you rub a soothing ointment on my butt, it helps with the stinging. Rubbing in some oil you look at me and say “Just lay quietly while I get you ready, don’t ask questions, just do as you are told.” I nod and lay back taking a deep breath.

You lift my legs and tell me to relax, I feel something probing me. You push more as I grunt a mild refusal. Before long the butt plug is in place and I am now obviously excited. You seem to ignore my erect penis, its presence known since you answered the door, but suddenly you swat it a few times. I make motion to protest but I heed your word and bit my lip. Eventually it goes down. You move around some more and just as I think the diaper is coming on, I here clicks and the touch of cool metal to my waist. Snapping the final snap I look so see that I am now locked in a chastity belt. You grin widely starring straight into my eyes.

“This is going to be a fun night for me, but lets see if you have as much fun. Obviously, I will be deciding when you make a mess here and when you get to have pleasure. My two friends have seen to that….now your diaper.” You lay out two diapers, slitting the top one so that it flows to the second one. I lift my hips, eager for the thickness and comfort of the diaper.

“Awww look at my cute diaperboy.” How does YOUR diaper feel? This time it was obvious, for the diaper quickly soaked up my bladders uncontrolled release. “Yes dear, those files have done quite a good job on you. I’m happy to see you are responding well. Don’t worry I’ve embedded some much more entertaining elements in them. They are all things I know you want…things I know you need.” “What’s going on here?! What have you done to me?” “Oh sweetie, you told me all this, you want to be a Good boy for Mommy don’t you?”

Unwillingly, erotically I responded “ I wanna be a good boy for you Mommy” “There we go little one, I’m glad we’ve settled that!”

Humiliated, I blush a little too proudly. Now that you are all snug lets get some dinner. We make our way downstairs and you have a nice meal waiting on the stove. You grab my bottle and fill it but I can’t see exactly what is going on. The meal looked delicious for you but you made sure to cut mine up into little bits. After a messy face and a few good laughs you see me start to squirm and you know that things are about to get fun.

“Does baby find me attractive?” I nod yes eagerly. “Well let’s test my little friends and see how well they work…” You get up and take my hand leading me upstairs. I can’t help but stare at your gorgeous figure. Just about then my crotch as a searing pain as my penis expands into the belt and deflates. “AHHHH…gosh this thing hurts!”

“As it should, I didn’t give you permission to get excited, did I? “Sorry, no you didn’t” As the pain subsides you lead me to a bedroom and sit me on the bed.

“Now if you thought that hurt, just wait!” You walk up to me and push me down on the bed. My diaper is wet again, so soon after dinner. You scoot me up squarely on the bed and straddle my waist. Then you take off my shirt and pull my arms up to the corners of the bed. You move fast and before I know it *click, *click I am handcuffed to the bed.

“Hey what’s this all about?” “You’re mine now hun!, Now be a Good Boy and just go along with it and lets get your legs tied up too”

Now I was becoming excited, the wet diaper was recalling my trained desires. I wanted my diaper wet, I wanted to be excited. This woman has me eating out of her hands….. Then the pain seared through my groin, the belt constricting and pinching my erection.

I moan, and wince….wanting only to obediently lift and move my legs so you can tie them down too. Here I sit spread eagle, bound, diapered, plugged, and unable to keep a boner. But it is all I want, to keep Mommy happy. To be her good diaper boy, to use my diaper just as I should, just as I want to.

Then you begin to take off your pants, slowly and then your shirt all the while saying, “You will learn to adore my body but to Control Yourself, remember I run the show here.” I was mentally and contently excited about my diaper. I am overjoyed to be tied, diapered, and teased….I must be a good boy. I was able to control myself of the urge, but suddenly I was unable to control my bladder, yet again urine was seeping into my diaper. I was becoming more and more obedient, falling deeper into a desire to be Mommy’s diaper slave.

You stand over me in a lovely brassiere and sexy panties. “I know you want my body, but you don’t deserve it yet!?” You reach over and rub my diapered crotch, “you LOVE YOUR diapers, don’t you. You WANT me to keep you in them, but you didn’t know I was going to keep you from masturbating.” AT this point the pain is crazy, my mind is going wild.

Its not the actual orgasm that brings stimulation to the mind, it’s the entire ordeal leading up to it. You slowly rubbing your body, and mine, my mind and loins want to burst, but alas I cannot.

I want this so bad, but there you are stopping me, and somehow I’m ok with it. My mind begins to come to terms with it, but just about then my bowels begin to rumble, hard. I look up at you to see a wild grin…..