Wendy's Week in Diapers – Pt. 2

From Bytemine

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 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 any more.

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 forgot 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 strait jackets 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 to be 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.

The cloth diapers were a lot more bulky that 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 waste 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 so I left her alone for a while. Finally she called for assistance and I saw to her needs. It was strangely intimate. A few minutes later she was safely bundled up in three more diapers and the rubber pants had been locked in place. I released her from the stocks and told her she had permission to remove her garter belt, hosiery and shoes.

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 geriatrics 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 tamper proof. 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) and 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.