Wendy’s Week In Diapers – Part 5

I guess Wendy had a lot to think about because she didn't talk much the

next morning as I put her into double cloth diapers (despite the fact they made a bulge in her dress) and locked her in the belt. She was withdrawn and uncommunicative as I kissed her good bye. I watched her teeter down the hallway in her highest heels (that once again were tied in place), her slightly bulging behind adding an extra sway to her skirt that drew even more attention to her seamed stockings. If you were to pass close enough to her you would have heard the rustle of fabric on plastic and you might have caught the sweet, innocent

fragrance of baby powder.

She wasn't five minutes out the door before I was on the phone ordering her chastity belt from a custom supplier.

As the morning worn on I began to wonder if I had gone too far. After all, this was supposed to be at least some fun for her.

I need not have worried. She called me at 10:30. "The boss has asked me to lunch," she said in a voice husky from arousal. I knew she was reliving her diaper-date fantasy. "... it's a command performance. I just can't refuse."

"So, go." I said flatly. I wanted to know what she was up to.

"But I'll need a change by then."

"I see. How do you suppose we arrange that?"

Her voice got heavier. She was really getting off now. "I thought if you drove to the restaurant I could excuse myself to go to the ladies room and then meet you in the car for a quick change."

I decided to be cooperative.

As I packed up a diaper change my mind began to map out the scene and immediately I discovered some problems. Our car was too small for changing an adult. On impulse I called a buddy who had just bought a mini-van. I dialed his home number by mistake and was just about to hang up so I could call his office when a very nasal voice answered.

It was Henry, alright, home sick in bed with the flu, and yes, I could borrow the van as long as I made a trip to the drug store for him while I had it. I felt an erection growing as I headed out the door.

I got to the restaurant and parked the van beside the dumpster, reducing the likelihood of someone strolling by while Wendy and I were being intimate.

Then I slipped into the restaurant and took a table near the entrance where Wendy would be sure to see me and where I could see the entire room.

I told the waiters that I was waiting for someone and ordered a coke. It took her about 15 minutes to arrive and you should have seen her face when she saw me. Of course, she knew she couldn't let on that she knew me and that was all the fun.

As I watched her and her boss make their way to their table I studied her beautiful legs with their sexy seamed stockings. Her skirt did seem a little fuller but no one would have guessed she was in diapers. Yes, her shoes were in place. I fell in love all over again while I watched them engage in small talk and place their orders. She had a bit of a conversation with the waiter and then rose almost as soon as the serving staff had left. She managed to catch my eye and I knew it was my signal.

I made my way to the back of the restaurant which, fortunately combined the hallway to the washrooms with the rear entrance. "Blue van." I whispered to her as I brushed past her.

By the time she pulled open the large side door I had her diaper change all laid out, not to mention the neck stocks. Here eyes were glassy with arousal and unless she had used too much blush that morning her complexion revealed her anxious state. She glanced and the stocks and seemed about to say something but then just whispered. "Those fresh diapers look great! Let's get on with it."

I had her lie down beside the fresh diapers and then guided her neck and wrists into the leather bands. That made her breathe even more deeply.

"Hurry," she said breathlessly, "we don't have long."

With her now so deliciously immobilized it seemed a shame to have to hurry but I still enjoyed myself. I undressed her like a doll, first pushing her skirt up around her torso, then releasing her garters and removing the garter belt. I decided to leave her stockings on to save time. She twisted her hips to help me gain access to the diaper lock and breathed a sigh of relief as it was released and removed. Then I peeled down the baby-like frosty plastic panties she had chosen and exposed her soaked diaper. The smell of hot pee immediately filled the van. It was like a perfume to me.

I unpinned the diaper and pulled it away from her crotch. As I had guessed she was aroused to the brink of orgasm. To hell with the time factor, I thought as I ripped open my jeans.

"No time." she whispered hoarsely and without conviction as my stiff member was cleared for action. It was one "no" that sure meant "yes".

Her arms pulled against their leather bindings in orgasmic spasm as I entered her. She began to shudder as wave after wave of pleasure racked her body. My member, encased in her slick love tunnel, had found its own version of heaven and I knew my own orgasm was not far off.

We came together in a tryst of grunting and moaning that was so powerful it was just as well that Wendy was bound. I lay on top of her for a minute and then withdrew. A glance at my watch told me we had already taken too much time.

Wendy lifted her hips while I extracted the wet diapers and replaced them with the stack of dry cloth ones I had prepared. As soon as her damp bottom touched the dryness she moaned in pleasure and wriggled against the stocks a little, just to remind herself that she was about to be bound up in diapers again and there wasn't a thing she could do about it.

I used four pins to fasten the diapers as tightly as possible and then used a snap-on pair of plastic panties to keep her clothing dry. She flexed her thighs against the bulk between her legs while I prepared her diaper belt. Again, she twisted to one side while I passed it around her waist and gave me the customary complaint about making it too tight but there was still a gleam in her eye.

I prepared her garter belt and put it around her waist. She had to hold each leg up in the air while I straightened her seams for her before fastening the stocking to the hungry little garter tabs.

I replaced her skirt, using the chance to stroke her padded crotch. She moaned appreciatively but I knew that time had become our enemy. I released the neck and wrist cuffs and helped her to sit up. She grabbed her purse and fussed with her make-up for a few seconds. "I swear its written all over my face!"

"The diapers?"

"No. The orgasms." Then she kissed me full on the mouth before fleeing out the van door toward the restaurant.

I cleaned up the van and replaced my clothing. By the time I made my way back through the restaurant Wendy and her boss were deep in conversation. I made sure I passed by their table. Wendy was sitting a little back from the table with her legs crossed. The top of one stocking and a garter clasp was clearly visible and it had not escaped the boss' attention. I was just in time to catch their conversation.

"...a lady has to have her secrets." Wendy said coquettishly.

"Any you obviously have a few." her boss remarked.

I thought to myself, "don't push it, my friend. She's locked up tight and won't you be surprised if that skirt rides any higher". Wendy winked at me as I paid for my drink and left through the front door.

On the way home I stopped at the drug store for Henry and then made a detour to the sex shop where I picked up Wendy's chastity belt. It had an oval metal plate that would cover her pubis and a series of fine chains to make sure it stayed snugly in place. It was perfect and I knew it would be used a lot.

I was really looking forward to Wendy's arrival that night. I sensed she was really aroused by the diaper punishment and I planned an evening of leaving her diapers fully exposed while I plied her with beer so I could watch her wet herself. As fate would have it I got a call from the hospital at 3:30 and had to go in for a four hour shift.

At first I thought of leaving the keys to Wendy's diaper lock with a note so she could change herself. It would be interesting to see if she voluntarily put diapers on herself without being forced to. Then I thought about Wendy's stories of her diaper dates and decided that four hours wasn't that long and if things really got out of control she could call me and I would tell her where to find the keys.

I had been called in to handle a teenage girl whose drug-induced behavior led her to compulsive masturbation. Her vaginal area was red and sore by the time she was admitted and no one thought it strange when I prescribed extra thick diapers and a diaper lock as the most humane way to prevent her from hurting herself. Watching that kid waddle around while she pulled and tugged at the diapers and heavy belt that held them on was a constant reminder of my wife and a real turn-on.

When I was called to the telephone at 6:30 I assumed Wendy had reached the end of her endurance or had to use the potty. Imagine my surprise when Judy's voice greeted me.

"Hi. I came over to visit and found your wife in need of some special care. If you tell me where the keys are I'll see to it."

I was stunned. I searched my memory for clues about Judy's reaction on Tuesday night and tried to pick my words carefully. "How do you mean?"

"Let's put it this way, Jim, I can follow an example. Don't worry. We have more in common than you know. Trust me for now and we'll have a nice long talk when you get home."

With my hands shaking and my erection throbbing I told her where to find the keys. The last point had to be addressed. "Are you going to...?"

"Leave things the way I found them? You bet. Bye for now!"

The next 90 minutes were the longest in my life. My imagination ran wild as I pictured what was going on between Judy and Wendy. I almost ran the red lights on the way home.

Judy's car was parked on the street. I ran up the walk and burst through the door, not knowing what to expect but anxious to see it nonetheless.

Judy was sitting on the couch reading a magazine. I was surprised to see she was wearing a short black mini skirt and a white silk blouse and while I had thought she preferred more sensible shoes, a pair of black spikes set off her outfit. She looked very dominant and very powerful.

But Wendy was the real reason to stare. She was kneeling beside the couch wearing nothing but her diapers and the locking belt. Her hands were held behind her back somehow, likely the handcuffs. The geriatric feeding gag had been strapped into her mouth and each nipple sported one of her hair clips. Her cheeks were crimson and beads of sweat had formed across her brow. She looked at me demurely over the flange of the gag but kept her eyes lowered.

I felt my mouth hanging open. What could I say? What was there to say?

Judy stepped in right on cue. "Hello, Jim," she said in a perfectly normal voice, "Wendy was less than cooperative so I had to apply a little discipline. I hope you don't mind."

I shook my head and she continued. "She really resisted being put back into diapers so I paddled her bottom and put a slow-acting suppository in her.

She's been quiet for the last fifteen minutes but I'm sure she'll be a little more active soon."

Judy turned her attention to the slave-like Wendy. "Oh, about the

breasts. She likes to masturbate them. I suggest a leather bra."

With that, Judy rose to her feet, strolled past me and got her coat from the hall closet. My trance broke when I realized that I couldn't let her leave with just that little bit of an explanation.

When I got to the door I discovered a large box full of various kinds of diapers, a diaper lock and some plastic pants. Judy followed my gaze. "Oh, that. Wendy agreed to let me borrow a few things. I think I've finally found the solution to Mike's drinking problem."

"Uh, sure." I stammered. "Look, how do you,... I mean..."

She reached out and stroked my arm, as if to soothe me, but I had a lot of reactions to that, not all of which I would care to confess to Wendy. "Relax. We've all had our secrets. Now it's time to be more frank with each other.

Bring her over for dinner tomorrow night -- dressed but bundled up like that."

When she saw the shock on my face she continued. "Don't worry, she and Mike will have a lot in common."

Before I could say anything more she picked up her box and departed.

Still stunned I went back to the living room to get a good look at Wendy.

She whined into her gag and tugged at her tethered wrists when she saw me but I was strangely turned on and in no mood to give her relief just yet.

I walked around her, noticing that Judy had made Wendy wear her white spiked pumps and then tied her ankles together. The handcuffs were on duty and the keys were on top of the stereo cabinet. Wendy tensed for a second and I was reminded of the suppository at work in her bowels. She had to struggle to keep her balance and my erection told me I liked what I saw.

"I'll bet you want the potty." I said as if I was talking to a toddler.

She nodded furiously. "Well, we'll have to see about that. I'm going to remove the gag on the condition that you tell me what happened." Again she nodded but with less enthusiasm.

I released the gag and wiped her mouth.

"Oh, please, let me up! It's going to happen soon and I just can't bear the thought of it!"

"Not on your life! Tell me what happened and I'll think about it."

She suddenly adopted a demure look. "Ok", she gasped as another spasm shook her, "but there isn't a lot of time."

"I've got all the time I need" I said in my best jailer voice.

"The boss kept me at the restaurant for most of the afternoon. We were drinking beer and before I knew it I was ready to leak. I kept going to the ladies room but of course I couldn't change myself. I think he was suspicious about me because he didn't want to go back to the office and kept staring at me."

"That's because you let a garter show." I commented.

She blushed. "I admit it - I was flirting. But it seemed safe because I was all locked up. I knew that even if I got carried away, being in diapers would stop me from letting him get out of line."

"So?"

"So by the time I got back to the office I was sure I was about to leak. I dared not sit down so I left early and walked home. I got your note about having to work tonight and I was terrified. I stripped down to my bra and diapers and sat on a pile of newspapers to wait for you. About an hour after that Judy came by. Since I didn't know who was at the door I didn't answer. I had forgotten that Judy had a key from the time we went on vacation. She used it to get in and I realized I was trapped in the living room. When she found me I burst into tears and she was really good about it. She offered to call you and get the keys. I thought she would just let me out of the diapers."

She gulped and coped with another spasm before continuing. "She was being really kind until she got the keys. Then she made me tell her the whole story.

She already knew most of it from Tuesday night but she made me tell it again.

Then she asked me how I masturbated while in diapers and I told her about how sensitive my nipples got. I used to touch them when grandma had me in diapers and use them now if I get too hot. She made me show her hot I did it and she waited until I had at least three orgasms before she got on with changing me."

Wendy's cheeks were flushing and I knew that it was from arousal.

"Anyway, then she made me describe exactly how you changed my diapers. The first time I didn't mention the stocks of the handcuffs and she said I wasn't telling her all of it. By then my diapers felt so awful that I just collapsed and told her the truth. When she insisted on putting me into the stocks I knew she wasn't going to just let me out of the diapers."

"She changed me alright but just like you do - with no chance of escape. She used three of the cloth diapers with an Attends as a liner. She even punctured the back of it to allow for drainage. Just before she pinned everything extra tight she put a suppository in my bottom. Then she put the plastic panties on me, locked the diaper belt and put the handcuffs on me. I had to wear my summer pumps. Then she took me to the living room, had me kneel and then she tied my ankles together. The worst part was when she put the clips on my nipples."

"Hmmm." I said as I walked away from her toward the bedroom. I knew she was aroused. I didn't think she really wanted escape at all. I found an old stocking and returned to the living room where I began to tie her knees together.