My cleaning lady

My cleaning lady comes once a week to help me with my claning and ironing. she also puts me in a diaper with a sprinkling of baby powder and diaper cream. she feeds me babyfood and gives me my bottle. i am put to bed and when i wake my wet diaper is removed, iam bathed and put back into a clean diaper. she gives me my bottle before she leaves. what a lucky baby am i

You are at that, but does she do windows??? 😄

Wow-- where did you find her-- and how did you get her to change your diapers-- does she have any cute cleaning buddies? 😄

You're a lucky lucky man

Sounds great now where do i find one ??

Pay her more money, and she might put you in diapers. 😄 😄 😄

I just wish someone would change me so i didnt have 2

Not the same, but I walked into my home office after my cleaning lady was done and my polka dot plastic pants were neatly folded on the couch!

I have a cleaning lady who come twice a week for routine cleaning. She is about 40 (a bit younger than me). It was a bit embarrassing at first since I have more wet nights than dry ones. It didn't take her long to figure out I had a bedwetting problem. On the first day she worked for me, my bed was dry but the sheets were a bit stained from a leak that occurred previously. When stripping the bed for washing she of course found the grey rubber sheet with the faded yellow sweet spot indicating it was well used for its intended purpose. When I returned home from work, my bed was freshly made with the rubber sheet still in place. She left me a nice but tactful note indicating she noticed my bedwetting problem and that if I had diapers to be washed to leave them in a separate container so they could be washed and sanitized separately. I ran into her when I was working at home (she has a key and usually works when I am at work) a couple of weeks later and she told me she hoped I had not been embarrased by her note. She told me her younger brother wet his bed until he was 14 or 15 and he wore diapers to bed. She has now been with me for 3 years. Twice a week she washes my cloth diapers and plastic pants and returns them to my dresser drawer neatly folded and organized.

Floater, you are one lucky man - many women in that role would simply quit, and while they were deciding how to tell you, would be very uncomfortable. For her to not only tell you that you really should go back into diapers for bed, but to also wash your diapers... that is gold! hang on to her as long as you can.

I had a housekeeper when I lived on my own before my first marriage. She'd come by once a week to clean my place and do my laundry. One evening when I came home from work, I found a note she left on my kitchen on top of two freshly washed diapers and a pair of rubber pants. The note read that she found these while she was cleaning, wanted to know if they were mine, and if they were, where should she store them and whether she should add diapers to her weekly laundry. The note went on to ask if there was anything else she should know and suggested we discuss it further. She did say she didn't mind washing diapers for me but wanted to know more for planning purposes. I was more than a little shocked because while I had started wearing diapers again for fun, I was trying to keep it secret so no one would know and had been careful not to leave any traces of my diaper wearing laying around. At the same time, I realized it would be good for me to have someone who knew so I didn't have to be so paranoid about being discovered. So the next week I stayed until she arrived to talk to her. I had spent the weekend indulging myself in diapers, starting Friday after work until Monday morning wearing and wetting in my diapers and rubber pants and rather than laundering them myself which is what I had been doing, I bought a diaper pail and stored my used diapers. I must have had at least a dozen cloth diapers and a couple pairs of rubber pants to be laundered by then. My housekeeper arrived and I was quite nervous since this was the first time I had told anyone about my diaper wearing since I left home for good and was out on my own. That was nearly 10 years ago. l invited her have a seat, poured coffee for both of us, and started to explain about the diapers she found but before I could say anything, she said “I hope it was OK with you that I left the note. I found those diapers in your laundry basket and didn't know what to do with them. I've never seen them here before and wondered if they were yours or someone forgot and left them. If they're yours, I don't mind at all including diapers in doing the laundry. Is there anything I should know for the future.” She was smiling as she spoke, relieving some of my anxiety, so I told her “Rosie, I'm sorry you found them. I didn't mean for you to know or anything. But since you found out, I need to confess that I started wearing diapers once in a while a few years ago, but it seems like I'm wearing them more and more and it would be great if you could help. And before you ask, no there's nothing wrong with me, I know its weird or something, but I used to wet my bed when I was younger, until I was almost out of high school. My mother diapered me every night. I finally stopped but since then I've always felt more secure or comfortable when I had a diaper on. A few years ago I was feeling very stressed over work and gave in to pinning a diaper on after work just to calm me. It seemed to work, I felt relaxed and since then I've used diapers to relax and relieve stress. Unfortunately, work has become even more stressful so I find myself wearing diapers more and more, usually on weekends. I would be forever grateful if you could add them to my laundry and keep it to yourself. I'm scared of anyone finding out.”

Rosie laughed a little and tells me “Honey, no problem, I'm happy to do your diaper laundry. I have other clients whose diapers I wash too, of course its their children's diapers but a diaper is a diaper. And don't worry about me, you can trust me not to tell anyone. I do need to know if you only wear diapers or if you use them too? Just to potty in or do you dirty them too.” Oh man, I wasn't prepared to tell her so much, it was so private for me and more than a little embarrassing but I went ahead and told her “Well, I bought a diaper pail over the weekend and all the diapers I used since Friday are in the pail. There's at least a dozen diapers and two pairs of rubber pants. I do potty in my diapers mostly, in fact I wear the diapers until they are too wet and need to be changed, so, yeah, the diapers in the pail are all soiled. Mostly I just wet my diapers, but very occasionally I have an accident. Would you like me to wash them myself. I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do yourself." Rosie says “no, I'm fine with washing poopy diapers, same as I do for my other clients. No problem, anything I can do to help you. I can't say I really understand why a grown man would want to wear diapers when he doesn't have to but I'm fine with you and your diapers. Sometime, you'll have to let me see you wearing diapers and rubber pants. I bet you look really cute in them. And if there is anything more I can do for you let me know. I shouldn't say this but I have changed a lot diapers in my time." Rosie winks, smiles again, reaches over to grab my hand, and gently squeezes it a few times, reminding me of my mom when she got me ready for bed, washed my pee-pee, powdered and pinned my diapers on. “Rosie, that's so sweet of you. You know, it's been close to 15 years since anyone's changed me and that was my mother. I was 19 the last time she pinned diapers on me and that was a really special night for me. If you're serious, do you think you could come by Friday evening after I get home from work. Anytime after 7, or if that's too soon anytime you want.” “I'll see you Friday night at 7 then. Can't wait to diaper my little boy," says Rosie, “now off you go to work and let Mommy Rosie clean her baby's diapers and rubber pants."

For the past twenty-five or so years, I have had a housekeeper. She cooked cleaned and ran the household while I was off galavanting around the oilfields of the world. Last summer I returned from California to find she passed away on one of my kitchen chairs. A wonderful lady who put up with all of my quirks. My diapers and fetish did not deter her from the job of running my household and putting up with all of my kinky friends. I still can't get my diapers as white and bright as she did.