Beginning at age 11, I wore diapers until I was 15, most nights I wet the bed, as well as in my clothes; the toughest part was being in classes and having to suddenly leave, especially when it was obvious that my pants were wet and my classmates laughing as I left.
When I was no longer in need to wear diapers, it was a good thing but by the time I was about 20, I began to think of wanting to wear them for the enjoyment, safety and security that they once brought to me.
It was not until I was about 40, when I realized that I was not alone; that others actually wore diapers for various reasons. Several years ago, I discovered various diaper websites, one being aby.com, and I posted a profile on me there. Sometime later, I was contacted by email, his message was short and without any indication of his interests. His message was that, he and I live near, and that he thought that my description of wanting to wear diapers was awesome. I replied back to him, and gave him some added information on me, in particular why I wore diapers on ocassion and how I felt when I did. He and I continued to correspond by email for several months, until we agreed to meet.
He previously described his own interest was being into BSDM, and his on-line name being Daddy Paul. He and I met at a local fast food restaurant, when I arrived he was already parked and waiting for me, he climbed beside me in the passenger seat and we talked for an hour before going inside to get a sandwich.
In his emails before we met, he often would send me instructions, or tasks to perform, even though he and I had never met. He and I were seated at a table, the waitress took our order. He rose from the table and told me to follow him into the bathroom and he locked the door behind us. He asked me to remove my clothes, everything but the diaper he asked me to wear. He wanted to see how I looked, and then he began to unfasten the diaper. After he gave me thorough inspection, including running his hands across every part of my body; he told me to get dressed without the diaper. I quickly did as he asked and then he told me to do as he says. He told me to wait one full minute before joining him back at our table; during this time I was to wet myself and then walk out and meet him at the table.
He left, and I was not certain what to do, how could I walk out of the bathroom and into public with the front of my pants wet, and thoughts of just leaving and walking out the door also occurred to me. After a few moments, I did as he asked, I was soaked from my crotch down to my feet.
I walked out of the bathroom leaving a puddle on the floor. As I exited the bathroom, my first reacton was to go directly to the door, get in my car and drive away. As I opened the door, I looked towards our table, he was seated there waiting for me to sit. Without thinking or looking at anyone, I simply walked across the restaurant floor and sat across from him. I knew that other customers had noticed. Daddy Paul told me that I was a good boy for doing as he asked.
We talked for another hour while eating our meal. When we left the restaurant, he told me that he would send me an email and he simply left. I figured that I would never hear back form him, and I felt like a complete idiot for wetting my pants in a public restaurant. The next day, I received an email from him, he told me that wetting myself was a test to see if I would do as he asked and apparently I had passed that test. He invited me to meet with him at his home the following weekend.
Again, several times during the week I would receive emails from him with instructions on various tasks that I needed to complete on my own and then report back to him by email whether I had or not. One of his instructions was that I was forbidden to ejaculate. I could jerk off, but not allow myself to cum. I was also to wear diaper to work, which I seldom ever did, and to drink large volumes of water and not use the bathroom during the day. Also, because at the time I was smoking cigarettes, each time that I lite one up, I would need to pull a hair from beneath my arm pits and collect each one and bring them all with me when we met.
When I arrived at his home, he immediately asked if I had smoked, which I did, and he wanted to see the hairs that I had removed from my pits. He told me to undress completely and to lie on the floor. When I did, he knelt beside me and proceeded to shave my pubic hair and he told me that for now on, I would be smooth at all times.
He wrapped a diaper around me and for the next several hours. I did as he asked. I was to please him sexually as well as to wet and soil myself.
After several hours, he told me that it was time for me to leave. He told me to follow him out to my car. He was carrying all of my clothes. He told me to drive home as I was, in a wet and messy diaper and nothing over them. I did as he asked and he and I continued to correspond by email, as well as meeting with him and some of his friends.