Date: Fri, 23 Aug 2013 11:33:09 +0100 (BST)
From: Mike H <nappiedmike@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Becoming Nappyboy - Part 2

I had a restless night. Firstly, the plug in my ass made things a little
uncomfortable. I think the spanking were also causing my nappy to stay hot.

I kept running through the last 48 hours in my head, and every time I did,
I got hard. The pressure on my cock reminding me that I had no way of
masturbating. Sub's don't cum - especially when caged! My smoothness also
caused me to notice every part of my body as I turned from side to
side. Then, of course, I was in a nappy. Not just padding between my legs,
but his piss too. It was weird having a wet backside and the nappy lining
stuck to me so when I turned over, I could feel it peeling off my skin -
perhaps another reason for keeping subs smooth - enhanced awareness of
state.

I finally managed to doze off but at about 3AM, I awoke again. This time
due to pressure on my bladder. I really needed to piss.

For quite some time, I lay there and listened to his breathing. Perhaps I
could sneak out of bed and get to the bathroom without him
noticing. Perhaps I could piss quietly in the toilet with a hard on through
a cage ... The argument in my head countered with reminding me that the
bathroom was off limits. I worried about whether I would wet the bed if I
pissed myself - would the nappy hold? Would he get mad at me if I did wet
the bed?

It raised such a dilemma in my mind that I found myself really
contemplating my position. I wanted to become his sub, I wanted the
control, I was different already and I was stupidly horny. I wanted this, I
reminded myself - somehow, even though I didn't previously know it, I
wanted even the most basic part of me owned - my rights to piss where and
when I wanted had gone.

I apologise, dear reader, for taking the time out of the story to explain
my mind at the time. But this was a new level of control. Yes, I'd been
spanked or tied down before. This, however, changed everything - I started
thinking about the times I'd had to stop mid-session to go to the bathroom
- a nappy could add a whole new dimension to bondage and control. People
have asked me since why I like being made to wear my nappies - and I think
it's down to the level of control - and the mind-fuck that goes with it.

I lay there. Needing to piss. Really needing to piss. Eventually, I made my
decision. I turned on to my back and tried to piss.

Nothing!

After a few minutes of really hard concentration, I finally managed to let
a dribble out.

My mind was screaming at me - I was petrified of wetting the bed.

Another dribble.

And then I pissed. Now I was feeling the piss go through my cage and around
base of my balls and plug. I was now trying to slow down the flood.

I felt a little trickle go round the side of the padding at the front and
grabbed the front of both sides of the nappy to keep the piss contained.

I couldn't stop pissing! It seemed like I went on for an age before finally
stopping.

The bit of piss round the side stayed there - mercifully the nappy design
meant it had gone into the rear pad and contained my piss around the inside
of the nappy.

The nappy was now substantially bigger than when I went to bed. It held my
legs further apart. The nappy and cage made it impossible for me to sleep
on my front.

So, while I tossed and turned contemplating my position, desperate to
masturbate. He slept.

At some point I drifted off too.


Something was pressing on me. I woke up to feel his hands rubbing my nappy,
squishing our combined piss around it.

"Good", he said, "Nappyboy used his nappy overnight?" The slight tilt at
the end of the statement turning it into a question.

I nodded.

"Excellent", he said, "I knew I was going to enjoy this weekend".

He got out of bed.

"Stay in your nappy and come through", he said, heading towards the living
room.

I got out of bed and walked through, the nappy sagging heavily between my
legs making me waddle slightly. As I had just woken up, I really needed to
piss again - but having seen the state of the nappy round my waist, I
thought I should ask to use the bathroom instead.

"No. The bathroom's off limits for you. Period."

I looked at him for a while and then asked "please can I change my nappy?"

"No".

Another look - then another change in the brain ...

"Please will YOU change my nappy?"

"Better. But no. I determine when you change, I change you and you NEVER
ask, otherwise you'll be in it for a long time. And believe me, I can do
long times!", he replied.

"What if I leak?", I asked

"Leather furniture, your pants! Who cares? If it happens outside, then
that's your problem too". He said, also answering the other question in my
mind.

He walked over and grabbed the front of my nappy.


"Piss yourself", he ordered.

Again, it took a few minutes before I could let go, but then my morning
piss flooded out of me and into the nappy held against me.

"That's a good nappyboy", he said as I finished.

The he said, "right, time for coffee and breakfast - you're having
toast. Come and talk while I do it"

As I walked, I compressed the crotch area between my legs and some piss
dribbled down the inside of my thighs. My nappy was leaking!

"Erm", I said in a state of panic, looking down at the dribbles and trying
to rub them round my legs, "I'm sorry but my nappy's leaking".

"Good." He replied, "I'll change it after breakfast".

He threw a towel at me and said "you'll need that to sit on while we eat".

We ate and chatted further - he had also given me a huge glass of orange
juice that he kept topping up.

"Let's sort a few things out", he said, "firstly, I'm really impressed that
you filled your nappy in bed. You could, let's face it, of gone to the
bathroom".

I laughed and explained my dilemma and the thoughts I'd had about doing
exactly that.

"But you didn't", he said, "you used your nappy. It's full and you're
leaking all over the kitchen chair and floor, but you haven't taken it
off. That's also good".

I blushed.

"You had choices. You chose to follow the `no bathroom' rule, you chose to
wet your nappy, you chose to OBEY me".

I nodded and was about to reply when he carried on.

"That means that you don't want the choice any more and I'm happy to take
them from you. You passed my first test. In fact", he smiled broadly, "you
passed it with flying colours".

I grinned.

"Decision time", he said, "do you want to carry on?"

With almost no hesitation, I replied, "Yes! Please."

"Ok. So we have to set the ground rules here. I want you permanently
nappied. Do you understand that?"

"Yes", I replied. I was getting hard again.

"Think about it. I mean permanently", he paused to let that sink in, "as in
Christmas with your folks, trips abroad, holidays ...", he paused,
"... work".

He paused again. "I mean 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. From now."

He gave me another moment for that to settle in before continuing.

"This means, if you're ok to proceed, we will have to get you your own
supply of nappies. And", he paused, "some more nappy-fiiendly clothing".

He stopped and raised an eyebrow.

"Ok", I said, after a moment or two.

"Next. Body hair. I hate it. Subs DO NOT EVER have body hair as far as I am
concerned. Nappyboy's certainly don't. It prevents you having problems when
wearing nappies. I want you to stay smooth - again, permanently. If I see a
single hair on you, you will be spanked for it".

"Ok", I replied.

"Good. Plugs - I want you available for me any time. In fact, I want you
available to me or anyone I assign to look after you at any time". He
paused.

He struck a nerve with that one - "anyone assigned to look after me?", I
asked, blushing again.

"Yes, of course", he replied, "I need to know that you're wearing and
behaving - if you're away working, I need to know that you're obeying
me. In your chat history, you said you had managed to work your way around
things before. You're a bright guy, so I want to leave nothing to chance. I
may ask others to look after you. And you will obey then as if you are
me. Ok?"

My penis was answering for me. I was rock hard again.

"Yes. Ok", I said.

"Next - nappy usage. It's simply not acceptable to have you dry. I want you
to unlearn how to control your bladder. My nappyboy should wet himself all
the time."

"Ok", I said, and let the small amount of piss left in my bladder go. It
took conscious effort. He was watching my expression and smiled.

"You have such an adorable expression when you're wetting your nappy ..",
He said.

I blushed. He knew!

"Ok, next one - the cage. A true sub never chums. A nappyboy doubly so. The
cage stays on. Again, think about it."

After a moment or two (actually, I merely waited a few seconds as I had
already agreed in my head - I just did it to make it look like I was
thinking about it), I said, "Ok".

"I want a better cage for you - that one's too big to be comfortable for
extended wear. So we shall get one today and fit it later".

I wet my nappy again. Just a dribble. I had a few drips on the laminated
kitchen floor, but I was in a leaky nappy and he knew it was leaking, so I
thought I should!

"I just wet my nappy again", I said.

"Excellent - never hold it. Just let it go all the time. I found some
hypnosis tapes online, so I want to try those at some point
too. Eventually, I want to you lose all control over your bladder, but that
will take a while".

He stood up.

"Now I'm going to change your nappy. Come with me."

We went into the playroom where he undid the tapes holding my nappy to me.

"When you're at work, I want you to keep the full nappy in your bag so I
can check it needed changing", he said.

Followed by "If you don't lose control fast enough, we might also look into
getting you catheterised, but we'll see how well you learn to fill your
nappies first. Hop on to the sling for me ..."

He fastened my arms to the supporting chains and then my legs. He tied my
legs really far up the chains so I was spread open and wide. He started
pulling gently on the plug that was the cause of so much discomfort during
the previous night. It was weird, I thought, that I hadn't bothered about
it over breakfast.

He inserted a finger into my open hole and observed that I didn't need
cleaning out yet, whatever that meant!

He grabbed a box of baby wipes and cleaned my entire nappy area with
it. Then went back to the kitchen leaving me to absorb what he'd said over
breakfast. He came back with a bottle marked "Appletease" and proceeded to
piss in it.

"In case you need a drink later, while we're out shopping", he said with a
smile.

He filled the bottle and then pissed over my cock and balls. On the side by
the sling was a tub of lube. He lubed himself up and then fetched a paddle
off the wall.

"Right, you asked me if you could go for a piss", he swatted me with the
paddle, "that's a no-no from now on"

He paddled me hard until my ass was a deep red.

"Ready for fucking now", he said looking with approval at the state of my
backside.

Without any hesitation, he plunged balls-deep into me. He was an amazing
fucker. My ass was on fire, his piss was underneath me on the sling as he
alternated between extreme slow all-out, all-in strokes to all out
pounding. I think he was about to cum at one point, but he just stopped
deep inside me and waited for what seemed like an eternity. Then he went at
it again.

He pulled out and went to the cupboard. He brought out a set of nipple
clamps and fastened them to me. Then he squirted lube directly into my hole
and started fucking again. He pulled hard on the clamps as he fucked me and
then, with a high thrust, I felt him cum and cum and cum again.

Once again, he stayed inside me until he softened slightly. Then
pissed. When he pulled out, some leaked, but the plug went straight back in
- his fluids were locked in me.

He rubbed my nipples as he removed the clamps and commented that he might
get them pierced some day. Then, he went to the bedroom and emerged with a
fresh nappy. He covered my `nappy area' (I'm suddenly aware I'm calling it
that!) with cream and powder before putting it on me.

"Wet it", he said.

It took a long time to relax enough to piss. Eventually though, I managed
it. The indicator strip changed colour.

"Good boy - it'll get easier", he said as he started unclipping me from the
harness.

He went to the sink in the corner of the room and filled a pint glass with
water.

"Drink", he said.

I downed it in one.

We repeated this two more times. Then he said, "Time for shopping".

We went into the bedroom where he pulled a set of dungarees (bib overalls)
out of his wardrobe.

"Put these on, and your t-shirt."

I put the t-shirt on, it was now slightly the worse for wear, but I am
nappyboy, I thought.

Then I put on the dungarees. The sides were cut a little lower than I would
have liked. The combination of a slightly short t-shirt and low-cut
dungaree sides meant that the nappy waistband was visible at certain
angles. If I bent over, there was little doubt I was wearing a nappy.

"Excellent", he said, getting dressed in shorts and a sweatshirt. "Let's
go"

I put my trainers on outside, thinking "I'm going out in nothing but
dungarees and a nappy!". He put his hand through the side of the dungarees
and grabbed the front of my nappy.

"Wet before we go any further", he instructed.

I did. Slightly easier this time. He smiled as he felt the nappy warm up
with my piss.

We headed over to a nearby shopping mall. Here, he took me to several
stores looking for t-shirts. He chose a few that were obviously too short
for me. Now I understood why he wanted them. If I'm honest, I got hard
thinking about it.

Then we went to a sex shop. This time he was slightly more obvious about
the relationship. He approached an assistant.

"Hello, I'd like to get him a collar and a butt plug bigger than the one he
has in at the moment. Can you show me where they are please?"

The male assistant looked me up and down and grinned. "Sure, he said".

At any other time, I would have found the assistant quite cute. Right now,
I had problems looking him in the eye. I was blushing like crazy.

He chose both a collar (which he put on me immediately) and made a show of
selecting a few increasing sized plugs. "I'm training him to take bigger
things", he said to the assistant. Then to me "pay for these and your
collar".

I paid. After that, we went to a local mobility store. Calmly as anything,
he walked to the counter and asked "I need more nappies for him", pointing
at me, "do you think M4's will fit, I want him in a larger capacity nappy".

In silent protest, I wet my nappy right there in the shop.

The assistant thought they would fit, so he said to me

"Come and buy your nappies. You'll need at least 6 packs - and then you
come back here to top up when you get down to two packs from now on. Ok?"

I bought the nappies and we headed out carrying them back to the apartment.

"That's the basics", he said, "now we need to do a few things online ..."

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