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--I began to accept my new state: I was now constantly wearing either one or two nappies. The cage stayed on and I was beginning to understand the frustrations of long-term chastity: I was horny all the time and would have given virtually anything to get off. He had me catheterised most weekends and sent new hypnosis file updates to encourage me to wet more and lose more control.
Christmas was approaching fast. I'd made arrangements to go to my parents for boxing day - and He extended this through from the evening of Christmas day. He wanted me to spend some time with my parents as I hadn't seen them for a while - although I had a sinking feeling that He would go through with the threat to have me catheterised before going. Somehow, I knew I wasn't going to get away with not wearing my nappies while there.
On Christmas Eve, He decided to take me out shopping for a "few essentials".
We got a taxi into town and then went into his favourite fetish shop.
`We need a bigger plug for nappyboy here', he said loudly to the assistant.
The assistant looked me up and down - I was in my dungarees again, along with my thin piss-stained onesie and two M4's.
He carried on, `The one he has in has started slipping out when he's walking around so it's time for a bigger one'.
The assistant grinned, `yeah, that happens if you wear them a lot. What size has he got in? Or, more importantly, what size do you want for him?'
You know', He said shooting the assistant a grin back, I'm not sure. Do you have a changing room and I'll find out?'
`Sure - over there. Not sure I can help out as we're a bit busy, but happy to show you what we have when you know what size you want.'
He led me over to the changing cubicle.
`Ok, in you go - give me your plug. Once it's out, pass it to me and then wait.'
As instructed, I went into the cubicle and pulled the curtain behind me. He pulled it open a little so he could see what I was up to. I dropped the dungaree shoulder straps and let them drop round my ankles. Then, I unfastened the press-studs to open the crotch on my onesie before reaching down the back of my wet inner nappy. I pulled on the base of the plug and extracted it from my hole. I twisted it a couple of times around the inside my nappy to ensure it was clean enough to hand over without any embarrassment.
I handed it to Him who was still standing outside the cubicle.
`Great - now hop out so someone else can use the cubicle.'
I reached down to fasten up again.
`No. No - as you are - you'll be putting the new plug in again in a moment.'
I blushed.
`I can't - let me pull my dungarees up at least.'
`And I thought you were getting better - that's one round with the paddle when we get back - now, as you are ... all your bits are covered, and it is a fetish shop, so no-one's going to mind'
I shuffled out of the cubicle and stood there: smooth arms and legs, wet nappy, onesie with the studs all opened - all on show. Despite the embarrassment, I actually found myself getting hard in the CB6000S. Perhaps I had a touch of exhibitionist in me after all.
He found the assistant and came back after what seemed an eternity of talking and choosing. It looked like he'd bought a few items. The shop assistant put them in a black carrier bag and then started serving another customer, but not before he'd taken a long lingering look at me. I wet my nappy in silent protest!
Right', he said passing me a new plug and a tube of lube, put this in, then we can go and eat.'
I looked at the plug. It was huge compared to the last one.
Come on', He said, get on with it!'
I shuffled back into the cubicle and lubed the plug. In order to fit it in, I dropped the back of my nappies slightly and squatted as best I could. The plug took some working in - I had to push it in until my hole couldn't take any more, then I'd pull back out and go again. He kept tapping his foot and trying to make me hurry up, but I had to work my anal muscles to get my hole relaxed enough to accommodate the plug. After what seemed an eternity, it finally slipped inside me with an excruciating slurp and my hole snapped around the base. I'd got it in, but had no idea if I would be able to get it out without hurting myself. Quickly, I pulled up my nappies and fastened my onesie. Then I pulled up the dungarees and stepped out of the cubicle.
As we left the shop, I could only waddle due to the side of the plug. This would take some getting used to. The assistant's eyes never left me as we made our exit.
That took 15 minutes', he said, so that's 15 swats with the cane when we get back in. I don't like being kept waiting like that. But first - let's grab some lunch. You can think about how red your ass is going to be when we get back in'.
He had decided we should go via Burger King where he asked to super-size the drinks. He passed both to me - clearly he wanted me wet.
`I'm not punishing or changing you until you've filled both of those nappies - when you leak, we'll change you.'
After finishing the food and drink, I felt incredibly full and was glad that he chose to walk back. It'd give me a chance to get used to the plug before having to suffer it in a taxi or on the tube. Also, I'd managed to wet quite a lot by the time we got back home.
As we went into the inner hallway, I stripped down to my onesie while He went to get more to drink. I caught sight of myself in the mirror and became aware of just how swollen my nappies were. I guessed that few people could have failed to notice that bulge!
I walked into the living room and was told to sit down. I had to sit gently to stop the plug from hurting too much. My ass was certainly filled.
`Right - we have a few things to sort out for tomorrow and when you return', he said.
He grinned and passed me a bag.
Don't look inside yet. Now tomorrow, you're going to catch the train to your parents so I want to make sure you're properly prepared for the journey. I'm going to tell you what's going to happen so that you have time to let it sink in. Now, just to make sure you follow all the instructions to the letter, I've found an app that I want to install on your phone, so unlock it and pass it over'.
I gave Him the `phone.
Good', he said as the app finished installing, now look, this gives you a task from my to-do list, then records either video or photo's and sends them to me along with your location. Each shot includes additional data that will tell me exactly what was happening at the time. Each task will only unlock after you finish the previous one, and some at a specific time - these have an alarm so you can't miss them. You will take this bag along with you, and you can also take sufficient nappies to change while at your parents and for the journey back. This app also has access to all your contacts, messages, diary and email - if you try to do anything without my permission, I shall know.'
He looked at his `phone.
Finally', He said, you'll see this button here'. He pointed to a large `?' symbol.
I nodded.
`If you want to ask for permission for anything, then you press that button. It sends me a message so I can answer.'
Now', He said, I'm going to let the Internet decide how long you should remain in chastity. I've thought about this for a while and decided I'd give you a chance to cum one last time - and then it will be the last time, forever. However, it's for the net to decide when that might happen. The app has a number here', He pointed to a large 0:00:00' at the top of the screen, and this says how many days, hours and minutes you have left in chastity before you can be released. The app has the ability to upload a picture to social media sites along with a vote option. Anyone can see the picture and decide whether to add more time to your lock-up or not. I set it so that every new follower adds a day; for every like it will adds half a day; and for every re-post, it adds another day.'
He went over to his PC and entered his password.
We have to consider your punishment for complaining earlier and this will flavour your starting count', he said. So, I think it's 10 days to start and I shall upload these pictures and make the site live ...', He entered "10" and pressed return, "now!".
My phone beeped and the number at the top became "10:00:00". It beeped again and a notification appeared saying "Nappyboy will photograph his smooth legs and show his pissy onesie crotch and nappy within 2 minutes". The phone started playing a tick-tock' sound.
Go on', He said, do it'.
I grabbed the `phone and hit the camera icon. I took a picture showing the top of my legs and the crotch of my onesie stretched over the double wet M4s. I hit the "Ok" button and the ticking sound stopped.
I could see the picture arrive on His PC and `phone. Within a few seconds, the number at the top of the screen had jumped up by 3 days. My picture had been seen and shared already.
Excellent', he said, it's working. You are really going to enjoy the trip to your parents.'
The picture had also shown that I'd started leaking. My onesie was getting wet.
`Let's get you changed - you'll be wearing that again tomorrow, so we don't want you too wet today'.
We went through to the playroom where he motioned that I should bend over the a padded bar. He roughly removed my onesie and pulled my nappies down. He grabbed them and taped them back around my head. The smell was quite something as I'd been in them all day and leaked a lot of precum too. The whole of my diaper area felt cool now they were exposed to the elements.
He fastened my hands to the bench and then pulled my legs wider apart, exposing more of my plugged ass.
For a few seconds, I didn't hear anything and then there was a swish followed by sharp pain. He paddled me until the whole of my ass was red and tingling.
Then, He fetched his cane and said `you were naughty earlier and I won't tolerate that kind of disobedience - I said you would receive 15 swats with the cane and you will. Each is also going on to your page so that others can see that you've been naughty too - it might make people think about voting for extending your time in chastity. It's your own fault - had you been good, only that one picture would have gone up - now they'll see your head buried in that wet nappy, your hairless and plugged butt getting it, and then your re-nappied state afterwards. In the future, you might want to consider how you behave'.
I heard the camera-click sound from the `phone. Then the whoosh of the cane as it whipped through the air and hit my exposed cheeks. With each swipe of the cane, He took another photograph. When He'd finished, He turned me over, took another shot showing my caged cock and then put a fresh nappy on me. I wet it immediately and heard the camera click again.
He took the wet nappies off my face and led me back to the living room. I could see that the counter had already gone to 102 days.