Daylight breaking through the curtains woke me on Sunday morning. I had pretty much forgotten what had happened when we got back in. I did, however, become aware of a few things as I came to my senses.
Firstly, I had a mild hang-over. Secondly, I had a big bulk around my waist and I was very, very wet. For a moment, I panicked thinking I had wet the bed, however, I remembered I was nappied and relaxed a little. I was actually desperate to piss and thought `what the hell', and just let go - for the first time, I filled my nappy while lying down. Immediately that warming sensation started - I could feel piss running down the inside of my cage and down my balls before flooding my already soaked nappy.
I moved my hands to rub my nappied crotch and realised that I had mittens on - big padded mittens. Taking stock of my position, I realised I was wearing my onesie but would have no chance of changing myself with the mitts on!
I finally stopped pissing as He came into the bedroom.
"Good morning Nappyboy", he said casually as he approached and felt the front of my onesie, "you were more than a little hammered last night!"
I grinned sheepishly and mentioned that my head certainly felt like I had a good night. I asked about the mittens ...
"Oh those", he said, "you undid your onesie without permission last night, so I thought I would prevent it from happening again. Have you emptied your bladder yet - remember, no holding it any any time?"
I nodded.
"Good, well, lets get you cleaned up and properly locked!"
We went into the play room, where He had already laid out a towel and a fresh nappy. The CB6000S was laid out - there was little doubt I was going to have that on by the time we were done.
He unpopped my onesie crotch and pulled the garment over my head. I noticed then that I was wearing plastic pants over my nappy. Seeing my surprise, he smiled.
"You needed them last night - I wasn't sure if you'd soak my bed."
He put wrist cuffs on me and fastened my wrists behind my back before removing the mittens. Next, he unpopped the plastic pants and I felt piss running down my legs onto my feet and the towel.
"See - I knew you'd need them!", he said, dropping the pants on the floor.
Then he undid the nappy tapes and it fell to the floor with a thud.
"Nice to see it properly used. I want it like that again as soon as you can".
"Ok", I said.
He went to the living room, leaving me naked apart from my watch, necklace and CB6000. The air make me more aware of my smooth state - especially where the nappy had been, and where piss had run down my legs. I could see the marks where the nappy and plastic pants had been. I was straining inside my cage, I really needed to cum!
He came back with his house keys - my cage keys were on his keyring. He undid the lock and my cock pushed the cage outwards. It was a relief to get a proper hard-on for once. He pulled the top of the cage off, then undid the pins holding the rest of the cage together, before removing all the pieces from my body. He examined my penis and balls.
"Hmm. Veet required", he said, "I want you completely smooth before we put the other one on".
He bent down and grabbed a bottle of baby oil. He opened the bottle and put a few drops on my hard cock and started to sank me off, very slowly. After a few minutes, I was ready to blow, and my balls started to retract. Just before I shot my load, he stopped, leaving me completely hard and my cock twitching in protest.
"Veet, then shower", he said.
"PLEASE", I pleaded, "finish me off - I need to cum!".
"No", he replied, "Nappyboy won't cum. But it doesn't stop me having a little fun. Proper Nappyboys never cum".
With that, he grabbed my hard cock and led me to the bathroom with it. While I stood there, he covered my balls and up to the circumcision line with veet. Then he covered my arms, body and legs with the cream.
"Stay there", he said, and headed for the playroom. He came back with my plug - in my hung-over state, I hadn't noticed it wasn't in me. He started washing the plug in the sink. Once done, he put it on the side of the bath and pulled at the stubble that had formed on my balls. It came off easily so he turned the shower on.
He stripped, then told me to get in the shower. Gradually, he washed me down. As the veet disappeared, so did any recent hair-growth. I was completely smooth again. With my arms fastened behind my back, he washed me down, paying particular attention to my still-hard cock and balls. Masturbating me again right to the edge - then stopping before I could cum. This was driving me insane.
Roughly, he turned me round, spat on the palm of his hand, rubbed the spit onto his cock and then entered me. I could feel his hard-on inside me and for a while, he stayed in me, the warm water running down us. I loved this feeling - him, embedded in my ass, the water running over my smooth skin ... and then I felt him piss in my ass.
It seemed like he pissed for ages. Eventually he stopped and then started a regular in-out movement - pulling out right to the tip of his penis, before ramming it all the way back in. I felt his balls against my hole each time.
He increased his pace before eventually slamming into me and unloading into me. I felt every twitch as he came: pulse after pulse of cum landing in my bowels. He stayed in me for a few moments and kissed the back of my neck. Goosebumps rand down my neck and back.
After a few minutes, his softening penis dropped out of me, and he washed it before turning the shower off.
"Right", he said, "use the toilet to empty out - but bear in mind that that's a privilege at the moment - I remove ALL your bathroom rights if I choose".
It's awkward using a toilet with your hands fastened behind you. But, use it I did. His piss and cum acting as a mini-enema, I evacuated while he watched. Obviously, he wasn't going to leave me in the bathroom on my own!
"I've finished", I said.
He told me to hop back into the shower and used the shower-head to clean my hole. While I stood in the shower cubicle, he went back to the playroom and fetched the CB6000S. He grabbed the shower head, and then turned the water to cold. Aiming the freezing cold jet at my cock, it went soft immediately.
"Excellent!", he exclaimed, "never fails!".
He fastened the base of the CBS ring behind my balls and then put a thin sock over my cock. He put the cage body over the tip of my cock and pulled the sock through the piss-slot at the end of the cage. By doing this, he got the smaller cage over my cock, with my cock properly in position inside it. He grabbed the lock and snapped it shut. My cock was now in its smaller cage - one that it would get used to over the coming months.
He grabbed the plug and then told me to follow him back to the play-room. I followed, expecting that the nappy would go back on immediately.
He unfastened my arms and applied a set of leg-cuffs to my ankles. Then, he bent me over the edge of the cage in the corner of the room and fastened both leg and ankle restraints to the outside corners of the cage, This position meant I was spread widely over the cage, my ass and hole exposed and my newly caged cock-dangling between my legs.
"Now, about last night", he said, "we got you a brand new onesie and you made a mess of it - look!"
He fetched the dirty onesie over and showed me piss-stains around the crotch and lower-back.
"This will have to stay like this until I decide you will wash it - understood?", he asked
"Ok", I replied quietly and then yelped as his hand met my exposed ass.
"Good!", he said, and proceeded to spank me for making a mess of my new clothing.
When my backside was stinging and bright red, he lubed up the plug and pushed it home. It was still a struggle to relax enough to get it in, but he kept a constant pressure on my hole until it finally popped in and clamped shut around the base.
He stepped back to look at his handiwork and nodded in appreciation.
"That's better. But I think we might invest in a pig-plug for you", he said.
I didn't know what he meant until I looked online later - then I realised that a pig-plug was open in the middle and would hold me open too.
The spanking and plug-insertion had my cock straining at the CB6000S, the shorter cage making it more uncomfortable to stay hard.
He fetched an M4 from the cupboard and proceeded to put the nappy around me. Once done, He unfastened me from the cage , the top of my legs where my backside had been spanked creating a contrasting bright red against the white of the nappy. While he unfastened my ankles, I pissed myself so that when I stood up, the wetness indicators were already beginning to show.
He looked approvingly at the nappy before throwing the dirty onesie at me and telling me to put it on. Although I would never admit it, I appreciated the shorter cage of the CB6000S as it was more comfortable under the nappy and onesie.
We went through to the kitchen where he made us both a coffee. He also passed me a pint of water.
"You need to rehydrate - not just for the nappy either!", he said, smirking.
My hang-over had pretty much gone by now anyway. But I gulped the water down and we took our coffees through to the living room. He put the new CB6000S keys on the coffee table as we sat down.
"I have put the keys there for a reason", he said, "We have had some fun over the weekend, and I would very much like it to continue for as long as we hit it off. In reality, this means you become mine over time. And this means that the nappies stay on 24/7 and that you gradually become my Nappyboy, never cumming, always smooth, always wet. We have set up virtually everything as if it is to continue - but it's time for a reality check."
He tapped the keys.
"These are the keys to the CBS. You can take them with you when you leave today because I know you have work tomorrow and may bottle out of `our arrangements'. Or ...", he paused and then continued, "... you can leave them here, on this table."
He stood up and went to the kitchen, then returned a few minutes later with another pint of water. I hadn't touched the keys.
However, there were things I needed to do before work the following day so, after a brief lunch, I headed back to my place.
I was now on my own, and here's where the reality of my state started to set in. I was to send a text message to Him every time I changed my nappy. I had no conventional underwear and was forbidden from cleaning my pissy onesies until given permission. I had to have explicit permission to wear plastic pants, even for work. And, of course, I was in a CB6000S - so I had no way of masturbating.
I kept consciously pissing myself while I set about my work preparation. Periodically, I had messages telling me to drink another pint of water. By early evening, I was in desperate need of a change and sent a text message to Him saying I was about to put a fresh nappy on. He responded telling me to strip completely to change, then wear nothing but my nappy and then immediately listen to the track named "UW1" from those he had copied to my server.
I stripped. My nappy was completely soaked and I put it in the nappy-bin newly installed in the bedroom. I fetched an M4 from the nappy-drawer and put it on. Then I headed to the living room and sat down to listen to the track, as instructed.
The track told me to close my eyes as I breathed out, and to relax as I did. Over the next few minutes, I found myself becoming more and more relaxed until I couldn't open my eyes at all. This realisation sent me deeply into a hypnotic state and my mind began to drift. I can't remember much of what was said, but I do remember walking down a beach and a story about a river breaking its banks and never needing to hold back.
It seemed only seconds, but I had been under for over an hour. When I woke up, I felt completely refreshed - almost a sense of euphoric pleasure passed through every part of me. I felt compelled to text Him and say how good I felt. Then I realised I had soaked my nappy.
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