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The evening was uneventful after the extremes of the weekend. Just before I went to bed, I sent a text message advising that I was about to change my nappy. Almost immediately, I got a message back "Ok, but play the playlist called `night' - on repeat. Drink at least two litres of water now then sleep well."
After drinking the prescribed two litres of water, I headed to the bedroom and started to change. I was really wet and I took my time cleaning everywhere thoroughly, thinking I'd shower in the morning before heading to work. My balls ached and I was desperate to cum. I understood why I was in the CB6000S now.: I would have played had the opportunity presented itself.
With the old nappy in the nappy-bin, and a new one firmly fastened in place, I climbed into bed and found the playlist on my system. I set it to repeat and let it run while I sank into a deep sleep.
The alarm woke me up with a start. I could hear a voice from my system but left it running in the background. As I moved, to turn the alarm off, I had a shock. My nappy was soaked! I had pissed myself overnight and not even woken up. I still needed to piss and my cock was straining in its cage - but I had wet my nappy - overnight - without waking up. This was the first time I had ever pissed in my sleep since being a child. I let go and flooded my nappy with the little that was left in my bladder.
My cock was clearly pleased with its overnight activities, but the cage would stop me from enjoying myself with it, perhaps for some considerable time: He had sounded pretty serious about a permanent cum ban. I wondered if he was really serious about that.
I ran my hands down my body and over my soaked nappy. Just as I slipped a hand inside to feel the wetness, a buzz from my phone indicated that it had received a text message. It was from Him and I opened it:
"Hope you slept well. Did the tape work for you? Clothing today for work: fresh nappy, dirty onesie from yesterday, grey trousers, white shirt, black socks, black shoes. Confirm compliance with a `photo. Two spare nappies allowed in your bag."
I sent a reply immediately "I woke up having wet my nappy overnight, so I think the tape worked. Understood with the clothing - can I ignore the onesie though as it's work?".
He called me.
"No, you can't ignore the onesie.", He sounded annoyed, "For having the cheek to ask, you get a punishment on account. I've also changed my mind - you only get one spare nappy today. Use it wisely. Drink two litres of water in addition to your morning coffee and let's see if the hypnosis will hold! I want you to write the date and time over the tapes supporting your new nappy before you photograph yourself in it. That way, I can confirm you haven't broken the rules when I ask you to photograph your change later. Now, stop asking stupid questions and do as you're told!"
With that he hung up. I was blushing when a text arrived saying that despite annoying him with the onesie, how pleased he was that I had wet overnight. Along with a "a sign of things to come. Get used to it Nappyboy, you'll NEED to wear overnight soon enough".
I stripped off my wet nappy and looked down at my cock. It was still hard and I hoped it would go down as the cage was really pulling on my balls. The fact that I was so smooth everywhere didn't help matters, I hadn't realised how much the hair removal would focus my mind on my body. For any tops reading this, a complete body shave really does make a sub feel different! Like with me, I could feel every single movement more intensely, including a stream of precum that oozed out of my caged cock and clung to my inner thigh. Until now, I'd never been into nappies or being completely smooth from the neck down.
I showered, making sure I cleaned as much of my cock as the compressed erection and cage combination would allow. This was getting frustrating: but I guess that was the point! While cleaning my backside, I gently slipped a finger and then another into my hole. After a couple of minutes finger-fucking myself, I suddenly became aware that I was doing it - and stopped. I hadn't fingered myself in years. Putting it down to the cage and a generally horny state, I dried myself off - but was still hard, and still oozing precum. At this rate, I thought, I'd need a nappy just for the precum.
Old nappy in the nappy-bin, new nappy on, I went to the kitchen and made myself a coffee. While it was brewing, I drank the prescribed two litres of water. In the bedroom, I saw I'd received another message - this time a series of pictures showing Him wanking and cumming over his chest. The final part of the message read "This is what tops can do. I shall save my cum for later. You will enjoy it". This really wasn't helping with my erection problem.
I sent back a "sod, that doesn't help!" and started to get dressed.
I regretted not having put the onesie somewhere better, it was crumpled and still a little damp around the crotch. However, I put it on and then got dressed for work. Looking in the mirror, I felt relieved that I couldn't make out the nappy waistline, although it looked like I had gained a little weight perhaps.
I gulped down the rest of my coffee, grabbed a single M4 (putting it in my laptop bag) and then headed out to the office.
Perhaps I put a little too much detail in the above, but I thought I would write it as things happened. For me, though, I now look back and am surprised that at no point did I consider going to work without my nappy on. It simply never crossed my mind. Apart from a minor doubt about wearing the onesie, I simply did as I was told. The realisation would hit me when at work later that day: I could have lied and merely said I had followed the instructions, but I didn't, I had taken another step in the full-sub direction.
On the journey to work, I kept dribbling piss into my nappy. However, during the hustle and bustle of work, I had largely forgotten to keep dribbling. At about 10:00, I received a message from Him saying "I hope you're keeping wet?". I immediately set about the task of emptying my bladder in lots of small spurts as I didn't want to flood my nappy. After I was empty, I replied with "I was wet before I got to work and I'm very wet now". A few minutes later, I received another message, "Good: go to the bathroom, write the time on your nappy and send me a photograph of it when you're done".
I scrabbled round to find a permanent marker pen and then headed to the bathroom. Inside the cubicle, I dropped my trousers, becoming aware of the faint pissy-odour from my onesie. I unpopped the onesie crotch and lifted it up so I could write on my nappy. I wrote the time as best I could and then took a photograph using my phone. Another lesson to learn - flash off, phone on silent in the future - luckily I was the only one in the bathroom. I hit send and then fastened myself up again. Once again, I could feel my hard-on pressing against my cage. This 'being controlled' must really push buttons for me at a subconscious level.
In reply to the picture, I received "Not wet enough. Drink 2 and no holding back". He wanted me really wet at work!
By about 11am, most of the original 2 litres had hit my nappy. I noticed a change in the way it felt. A wet nappy goes through a few stages - an initial heat, then a slight swelling with pressure around the wet areas, then after a while (and a lot of wetting), it softens and becomes - for want of a better word - gloriously squishy and extremely comfortable. Mine had formed itself around my balls and caged cock. I could feel it moving as I walked, and it was heavier so I was glad I was wearing my onesie (that would hold the nappy close to me and prevent my trousers being pulled down slightly by a sagging nappy). With the second couple of litres now in my system, I began to worry about how much more the nappy would hold before leaking. So much for concentrating on work!
Just after mid-day, I received a text message:
"I'm outside your office. Come to me now. Every minute costs a spank."
I grabbed my coat and bag and left for my lunch-break (at least as far as the rest of the office were concerned). He was standing opposite with his phone showing a stop-watch. It had taken me 8 minutes from when he had sent the text to me standing in front of him.
"Not bad", he said. "Come on, you're buying me lunch".
We headed across town to a gay bar I hadn't visited before. It was decidedly seedy - definitely a cruising bar. I ordered two pints of lager (I usually don't drink at lunch-time, but this was an exception) and we headed towards the back of the pub. Behind us were a row of lockers used, I gather, at night for those wanting to get changed out of their street wear. Posters advertised "buff" and "underwear only" nights. The place reeked of sex and alcohol.
It turns out that I didn't need to worry about drinking at lunch-time. He took both pints off me and downed the first. With me masking his actions somewhat, he pulled his semi-erect cock out and filled the glass, keeping his cock hanging out of his jeans.
"Drink", he said, "I still have some more in me yet".
I gulped down the fresh warm 'drink' and handed back the glass. He managed about another half-pint or so before passing the glass back to me.
"How was your night and morning?", he asked putting his cock back in his jeans.
Somewhat bizarrely, we chatted casually while I drank the rest of his piss and he drank my lager. I told him how I'd woken wet and about fingering my hole in the shower. I also mentioned that I was worried that I thought I would soon leak.
"Good", he said, "well, as you're working today, I'll take a look - come with me".
We went into the toilets and into one of the cubicles. The door had no bolt, just the remnants of where one had once been.
"Right", he said (a little too loudly for my comfort), "let's take a look at your nappy. Strip".
I must have looked a little shocked - surrey he didn't want me to strip off in here?
"STRIP!", he said more forcefully.
I stepped out of my shoes and took off my pants.
"Socks. Shirt - come on", he said.
I did as I was told, leaving me in my dirty onesie and soaked nappy.
"Geez, you're actually wearing that onesie too. Dirty boy!", he said, obviously pleased that I have followed his directions to the letter.
He reached down and pulled at the crotch so it unpopped revealing a soaking wet nappy underneath. He pulled the onesie up and over my head, rubbing the crotch around my nose before pulling off entirely.
Once again, I was extremely aware of my completely smooth state. My nappy sagged massively and the front had dropped to the point where you could see that I had no pubes, and anyone would see the padlock through the remaining plastic above the soaked padding.
"Excellent", he said, examining the writing and confirming it all aligned. He roughly pulled at the tapes and let the nappy drop between my knees.
"Hold that", he said.
I took the nappy off him and held it. I was cold without my nappy keeping everything warm. By now, he had opened his fly and spat on his cock.
"Turn around Nappyboy, time for lunch", he said.
With that, he pushed me against the side of the cubicle and forced his cock into me. He fucked me roughly for several minutes before I felt him slam into me. His cock spasmed several times and I felt his cum filling my insides. My own cock had been trying to escape its cage and had knocked against the cubicle wall with every thrust.
"Fuck yes!", he said as he pulled out. "Clean me off".
I squatted down, trying not to let his cum fall out of my hole while I sucked him clean. I ran my tongue under his foreskin and got every last remaining drop of cum from him.
"Ok, that'll do for now", he said, "put your new nappy on".
It was a struggle to put the new nappy on - I hadn't done it standing up and it proved too comical, so we both ended up laughing. Finally he took the nappy off me saying "you're too much of a nappyboy to even change yourself standing up!".
He put the nappy on me, taping it up tightly.
"Push some of my cum out", he said.
I pushed and felt a dribble come out of me.
"That's enough", he said, "I only want a bit in your nappy to remind you of what's inside. Now piss".
I managed to piss with him standing there. The wetness indicator began to change colour, and that was his cue to grin.
"Well done, get dressed again".
When I was dressed, he passed me a plastic bag. I looked confused until he pointed to my used nappy.
"Used nappies go in your nappy bin at home unless I say otherwise, remember?"
He couldn't expect me to carry my used nappy around all afternoon?
"Put your dirty nappy in your bag ...", he said slowly. "For hesitating, you earned another punishment!".
I rolled up the nappy and put it in the plastic bag. Tied off the top and put the whole thing in my work-bag. It was heavy and used up most of the space.
"I need to check you have filled your nappies before you can change them, so this allows me to inspect the lot in one go", he said by way of explanation.
At that, he held open the door and we walked past a couple of guys who had entered the toilets at some point. Both gave a knowing smile as I blushed a deep red.
"Come on nappyboy, back to work", He said, no doubt for the benefit of the guys in the toilets.
We walked back towards my offices. I could hear my nappy crinkle with each step and felt his cum trying to stick to the nappy lining around the base of my balls. Every piece of clothing rubbed against my smooth skin. My erection refused to go down as a result of all this stimulation. Feeling decidedly slutty, I headed back into the office and received a text message:
"Squeeze out a little more cum, and remember - NEVER HOLD YOUR PISS NAPPYBOY!, see you later for your punishments".
I wished I could masturbate: I felt slutty, dirty and ... stupidly horny!
I did my best to concentrate on work and managed most of the afternoon without incident. However, at four, I got a message:
"Drink 3 litres before 4:30. Photograph each to prove compliance"
This put me in a mild panic. If it took a couple of hours to finish and get home, I'd leak. While I was staring at the message, my office phone rang ... picking it up, it was Angela, the receptionist
"Hi Mike, I have a Tesco delivery for you".
I wasn't expecting anything but headed to the reception desk. There were two 1.5 litres of a fizzy apple-drink in a Tesco carrier bag. I took them back to my desk and took a photo, sending it to Him.
Neither bottle had its seal intact, but as the message came in from Him saying "Enjoy Nappyboy, I thought you needed some refreshment", I started drinking.
Within my prescribed 30 minutes, I finished off both bottles - one obviously had piss in it. After I finished both and sent the photograph of the empties, I got a response back saying "Told you I had saved my cum for you, hope you enjoyed it".
Now I had to watch the clock. I would have to clear work before 5:30 in order to get home without pissing too much. Looking back on it now, I am amazed that I never even contemplated holding in my piss. I just let it dribble out of me as I contemplated what would happen that evening ... I had survived my first day at work in an ever wetter nappy.
Just as I thought I had everything under control, I received another message:
"Oh, forgot to ask, did you notice which bottle contained the laxative?"