You’ve told me I’m being conditioned for something bigger. With each passing week I feel myself getting more and more focused on pleasing you as I fall further and further down the rabbit hole. 2 weeks ago, I was introduced to wearing a diaper. As I left your presence it was dry, and it was removed. Last week it was barely used and it was once again removed.
This week a much bigger step was taken. This week you dismissed me with a dry diaper still on my body, secured with multiple layers of plastic wrapping and orders that I was not to remove it without permission. As with prior weeks, I had already been ordered to to drink 2 liters of water. This week before my time spent in your cage you had me drink was seemed like a teaspoon or less of something else. I don’t know what it was, but after a short time in the cage, I felt cramps. I thought for sure I wouldn’t make it through my time in the cage without releasing, but it seems my body still knows that it’s not supposed to release unless it’s into a toilet. I was dismissed with a dry diaper.
It stayed that way until the moment I arrived home. The cramping built and built the whole drive. I wondered if the small bit of liquid you had me drink was meant to keep me from releasing just so I would feel these cramps, but when I finally succumbed to them and released, the cramping immediately subsided. Per your orders I still had 3 hours left until I was allowed to remove the diaper. The extra padding you had lined it with seemed to soak up everything I released, so although I did release, I still was pretty comfortable. Nothing leaked, I was still able to function. 2 hours passed.
This is when the torture began. There really wasn’t the amount of cramping as the first time, but I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold this for an hour. I decided to go into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet. I used the diaper again. This time between the pad already having soaked up the first release and this release lasting a full 10 seconds longer, the diaper became very full. It became very heavy and very wet on the inside. I still had a little under an hour until I was permitted to remove it so there, I sat. Sitting in my own mess. I made sure it wasn’t leaking and stood up, but it had become heavy with liquid weight and had pulled free of the plastic wrapping. The padding on the inside was soaked. Any pressure put on it squeezed some liquid loose, so I had no choice but to remain standing to keep the liquid in. I don’t the next 45 minutes stand in my own wet diaper full of piss. My body had betrayed me.
And yet you still said I need to learn to crawl before I can walk. Which means this won’t be the last time I’m forced to go through this for your pleasure. At some point you are going to want to witness me in that last hour in person. You will want to listen as I moan while I release into the diaper.
The strange side effect was that it almost felt like an orgasm as it happened. It was pleasurable and humiliating at the same time. When I used the restroom after being allowed to remove the diaper the next couple times, it felt like an orgasm lite. Where I once craved only the feeling of your vibrator on my chastity device to achieve that feeling, now I kind of want to feel that release of cramps into a diaper for that same level of pleasure…especially after seeing the extra feminine shape it gives me as the corset gives way to the diapered hip area. There are quite a few outfits that are going to look a lot better with that shapely figure.
Maybe this is the point of this training?
