The Trainer – Chapter One
As I felt the pleasant vibration again, I knew I lost. This was the third time in the last hour that I was being rewarded without consciously letting go, and it was only Tuesday.
~~~~~ It had started close to three months ago. My wife and I were playing around in bed, openly discussing some of the more kinky aspects of our desires.
“So, I know you like wearing them, but what about wetting them?”
I hesitated. “Yes, I like wetting them.”
“Why?”
“Because that’s what they are for. If I wet them, then I can sort of pretend that I need them, which somehow lessens the guilt of wearing them.”
“Do you usually just wear one, or do you change once you’ve wet one?”
“Well, I’ve done stints of several days, even two weeks once… but usually it’s just one and done, if you know what I mean.”
“So, what about messing them? When you wore them for two weeks, did you do everything in the diaper?”
That was an easy one. “Wetting is OK, but not messing.”
“Why not?”
“Yuk.”
She laughed. “Yeah, I have to agree with that.” She looked at me a little more inquisitively, her hand touching the side of my face. “If pretending that you need them lessens the guilt… would you like to have wear them? Like a baby?”
“Not a like a baby. The whole baby thing is not for me. But I think it’s a fantasy to have to wear them… nice to think about here in bed, but probably not what I really want.”
“I wonder if it’s even possible to un-potty train an adult.”
My answer here probably came a little too fast. “Well, there are hypnosis files, but they didn’t work.”
Her dark eyes flicked to mine.
“So you’ve tried?”
I sort of gulped. “Yes.”
She got out of bed, intentionally and very intimately climbing over the top of me, and walked naked to the closet. She pulled out a bag I thought I had hidden better, and produced an Abena M4 and some powder. As she walked back, she opened up the diaper and told me to lift up. Sliding the diaper under me, she spread powder over my diaper area. She taped up the diaper, doing a fair job for the first time putting a diaper on me. A few adjustments, and things were fine. She said nothing the whole time.
Climbing back over me, she cuddled into my arms, her hand resting on top of my diapered groin. “I Love You, you know. I know about that bag. It’s OK. There are only a few left; you should order some more.”
I didn’t know what to say, so I just stayed quiet and held her close.
~~~~~ Two weeks later, we were in a similar position. She was cuddled into my arms again, and looked up at me. “I see that the case of diapers arrived. Do you want to wear one?”
Yes… yes, I did. I just looked at her and smiled. She went to the closet, got a diaper and powder, and diapered me again.
“I’d like to make a bet with you,” she said as she pulled the diaper up between my legs.
“Ok….”
“I’ll bet that I can un-potty train you in one week. I need some time to get it ready, but that’s the bet, if you choose to take it.”
“So, if you win…”
“If I win, you’re un potty trained, and in diapers.”
“Interesting… not sure I really want that, but interesting. And if you lose?”
“If I lose… well… what do you want? How about I’m in diapers for two weeks? Something I don’t want, but at least I might understand a little more about them if I lose.”
I thought about it. It sounded good to me. I really doubted that she could un-potty train me in a week. I mean, I’d done some extended stretches longer than that, and never had the least problem afterwards. And then I’d get two weeks of her in diapers, which would be fun.
“OK, deal. When does it start?”
“I need a few weeks to get everything together. I’ll let you know.”
I realized that she had been kneading the front of the diaper, and I was rather excited again.
~~~~~ As the next few weeks passed, I was not allowed to open the various packages that came, and she spent a lot of time in our her home office on “work”. We worked for competing companies, and it was not unusual for us to not be able to talk to each other about what we were working on. We handled it by having separate offices. Her office was filled with computers, workbenches, and other tools to work on the card readers, digital signs, and other prototypes that she built, while my less cluttered office was mostly used for the programming I did.
It was not usual for her to disappear behind a closed door during crunch time at work, and I didn’t question anything.
~~~~~ Earlier this week, I was tied up. Not an unusual thing; we both enjoy a little light bondage with some soft rope and blindfolds. We had just finished a rather marathon session, and she was laying on my chest basking in the afterglow. She turned her head so she could look at me.
“You remember the bet we made?”
My mind was thick and slow.
“About un-potty training you?”
Oh, right. “Yeah?”
“I think it’s time to start.”
“Urm. Ok. What does that mean, exactly?”
She got up and I admired her naked body as she threw a robe on. I heard her walk into the hallway, and her office door opened. She returned in a minute holding a box.
“Here’s how it’s going to work.” She smiled broadly, and I realized that my hands were still tied. I started getting a little nervous. She pulled something out of the box. “Remember this?”
Uh oh. I slowly nodded my head. Some time ago we had talked about chastity play and I had gotten the device. We played with it for a little bit but we decided that it really wasn’t something either of us were really into.
“I made a few modifications to it.” She pointed at the red box mounted on it. “First, there’s this. A little control box using some off-the-shelf components. And, there’s this, a few parts that will help us out. There’s a flow meter, which goes here.” She held up a part which looked like a short catheter with some thin wires handing out and a mushroom head on one end, which she spread some lubricant on and slipped into the end of my penis. “We’ll use a little of this skin-safe adhesive to hold it there.” I tried to struggle a little bit, but a quick grip of my balls settled me down. She applied something from a bottle onto the end of my penis, and the mushroom end of the flow meter was pressed to my skin. In 10 seconds, she let go.
“Then we put this on.” She took the CB-6000 rings and moved them into position. “And lastly this.” She lubed up the inside of the CB-6000 tube, and slid it on, the wires from the flow meter being run inside the tube to the red box mounted on the CB-6000. I craned my neck to see, and realized that the red box covered the area normally occupied by the lock.
She pulled out her cell phone, and launched an app. “Let’s see if this works. First, let’s lock it.” She pressed something on the phone screen, and I heard a tiny click from the box. A green light started blinking intermittently on the box.
“Great. You’re locked in.” She retrieved a diaper and slid it under me, pulling it up between my legs but not taping it. I continued craning my neck, struggling to see what was happening down there.
I started to say something, but she hushed me. “Wait, wait, now, for the fun part. There are two other surprises that I added. Can you pee a little bit? You’ll like this part.”
“I can try…” It took a few seconds of concentration, but I felt a little pee escape. When I stopped, I felt a very pleasant vibration on the bottom of my dick and my balls. It felt very good.
“That’s the reward. Whenever you wet, you’ll be rewarded. Now, on the other hand…” she pressed a few buttons, and suddenly I felt a little prick, like someone just stabbed my dick with a pin.
“Ouch!!!” I said, trying to simultaneously sit up and reach down to the affected region, a motion which was impossible with my hands still over my head.
“That’s the punishment. It will be light at first, but if the device detects that you haven’t peed in a while, it will remind you. If you pee often enough, even a little bit, then you won’t be punished. Over time, the algorithms will change, though. I get feedback right here”, she said, showing me a graph on her phone, “that tells me when and how much you peed, and I’ll be adjusting the settings over the week depending on how you progress.”
She closed up the diaper, fastened the tapes, and untied my hands. I sat up, and she sat down beside me, rubbing my wrists for me.
“So, this is the experiment. You remember the bet… this lasts a week. At the end of the week, on next Sunday, I will remove the device and you’ll have the opportunity to go without diapers. If you have more than one accident, or ask me for a diaper because you think you will, you lose. You’re in diapers, and we’ll put the device back on for a week or two to make sure the job is done.
“If you make it through 48 hours you win, and I will start my two weeks in diapers. If you give up in the middle of this, meaning you take the device off, then I don’t want to have anything to do with diapers. No more diapers in the house, no more changes, no more talking about them. And in the worst cases, I may choose to share certain information, and pictures of you, with my friends. But only in the case that you quit in the middle. Understand?”
I understood. This was going to be interesting.
“OK, I think you’re going to have an interesting night, so I prepared the guest bedroom for you. You should probably drink a lot of water. I love you.” She kissed me, and left the room.
The End of The Trainer – Chapter One
If you want to read more stories about ABDL boys you can find a list here: Diaper Boys – Index