The Trainer – Chapter Three
After dinner and a bottle of wine, we relaxed together on the couch. Her hand was massaging my crotch gently, and she smiled and kissed me on the mouth when she felt the reward vibration from inside the diaper.
“Did you do that on purpose?”
“Do what?”
“Wet. Just now. Was that on purpose?”
I nodded. It had been. My bladder had been a little full, and I had intentionally relaxed and released.
“Hmm… well, it’s just day one. Can’t expect everything to happen at once.” We snuggled together for a while.
“So,” I had to ask, “what other things did you get to make life easier? And more importantly, what are the other things you got? That implies you got something that would not make my life easier?”
She laughed and cuddled even closer, her head resting on my chest. “Well… there are some surprises. Some things, like the bed pad and plastic sheet you’ve already seen. And the onesies. I got you some new pajamas, too.”
“Ok… so, again, what are the things that are not going to make my life easier?”
“There are a few surprises, but let me show you one right now. Come on upstairs, and let’s get you cleaned up for bed.”
She got up and took my hand. We went to the bedroom. “Wait here.” She disappeared into her office for a second and came back with a box.
“So, this is something we can do, or not. If you say no, that’s fine, but they you had better agree to do what I tell you without it’s help.” She looked at me as if she were trying to decide if she should show me or not.
“So… what is it?” If she were this nervous about it, it didn’t sound very good for me.
“So we need to get you clean every night. So, I need to take the device off. But I also need to be able to get the device back on you without a long argument or a struggle. You agreed when we made the bet that if you pull out in the middle of the bet then no more diapers, and I have a few pictures that may make their way onto the net. Right?”
I nodded.
“Well, here is a way to make sure we don’t need to make good on that threat.” She pulled the item out of the box. It was three straps and some chain. “This goes around your neck, like this..” She fastened one of the straps around my neck, and fastened it with a click, “and these bracelets go around your wrists.” She fastened the other two straps around my wrist. They were made of what looked like clear plastic, not terribly thick, except for what was obviously the locking mechanism, which was an opaque tan plastic box maybe an inch square and a quarter inch thick that both ends of the strap ran into. Looking closely, I could see little wires running through the plastic, but I could not see any key holes. There was a tiny blinking yellow light on one corner.
“Now, the nice thing about this is the chains can be quickly added or removed”, as she she put a bracket to the front of the collar, capturing a link near the middle of the chain. A similar bracket clipped to each bracelet, capturing a link of chain about a foot from the collar. I quickly figured out that I could reach only down to the top of my chest with my hands. The little leds blinked green now, seemingly happy to be doing their job.
She looked at me and took my tethered hands in hers. “This is optional. It’s not really part of the deal, other than I think it would help keep you honest. If you don’t like the idea, and think you can stay honest without it, just say the word and I will remove them. If you’re OK with it, I’m going to take off your diaper and your trainer and wash you up in the shower. I’ll make it a VERY enjoyable experience. OK?”
I realized that her hand was again gently massaging the front of my diaper, and as I released a little pee I felt the reward vibration add to the stimulation. How could I say no? I nodded.
She kissed me on the mouth as she began to pull my pants down, using a toe with her leg between mine to get them to the floor. She reached down between my legs and unsnapped the onesie, pulling it up around my chest. I was wondering how she was going to get it over my head with my hands fixed as they were, until I realized she was had her phone behind my back and was doing something. I heard two little clicks, and the chains fell away from my wrists. She pulled the onesie off, and refastened the chains, this time even higher, so that I could really only touch my neck and my shoulders.
She kissed me again and I felt her hands running over my body, as it to show my the difference between the state of my hands and hers. The kiss continued as she took off all her clothes in what seemed like one move, leaving her nude in front of me. I tried to reach for her wonderful breasts, but my hands couldn’t get there. Her hands running around the top of my diaper, around the leg bands, and over the crotch, sent waves of electricity into my crotch.
She guided me, wanting much more, over to the shower.
“We should get used,” she said, as she slowly peeled each tape, “to making sure you’re in a safe place before taking your diaper off.” I watched, breathless, unable to do anything to help.
“And look at this! Still safely locked up where we left it!” A few more buttons pressed on the cell phone and the device unlocked, my penis getting fresh air for the first time in a day. The wires from the flow sensor were unplugged, and the tube was removed. She turned the shower on and proceeded to wash me, taking great care to make sure I stayed very excited.
After I was clean, I was still harder than a rock. She brought me into the guest room, and the changing pad and a diaper were open and waiting. I lay down on them. She pulled something up from behind the headboard, and it clicked to my collar.
“Ssshhhh…. I just need to wash the device. Don’t go anywhere.” Another kiss as she pulled the diaper up between my legs, laying the front on top of me without taping it. The diaper looked like a lean-to on top of my excitement. As if she fully expected me to pee myself. Ha. Well, nothing I could do, so I lay there and thought in very explicit terms what wonderful things I would have done to her if only my hands were as free as my dick.
A minute of running water later, she came back in carrying the trainer. She had on a robe, which fell to the floor as she climbed on top of me. Pulling back the diaper, she mounted me, obviously very wet herself, and finished what we had started. After a few minutes, she was laying on top of me. “Perhaps we should have done that before your shower”, she whispered in my ear. “Oh well, maybe tomorrow night.” She had the flow meter re-installed in a few seconds, and quickly slipped the tube over my now-limp penis, using the remaining natural wetness as lubricant. It slipped right on, sending another jolt of energy through my loins.
I tried to reach for her, to flip her over and take her again, but I was brought up short by the tether to my collar. She completed locking the trainer on. “See, that’s why you’re locked up. Otherwise we’d never get you back in this thing! You’d just take me over and over and over! We’d never get any sleep!” She had a point there, I guess. She kissed me long and hard as she pulled the diaper up between my legs and taped it up. Reaching for her phone, she tapped something and the chains dropped away. The collar and the bracelets stayed, though.
“Urm, can you release these too, please?” I held up my arms to her.
“I think those can stay. They’re clear, so they’re pretty unnoticeable. If you need to go out of the house we’ll decide then, but in the meantime I want to show you something else I got you.” She went to the closet and pulled out what appeared to be pajamas. Then I saw that it was all in one piece. It looked like a babies sleeper.
“Oh, c’mon honey, now THAT’S babyish.”
“Yeah, it is a little babyish, but it would REALLY make me HAPPY if you’d wear it tonight.” She was still naked. I said ok. I’m way too easy. She slid the sleeper up my legs, and I put my arms in. There was a long zipper that ran from inside my thigh all the way up to my neck, which she zipped up. I was actually pretty warm and comfortable. It was the click at my neck again that gave me pause.
“Honey, what was that?”
“Well, this is kind of an experiment too. Again, you can say no to it, but I’ll make it worth your while to say yes.”
“But what is it?”
“Well, when you start wetting at night, we need to know if your diaper will take it. So, this is just going to make it so you can’t change your diaper tonight.”
“That’s it? There’s got to be a better way than this…”
“Well, it also does things like keep your hands out of your diaper, which we’ve already established that you have a problem with…”
“I’m sorry honey but no, there’s got to be a line here. This is it. Please take it off, now.”
She pouted. She slipped her robe on. She pressed something on her phone, and there was a click at my neck. I was able to pull the zipper down, and I started taking off the sleeper.
She was already out the door, and by the time I followed her to our bedroom I got there just in time to hear the door knob lock. The message was pretty clear.
I headed back to my room and sat on the bed, the crinkle of my diaper and the plastic bed sheet loud in the silence. A particularly intense ZAP got me in my groin, and I quickly let a stream into the waiting diaper as I lay down to sleep.
The End of The Trainer – Chapter Three.
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