The Trainer – Chapter Six
Wednesday dawned early. I knew I had half-woken a few times during the night in response to the shocks, but I didn’t really remember how many times it had happened. The diaper, though, was soaked. Not surprising. I went to get my wife, and she again helped me through the process of removing the sopping cloth diaper, and replacing it with a disposable.
I decided that I was going to maintained more control today. I wasn’t going to lose this bet without a fight, if for no other reason than I hated to lose. And, I was beginning to realize what the stakes were. If changing in a public restroom filled me with fear that I was going to wet my pants during the change, then that alone was a good reason to win. I still didn’t think that wearing diapers was so bad, but it was becoming more obvious to me that the complications around it that made it difficult.
So, I resolved to win. And I did quite well during the day, really. I actually used the toilet a number of times, although the presence of the chastity cage made it a sit-down, rather messy affair. I consciously peed enough to keep the shocks away, but I made sure that every time I released pee it was intentional. I felt silly being proud that I had control, but I did. Maybe I had been wrong last night. Maybe I could still win this!
By late in the day, I was confident enough that I even stopped wearing a diaper. I just use the toilet every 15 minutes, which while it was annoying did mean that I could maintain control without punishment. My wife, absorbed in her work, didn’t seem to notice.
It was the wine with dinner, I think, that really did it. We ate in. My wife was making a nice chicken, and I opened a bottle of wine. She surely noticed that I was running to the bathroom rather often, but still didn’t say anything. We enjoyed a glass of Chardonnay while she finished the preparations. I stayed out of the way, trying to keep her from noticing that I wasn’t wearing any protection.
We sat down for dinner and I poured the second glass, when I felt the punishment shock and I jumped. I immediately felt the reward vibration.
“Are you OK?” My wife looked at me with some slight concern, as I paused, frozen. Had I just wet my pants? I felt around, but there was only a small wet patch.
I smiled. “Yes, fine. Just a little shock.” I made a mental note to get up and use the bathroom in 15 minutes, looking at the clock to mark the time. I didn’t need another surprise like that. I didn’t think that it would take all that long for my pants to dry; by the time I got up it shouldn’t be noticeable.
The dinner was really good, and my wife was in a very good mood due to wrapping up a project that day. The second bottle of wine was opened, and I was even more relaxed when the shock hit again. Dammit! I didn’t feel a reward vibration, but I did feel a large warmth spreading out below me.
This would be harder to explain away. My wife was looking at me again.
“It’s working, isn’t it?”
Yeah, it was working. I mumbled a “mmmm”, and again changed the subject, talking about her day. I tried to ignore the cooling wetness below. Maybe it wasn’t as bad as I thought it was. Maybe I could get away and change my pants before she noticed.
When I stood to bring the dishes to the kitchen, the extent of the damage was obvious. Even leaning my napkin tucked in in an attempt to hide the wet spot, it was obvious that the wetness covered my whole crotch, and even wet my pants down the legs a way. I wasn’t hiding anything. She noticed.
“Urm… that’s a heck of a diaper leak, there…” Her tone on the word ‘diaper’ indicated that she didn’t think that a leak was really the problem.
“Yeah, I’m not wearing one.” I’m not good at lying after a bottle of wine.
“I can see that. Why not?”
“Because when I was wearing one it was too easy to just let go. Without one I used the toilet.”
“You’re still trying to win this, huh?”
“Yep.”
She paused. She started putting things in the dishwasher. “I’m trying to figure out what to do here. On the one hand, you are right. We never actually said you need to wear a diaper. That’s true…” She drew out the ‘true’, and I waited for the ‘buuuuuut’….
“Buuuuuut…. I also don’t want all the furniture ruined. Look at the chair.”
I looked. The cloth cushion was obviously soaked.
“So, what are we going to do about this?”
I said nothing, just looked at her sheepishly.
“OK, since you have nothing, here’s the proposal. It has nothing in particular to do with the bet. If you’re having problems with control, for whatever reason,” she looked at me meaningfully, “you need to protect the furniture. You can wear protection, or you can carry around a chair pad, or whatever you want, but you’re responsible for making sure your ‘problem’ doesn’t damage anything. OK?”
That seemed reasonable. “OK”
“So go take care of it. I’ll do the dishes.”
It didn’t take long to change my pants and pee in the toilet, but after that I did put a diaper on. No use risking anything right now.
After helping clean up the dishes we settled in on the couch to watch some TV. We spooned, me holding her. An hour later, she jumped a little bit, and her hand moved down to my crotch. Then the couch. Then she jumped up.
She didn’t quite shout, but her elevated tone made it clear she wasn’t happy. “You’re leaking!” She looked at the couch. There was a wet mark. She also had a wet mark where I had been against her.
“You’ve got to be more careful! I told you I am NOT going to let you ruin furniture!” She was getting more exasperated as she continued. ”Part of the deal was that you could manage your own diapers, but if you can’t do it properly then I will!” She stalked upstairs as I lay on the couch.
Had I really peed that much? The device helped hold me pointing down, which should have made the side position I was in not such a big deal. I was kind of surprised that the crotch was fully saturated, and the diaper was clearly in need of a change. I got up. Just then she re-appeared. She was carrying cloth diapers and a bed pad.
“Lay down on this.” She put the pad on the couch. Her commanding voice wasn’t really leaving a lot to argue with. She pulled my pants down and put the cloth diaper under me before removing the disposable. She quickly pulled up the diaper and pinned it, then slid the plastic pants up my legs. After disposing of the wet diaper, she got me back up and proceeded to clean the couch. Luckily the micro-fibers had done a good job, and it wiped up pretty easily. She put the bed pad back down and gestured for me to lay back down. Cuddling back in, she resumed the show we were watching. After a few minutes her hand drifted back, patting my thickly padded bum.
An hour later it was time to go to bed. The usual ritual began… the chain attaching my hands to my collar, the intimate shower as she played with me, and tethered by my collar to the bed, laying on the doubled cloth night diapers as she washed the device. She came back in, and dropped her robe, climbing on top of me. It didn’t take long, with her hands caressing my body, for me to be ready for her. As she slowly mounted me, she leaned down to kiss me. As my excitement continued to climb, she was whispering in my ear.
“Remember how you told me that you wanted this because you wanted it to be OK to wear diapers, in your mind? How it would reduce the guilt?”
She continued moving up and down. My response was limited to, “Mmmmm……”
“Well, you had two accidents today, one at dinner, and one on the couch.”
“Mmmmmmmmm…….”
“It’s because you didn’t wear a diaper, and then the one you chose to put on wasn’t the right choice for laying down on the couch, right?”
The action was getting a little faster, a little more intense. “Mmmmmmmmmmm……”
“I think that I should be the one responsible for making sure you don’t leak. Would that be OK with you? No guilt at all if you leak on the furniture? All my problem? Wouldn’t that be nice?”
“Mmmm mmmmmmm….”
“OK, I’ll make sure that you’re wearing the right diapers all the time.” Her whisper in my ear coincided with a little move she made, a little faster stroke, something that put me over the edge. She joined me. She lay on top of me for a while before she got up, cleaning herself off using the still open diaper. She reached for the ring and tube attached them, pulling the front of the diaper up to cover them. Four quick pins and some plastic pants, and the sleeper. The zipper again locked with a click. Releasing the tether to my collar, she climbed up on the bed next to me.
“It’s OK, you know, “ she said. “I know that you really want to wear the diapers, but feel that you have to try to win the bet. That’s fine. But I know I’m on the side of what you really want. If you really don’t want to wear them then I’m sure you’ll be able to go a day without problems on Sunday. OK?”
I stayed silent. She took silence for acceptance.
“From now on I’m going to be responsible for checking your diapers, and making sure you’re wearing the correct diaper for the circumstances. I may change you myself, or tell you to change, but you don’t need to worry about when to change, or what to wear anymore. I think that will be less stress for you. OK?”
I nodded. That didn’t sound so bad.
“OK, I love you. Sleep well.” She kissed me again, and went to her room, leaving me laying there. Sleep followed quickly. I had very strange dream that the toilet I was using was vibrating, but I didn’t wake all night.
The End of The Trainer – Chapter Six.
If you want to read more stories about ABDL boys you can find a list here: Diaper Boys – Index