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Daily Free-Write January 23, 2022: Out of Control
🕑 Added 2023-01-23 11:07:15 +0000 UTCCW: Pet Play, Extreme
I can hold it. I can hold it... come on... I can hold it....
I lie in my bed, the feeling of needing to pee growing stronger and stronger. I know I can hold it. Come on....
I let out a gasp of air and sigh as urine floods out and covers my crotch, flooding the inside of my diaper with wet warmth... Damn... I lost again.
I sigh and turn over onto my stomach, even as pee continues to flood out, soaking my thick padding and making it swell even thicker around my most sensitive regions. Involuntarily, I begin to hump it a little, adding to the warmth and stimulation I'm feeling down there. Damnit. I couldn't even try to stop myself from humping... I forgot to...
It's been almost a month since the doctor said I'd have to wear diapers from now on, and I'm no closer to my goal of regaining control... But at the same time... I love how it feels... It seems like I can't stop myself from humping them as soon as I begin to feel the warm wetness in front.... I can't seem to stop myself from...
"Rick? What are you doing in there?" The light flicks on and I freeze mid-hump. "Rick, are you humping your diapers again?!"
"N-no!" I splutter, my face burning hot with embarrassment. "I-I wasn't! I swear!"
My wife walks up and rips the covers off to reveal my padded ass, and the soggy padding sagging in front. It has a huge yellow area in front that's impossible to miss.
"Don't lie to me, buddy boy! I told you that if I caught you doing this again, I was going to have to take drastic measures. You leave me no choice."
"No, Martha! I'm a grown man! You can't do that!" But even as I said it, she was pulling out her phone and taking pictures.
"Oh, can't I, diaper boy? Then maybe I should just share these pictures with everyone you know. My pamper humping husband. Has a nice ring to it, don't you think?"
"No!" I say, sitting up like a bolt and reaching for her phone.
"Ah, ah, ah!" she says, holding it up with her finger over the send button. I freeze.
"Down on the floor, diaper boy... on your knees..."
"Martha... what are you..." I stop and quickly obey as her finger goes to press the button.
"Good boy!" she says, smiling and lowering herself down to eye level. "You're going to do so well in obedience training, I can already tell."
"Wha?" I ask, completely confused.
"That's right, boy. I've enrolled you in obedience training school so you can learn to be a good boy and control your naughty urges. You're going to have to spend some time there, and learn how to behave like a good pet."
"Pet?!"
"That's right, good boy. It's the best way to stop you from doing humpies without permission. Now. Put your paws up and beg... beg for mommy to send you to obedience school instead of sending these pictures to everyone you know."
"Martha, please..."
"It's your choice, Rick. I've had enough of your lies and nonsense. Enough of you trying to get out of diapers instead of listening to the doctor's sensible advice.... What is it going to be?"
I broke out into a sweat as her finger slowly neared the send button. At the last possible moment, I put my paws up and begged.
"P-please... please send me to obedience school, Mommy..."
"Are you sure, boy? You sure you don't want me to send these pictures to everyone you know?"
"I'm sure," I said, desperate to stop her from pressing that button. I could always reneg on it later, once those pictures were deleted from her phone.
"Alright, good boy. Then lay back and close your eyes. No peeking now...."
I was a bit worried, but I did as I was told. Then, I heard a click. I opened my eyes to find that she had put a collar on me and she was holding a remote control.
"Hey! What's the big idea?" BZZZT! "Oww..."
"Down boy," said my wife with a grin. I got down immediately, and she directed me to crawl down the hallway to my crate.
"This is crazy, Martha! Please don't do thi-" BZZZT!
"Into the kennel you go! Good boy. The collection team will be by shortly to take you to your new life as a good pup." I watched as she locked the doggy carrier shut with me inside. The warm wetness between my legs had grown thicker without me even noticing and despite my desperate situation I found myself grinding my diaper on the floor of my puppy cage.
"Enjoy it while you can, pupper, because pretty soon you won't be able to get your rocks off without your owner's permission..."
"W-what?!" BZZZT! "Owww!"
"And no speaking. Don't worry, they'll soon gag you so you won't be able to speak. Go ahead and make humpies, naughty boy. See if you can cum before the collection team gets you. It's your last chance!
Despite everything I began humping the floor of the cage furiously, needing to get my rocks off. I could feel the amazing feeling of the thick and squishy warmth between my legs as I humped away. It was better than pussy. Even if it was evidence of my complete and utter loss of control down there. I was so close... so close... and that's when the team arrived.
Comments
This is not my usual cup of tea, but it is extremely well written
first things first i LOVE pet and diapers some hypnosis in i hope. but black male, chastity without wanting it, this owner is so mean. i think he needs a "class" about how to handle a puppy properly. unless owner is nicer than first impressions i want to see tables tern. still i think this story will be fun if you plan on doing more of it
