Posted by TD on January 29, 1999 at 23:57
After talking to you online about a new fetish that I had never heard of, I was surprized by my reaction. I couldn't wait to hear from you again, but finally, I am going to experience it for the first time and it is with you.
I didn't know how you were going to do it, but being forced just makes it so much more exciting!
I had never thought that you'd slip me a sleeping pill to make me drowzy and fall asleep. That's what you did. I woke up on your bed. I sat up and instantly realized that you had shackled my hands behind my back, gaged me and then put diapers and plastic pants on me.
I knew that is why I came to see you, but I was shocked with the ease that you had me subdued and diapered. I had no chioce, no chance to back out.
That's when you drove me wild when you came over to the bed when I sat up and explained my predicament to me. You explained to me how you could let my hands go and I could still not get out of the diapers and plastic pants because of the chain that ran through the waist band of the plastic pants with a lock in the back.
I really had no choice. That made it so exciting. I got hard in my diaper at the thought of it.
I tried to tell you that I changed my mind but could only manage a mumble through my gag. You knew what I was trying to say and told me that I was diapered and would stay that way until you said otherwise.
Being trapped in diapers got me even hotter and you could see that from the bulge in the front of my plastic pants.
You made a deal with me that if I drank the whole bottle of milk that you were going to give me, like a good boy, you would take the shackles of and leave my hands free. I nodded and agreed, what else could I do.
I drank the whole bottle down as fast as I could so that I could have my hands free. I didn't know that you spiked my bottle with a laxative but I would find out soon.
When I was finished with my bottle, I asked you to free my hands. You locked the gag back in place smiled and told me that you said that you would, but not when.
I winned but the gag muffled it.
You laughed and pulled me off the bed to stand up. Then you led me into the living room, my plastic pants rustling all the way. You sat me on the couch to watch some T.V. You turned on the T.V. and sat down on the couch beside me and put your arm around me. You pulled me close to you and we watched T.V. You took your other hand and kept rubbing it up and down my leg. Every now and then, you would run your hand right up my leg to the front of my plastic pants and rub my diapered crotch. The crinkling sound of the plastic pants echoed in my ears. Every time I hear that, I get embarrased and more excited. You notice that and keep teasing me that way.
After about an hour of snuggling on the couch and watching T.V., I realized in terror that I had to go to the bathroom. I squeezed my cheeks together and tried to get up off the couch. You held me there for a few minutes and teased me by rubbing my plastic pants again and telling me how helpless I looked.
I finally got off the couch and ran to the bathroom, for all the good it did me. Once I was in the bathroom, I couldn't lift the toilet seat. Then I knew why you hadn't freed my hands yet. Even if I could lift the seat, I still couldn't get my plastic pants off.
You had kept me on the couch just long enough because I was about to go to the bathroom weather I wanted to or not and it would have to be in my diapers and plastic pants.
I stood there staring at the toilet, helpless. You stood at the door and watched me as I lost to my predicament and stood rigid as I tried to squeeze my checks tighter together. You could tell from the look on my face that it didn't work, I had just filled my diaper.
Then you gave me a hug and tricked me by pushing me down onto the toilet. Sitting on the toilet spread the mess in my diapers and up over my balls. I moaned my displeasure into my gag. You hugged me again and told me what a good boy I was.
You took me back to the couch and freed my hands. You got up and went to the kitchen. While you were in the kitchen, I tried to get out of the diapers but the plastic pants stayed locked in place.
You came back with another bottle and told me that I had to drink all of it and took off my gag.
I begged you to let me out of the plastic pants. You told me that they were keeping the mess in my diaper. I begged you to change me. You told me that I wasn't ready yet and that If I didn't shut up and drink my apple juice, I would get a spanking.
I took the bottle from you and started drinking. I didn't even realize that you kept feeding me things that would make it harder to resist using my diaper that was locked in place by my plastic pants.
You held me in your arms again until I finished. You then took my bottle and brought two beers from the kitchen. You gave me one and told me to sit on the floor. You sat down on the floor across from me and pulled a deck of cards out of your pocket. I sat there on the floor in my messy diapers, trapped in my plastic pants and played cards with you. We talked about anything and everything while we played. I kept beggin you to change me. You just ignored me and you kept getting us beer.
Eventually, the beer got the best of me and I sat up straight and tried to hold it back. You teased me and then told me to "Just let it go, I was going to loose in the end.
I knew you were right, but that didn't help. I did loose and wet myself, adding to the mess in my diaper. I started to cry.
You came over to me and told me not to cry, "Your plastic pants will keep it all in . Then you rubbed me through my plastic pants, making them crinkle again. That embarrassed me and excited me. You rubbed me until I stopped crying and started moaning over the noise that my plastic pants were making.
You picked me up and led me to the bedroom. You spead a towel on the bed and then had me lay ontop of it. You locked my gag back in place then tied my wrists to the corners of the bed. I tried to resist but you told me that the only way that I would get my diapers change was if my hands were tied. I gave up my struggle and you tied my wrists. You rolled my bottom over so you could unlock the plastic pants. You slid them down my legs slowly. That was torture. Then you took my diapers off and cleaned me up. The whole time, you teased me about what a mess I made. That embarrassed and excited me at the same time.
Once I was all cleaned up, you rolled me over and told me that I had been a bad boy by whinning for a diaper change and proceeded to spank me. I started to cry almost immediatly.
When you were done with the spanking, you told me not to move and rubbed some cold soothing lotion on my red bottom. Then you rolled me onto my back. You picked out a new pair of plastic pants and squeezed them to make them crinkle. Hearing that noise, I started to get excited again. That made you smile at me.
You slid them over one of my feet and then the other. I shook my head no, but you ignored me. You slowly slid them up my legs, torturing me with the feel of them creeping up my legs. Once you got them in place, you snapped the waistband closed. That made me press against the front of my plastic pants. You patted the bulge in the front of my plastic panties. You told me that I was a good boy for using my diapers so quickly after having them on so I would be rewarded for using them.
You produced a bottle of baby oil and lifted the waistband of my plastic pants and squirted half of the bottle into them. You let the waistband snap again making me jump.
You started rubbing me through the plastic pants and teased me by telling my how silly I looked, how loud my plastic pants were and how much I liked what was happening to me. I shook my head no in protest. To prove your point you stopped rubbing my plastic pants. You made me admit, by shaking my head yes, that I wanted you to continue, that I liked wearing my plastic pants and diapers. I admited to everything that you said and you started rubbing me again. As I began to enjoy it and began to moan into my gag. You continued to tease me about my predicament and how slippery my plastic pants must be inside.
I soon made them sticky inside with an explosion. You continued to rub me through my plastic pants until my cum and the baby oil were well mixed and running down between my cheeks. I moaned a sigh of extasy. You then told me that you would be back when my nap was over and shut off the lights and closed the door as you left.
I must have squirmed around on the bed in my slippery plastic pants for an hour before I fell asleep.
I woke up to you rubbing my crotch through my plastc pants. You made me explode in my plastic pants again. You then slowly pulled my plastic pants down my legs, cleaned me up and diapered me in extra thick night time diapers and put new plastic pants on me and locked me in them. You freed my hands and pulled me off the bed and took me out to the living room for more games. I practically had to waddle because the diapers were so thick between my legs. That seemed to amuse you.
After three more bottles and another beer throughout the rest of the evening, you told me it was time for bed. You took me to the bedroom and pulled back the sheets. You took off my gag after telling me the I had to be a good boy and go right to sleep and no talking. You tucked me into bed and then went to the other side of the bed and got in. You put your arms around me and played wtih my diapers and plastic pants. All I could do is moan as I drifted off to sleep.
I woke in the middle of the night because of the need to pee. I quickly remembered where I was and what was happening to me so I tried to relax and just let go. Difficult as it was, I managed to relax enough to pee in my diapers. The warm, wet sensation crept through my diapers and plastic pants. I tossed and turned in my saoked diapers which made my plastic pants swish and crinkle loudly in the quiet darkness. I finally fell asleep again.
In the morining you woke me by rubbing me through my plastic pants and diapers. When I opened my eyes you said "Good morning sleepy. "Let's get up and get
some breakfast.
You unlocked my gag and made me sit at the kitchen table while you made breakfast. You let me have a cup of coffee and fed me a huge bowl of oatmeal and two bananas.
After the two bananas, you made me lay on the couch and drink a bottle of milk.
When I was done with my bottle of milk, you took it from me and told me that you were going to get me cleaned up. You led me back to the bedroom and strapped me back to the bed and gaged me. Once you had me imobilized, you unlocked my plastic pants and pulled them off of me. You told me that I was soaked as you took my diapers off. You cleaned me up with some baby wipes. I began to struggle to get free when you produced andother pair of locking plastic pants. You told me to settle down or I would get another spanking. That made me settle down right away. You teased me by slowly slidding the crinkling plastic pants up my legs. They made a loud swishing sound as the creeped up my legs. While you were doing this, you explained to me that I would be locked in the plastic pants and then I was to take a shower in them. After the shower I was to dry off and lay back down on the bed.
I did this and then you strapped me down and took off my plastic pants and started to unfold a disposable diaper for me.
I really struggled to get free now, I didn't want to be diaperd again and locked into the plastic pants. You threatened me with another spanking, but I did not settle down this time.
Having had enough of my squirming and trying to scream through my gag, you forced me onto my stomach and gave me a spanking. I cried almost immediatly. As soon as I calmed down, you stopped the spanking.
You rolled me back over and put the disposable diaper under me. You then rubbed baby lotion all over my rear, thighs and crotch. Next, you took a glob of petrolium jelly on your finger and slid it in my rear end and smeared it all around. I was instantly excited by that sensation and you noticed it. You powdered me and pulled the diaper up between my legs and fastened the tabs. Finally came the plastic pants with the lock, my mobile prison.
I hadn't been up for an hour and here I was, trapped in diapers and loud noisy plastic pants.
You handed me my clothes, this was the first time that I have seen them since I woke up diapered. You told me to get dressed. I looked at you in shock, you couldn't possibly expect me to wear diapers and plastic pants under my clothes.
You told me that if I didn't get dressed, you would take me out in just my diapers and plastic pants. I quickly got dressed, I knew you weren't bluffing.
I had a tough time getting my jeans over the thick diapers and plastic pants, but I finally managed.
I could hear my plastic pants rustle under my jeans as I walked. I became terrified at the thought of someone hearing my plastic pants and guessing that I was wearing diapers and plastic pants under my jeans.
You made me finish getting dressed and then we were ready to go. I did not want to leave the saftey of your house while trapped in my diapers and noisy plastic pants.
You pushed me out the door and once outside, you unlocked my gag and put it in yout pocket. I immediatly begged you not to make me go out in diapers. You just told me that if I didn't stop whinning right now, you would take me back inside and spank me and then take me out in just my diapers and plastic pants.
Needless to say, I shut right up.
We got into your car. You drove us to the mall and we just browsed through the stores. I was careful not to move when anyone was near me for fear that they would hear my plastic pants. This seemed to amuse you.
We shopped around for about an hour and then had some lunch. You got me a biggie drink with my lunch. When I told you that I didn't want that much to drink, you told me that I woulld drink it all or you would let everyone know that I was wearing diapers and plastic pants. I didn't argue and did as I was told.
After lunch, we shopped around the mall some more while I finished my biggie drink. When I was done wtih it, we went to the restrooms. All I could do was stand there and watch you use the urinal. You asked me if I had to go to the bathroom with a wicked grin. I told you no, even though I was begining to feel the need to go. I didn't want you to know, I was determined to hold back until we got home.
About twenty minutes later we were in a record store, when the urge to go to the bathroom had returned. This time it was very strong. I stood still and squeezed my checks together tightly. The oattmeal, bananas and petrolium jelly had done their jobs. The oattmeal and bananas made my poop soft enough to make it very hard to hold back and the petrolium jelly let it slip right out into my daipers. You noticed my situation right away and quiety told me "Good boy . I turned beat red.
I asked you how much longer would it be until we got home. "We'll see. was
all you would tell me.
We walked around the mall some more. You would stop in each store and I would find a place to stand still. That made you laugh at me in my predicament. I was thankfull that leaving my shirt out covered enough so that no one could tell tha I was wearing diapers and plastic pants. I was also worried that being trapped in messy diapers, I might start to smell. That would be a dead give away.
By now, the biggie drink was taking it's toll on my bladder. I didn't bother to fight it, I knew I would loose. I had to use my diapers for what they were there for as long as you had me locked in my plastic pants.
About and hour after I wet my diaper, you decided that you should take me home for a diaper change. You told me this and I paniced that someone might have heard you. I looked around, it seemed that no one had heard.
The car ride home was the worst. I didn't want to sit, but I had to sit in the car. You teased me all the way home. You recapped the whole trip to the mall.
You told me how you could hear my plastic pants crinkling while we were shopping. You also told me that some other people had heard them too.
I was humiliated. What was worse, I started to get ecited in my daiper and that made my diapers crinkle again. I so self conscious about them that I could hear the slightest sound they made. I was constantly terrified that someone would hear. Apparently they did according to what you told me that I hadn't noticed.
Back at home, you told me to go to the bedroom. In the bedroom, you locked my gag in place. I tried to resist, but you told me that the only way that I would get my diapers changed was if I was gaged and tied. I stood still while you gaged me. Then undressed as I was told. I stood there, gaged, diapered and locked in my noisy plastic pants. You let me see myself in the mirror. I took one look at mysef and became so embarrassed. To accompany my embarrassment, I was getting exited as I always do when I am embarrassed.
My diapers were obviously full. They sagged down between my legs.
You proceeded to shackle my hands behind my back and made me watch in the mirror while you slowly rubbed the front of my plastic pants. Your hand on my crotch, the crinkling sound of my plastic pants and the reflection in the mirror had me excited instantly.
You tortured me like that untill I started to moan. You commented on how noisy my plastic pants are, knowing that would embarrass and excite me further. You teased me further by telling me how full my diapers must be as you pressed your other hand on the bottom of my diaper.
You aske me if I wanted a diaper change and I shook my head yes.
You took me to the bed and tied my wrists to the bed. You rolled me over and unlocked my plastic pants. After slowly sliding my plastic pants off of me, you peeled the tabs off my diaper. You pulled my diaper off and cleaned my up with baby wipes.
You let me lay there for a minute. I was not wearing diapers. I enjoyed just laying there like that untill you showed me a pair of plastic pants and put them on me.
I struggled a little but settled down. You kept telling me that I like my plastic pants. A part of me knew you were right, but I couldn't admit that. You finally convinced me with a threat of another spanking.
You decided to tease me because I was acting up. You took my plastic pants and held them above me and snapped them so that the billowed out. Then you started to squeeze them to make that exciting crackeling sound.
That made me excited and I was waving in the air.
That was your cue, I wasn't going to resist. You slipped them over my feet and up my legs at an agonizingly slow pace.
Once my plastic pants were in place, I anticipated the snap of the waist band, but it never came. I opened my eyes and looked at you. That is when you let go of the waist band and let it snap closed.
My shock made you laugh.
Next came the baby oil. You poured the rest of the bottle into my plastic pants.
I dropped my head back in resignation and relaxed so I could enjoy my reward.
You told me that you wanted me to watch so you propped my head up with a pillow. Once you had me ready, you started to run your hand over my plastic pants.
You slowly rubbed the front of my plastic pants and talked about all the things that you could make me do while locked in my diapers and plastic pants. The things that you said just made me more excited. You made me go through another confession of how much I was enjoying my predicament before you let me have my final reward.
I exploded into the front of my plastic pants and you kept rubbing to make sure it was warm, sticky and slippery inside my plastic pants. Then you put out the lights and told me it was time for my nap and then left the room.
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