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In my early 20's I was in a hetero relationship that was decidedly unhealthy. My friends kept telling me to get out of it and move on, but the heart never listens to reason. One night this man that was supposed to be sooo in love with me, beat the crap out of me, leaving me with a dislocated shoulder and stitches to my head, face and hands.
That night I called a girlfriend to come and get me from the hospital. She was the one person I could think of who was strong and would stand by me through the legal mess I knew would surely follow.
She took me to her place and told me I was staying there with her until my shoulder healed ( a good thing because I couldn't get around without help for a few days). She let me cry and rage and get my anger out of my system. She held me when I cried and stayed with me when the nightmares came. Her quiet strength was exactly what I needed and craved. I knew she was a lesbian, and I knew that she had very strong feelings against ever trying to "turn" someone. I felt so helpless with my injured shoulder. My ego and psyche had taken an equally bad beating. Kate was ever there for me. Because of the nightmares that just wouldn't stop coming, we fell in to the habit of sleeping in the same bed. It seemed so right and natural. I started to need the feel of her next to me at night. She never made a move or tried to touch me sexually. She was just there for me. I would wake up in the night sometimes and reach out for her. I just needed to feel the touch and the warmth of her. She would wrap her strong arms around me and there was no safer place in the world. Seeing her asleep beside me in the morning never failed to make me smile.
One night I woke up from a particularly terrible nightmare and found that she was holding me and rocking me. Her lips were in my hair and she was telling me everything was ok. My head was resting on her breasts and she smelled so good. I knew in that moment that everything between us was about to change. No longer would we be simply be friends, or temporary roommates. I had to make the first move because I knew that she never would. I couldn't seem to help myself, I just had to kiss her breasts. She didn't flinch or back away. She just held me tighter and kissed my head and neck. Her kisses finally met mine and became more and more urgent. Before I knew it we were making love in a way I never knew existed. It was heady and intoxicating. I couldn't seem to get enough of her. I wanted to please her in whatever way she wanted me to. That night she was a gentle, skilled and patient lover. She led me to heights that I didn't know existed.
It all seemed so natural and so comfortable. She was the gentlest kindest person I have ever known. She was strong for me. She took care of me and protected me. I could not imagine my life without her in it. Falling in love with her had happened without my conscious knowledge, but with my hearts full consent. She owned my soul.
She taught me about making love. Looking back now, it seems to me that I knew nothing before Kate. Nothing. I was a virgin for her and that pleased me. It pleased her too. She told me that I would forever belong to her because when you are truly in love and a virgin at love, that love belongs to the woman who first possesses you. Oh, she possessed me.
Little by little over the next couple of years, our sex play got bolder and bolder. We bought some toys to play with. She found that she really liked wearing a dildo in a harness and fucking me with it. I loved the power it gave her over me. She liked me to wear ben?wah balls during the day to stay aroused for her. She would drop by my office during the day without warning and take me right there on the floor (thank god for locks on doors!) She liked me to insert a butt plug in her and eat her until she commanded me to stop.
I always wanted her to be stronger and bolder with me. She seemed to thrive on it. So I guess we fell into our domme/sub roles. She wanted me to be completely femme and I loved doing it for her. I would dress just for her. I wanted her to go to work thinking about what I had on underneath my business suits. I was continually looking for ways to appear more femme for Kate. I would buy the sexiest lingerie I could find and be wearing only that when she came home at night. I let her pick out clothes that she would like me to wear at night and on the weekend. I learned to sleep in the nude because she preferred it that way. On the weekends, she would wear the dildo and harness all the time. It drove me crazy to know that it was there. We would go to clubs and she would ask other women to dance and rub up against them, just to get their reaction ?? and mine. Then she would pick a long slow dance and hold me tight to her, grinding the bulge into my crotch. She knew how to keep me at a fever pitch and I loved every second of the torture. I knew what waited at home.
We liked to shower together as it inevitably led to lovemaking. Kate would wash every inch of my body with loving and teasing strokes. Every once in awhile she would cup my cunt and ask me to pee on her hand. The first time she asked, she said she was just curious how it would feel. The smile on her face and the sex it generated, told me that she liked it a great deal. I figured that peeing in the shower was harmless enough and it made my darling so very happy.
One of her favourite things to do would be to keep me in bed playing for hours and hours. Sunday morning was her favourite time. No office waiting, and no alarm clocks. She would wake me up with her fingers and her lips. She could stay there and play all morning. I would often tell her that I had to pee real bad and she would tell me that I had to hold it until she was ready to let me up. No accidents allowed. She would keep me like this until it was agony and then she would come into the bathroom with me and play with me while I peed. I would come like crazy when she did that. There were times when I barely made it to the bathroom in time. There would be a little trickle coming out while I ran for the toilet. While she laughed at my urgent need, she would continually warn me that if I ever had an accident either on her carpets or in her bed, then I would be severely punished for being so bad.
I found that she would purposely make me wait until she knew that I was about to have an accident. It was like she wanted me to wet the bed so that she could mete out her punishment. I admit that I was secretly curious to know what kind of punishment Kate had in mind. I certainly never dreamed of what she actually had planned.
One weekend we went to a great party with lots of great food and drink. Every time I tried to head for the washroom something would distract me. Either conversation or dancing with Kate. I really over?indulged with the wine and by the time we got home in the small hours, I needed to go bad. As soon as the front door was closed, Kate was all over me. She said that she was horny and wanted to make love right there. I said just let me pee first and she said no way. She pulled me in to bed and she made me forget the need to pee because she was doing things to me to make me come and come. We fell asleep in each others arms.
When I woke up in the morning, I knew right away that the ultimate had happened. I had wet the bed during the night. I looked over at her and I knew that she would be angry with me. I wondered if she had really been serious about punishment. While I laid there pondering what to do, she rolled over and hit the wet spot. She came awake immediately and she looked so mad at me. She said she knew that this would happen sooner or later. I tried to tell her that it was an accident and that if she had just let me go pee the night before it would not have happened. I promised her that it wouldn't happen again. "Damn right," she said, "don't you dare move. Stay right there until I come back".
She got up and left the room. I laid there thinking that maybe this time the playing had gone too far. I was really afraid that she was going to hurt me (and considering the beating I had taken before, I had reason to be cautious).
By the time she came back into the bedroom I was whimpering and crying. She saw my fear and told me everything would be okay. She said she wasn't mad at me, but I did do something very bad and she had the answer for it. She had came back into the room with an overnight bag and proceeded to unpack cloth diapers, diaper pins, plastic pants and all the creams and powders. She told me that the punishment for wetting the bed was to wear diapers for her. She said that if I behaved like a baby who can't be trusted to keep the bed dry, then I would be treated like the baby I apparently had become. She said that I would have to wear them all that day and that whenever I stayed overnight with her I would have to wear a diaper to bed, because she would not tolerate another accident in her bed.
While I laid there, she cleaned me. She talked softly to me the whole time, telling me exactly what she was doing. She was so gentle and it felt so good to have her pay such close attention to me. I was surprised that I found her ministrations so comforting and pleasing. When she pulled the diaper up to pin it closed, she told me that she was doing this because she loved me and would always take care of me. I started to cry again because I had never in my life felt such love and protection from another person.
She cradled me in her arms and told me to trust her. That everything would be okay. She told me that I was not to try to take the diaper off. She was the only one allowed to change me. As I always wanted to please Kate, I decided to go along with her little game.
So for the rest of the day I kept the diaper on. Once I asked her to take it off so I could go to the toilet and she just said, "you know what diapers are for, so just USE it!". I tried to tell her that I just couldn't bring myself to wet myself. Kate said that I didn't seem to find it so difficult in my sleep and that I might as well go ahead and wet the diaper because she was not going to remove it. Of course I tried to hold on for as long as I could. It was agony and Kate knew it. That first time was really so very hard to do. 20 some years of training doesn't give up so easily. At first I could only manage a couple of small trickles and my body would clamp it in again. When the urge finally got to be just too much and I did let go, it felt wonderful! It was so warm and the diaper was so snug to me. I swear I came right there and then. For a few minutes I revelled in the feelings and sensations and then I asked Kate if, having done as she asked, I could take the diaper off and get properly dressed. She surprised me by taking me by the hand to the bedroom and simply changing the diaper and repeating the rules for the day. I was to stay in the diaper. No arguments and no more whining.
That evening she took the diaper off so I could have a shower. She joined me in the shower and as usual for us our lust took over. We started making love in the shower and kept on going right into the bedroom. When we finally were sated, she had me lie down and started diapering me again. I told her that I had thought she was joking about wearing a diaper at night and she said it was no joke. She would not tolerate another accident. I promised her I would stay dry, but she insisted. As she got me all ready for bed she kept telling me that this was for the best and I would thank her when I woke up with a dry bed. She got into bed with me and held me the way one holds a newborn and told me to suck on her breasts. It was such a strange and wonderful sensation. I had always loved her breasts, but suckling them while she patted my padded behind was so soothing and comforting. I fell deeply asleep that way.
The next morning when I woke up, I felt the diaper and knew it was dry. I remember thinking that I was glad of it and that maybe Kate would change her mind about this punishment, but at the same time, I thought that she would want it to be wet. I always have to pee very badly first thing in the morning and I had to go then. I reached out for her and started to wake her up by stroking her breasts. When I knew I had her attention, I took her hand and put it down to the diaper. It took some concentration, but I let go. I peed a huge amount and she could feel the diaper filling up inside the plastic pants. She smiled at me and told me I was a good girl for her. She said it was much nicer to have a dry bed and a wet baby in the morning. She rubbed me through the diaper until I came. I realized then how much I really liked the diaper. I also realized that I genuinely liked being Kate's baby.
So, this became a regular part of our lives. When we were together, she would diaper me and take care of me. She ordered some big baby clothes for me, and she bought bottles and pacifiers for me to use. She would make special formulas for me to drink. She bought disposable diapers because she wanted me to wear a diaper when we went out to clubs and parties. She said she wanted to know that I was all wrapped up for her.
One night when we were having a party at our place, Kate diapered me and told me that if I wet during the evening that I was to tell her and she would discreetly change me. She said that if I behaved, no one would ever know, but if she thought I was being a bad girl or I tried to hold out telling her that I was wet, she would change me right in the living room in front of our guests. Of course I wet, as Kate knew I would and she kept her word and changed me quickly and quietly in the bathroom. She knew that the mere threat of anyone finding out caused me anguish. Because we couldn't stay long in the bathroom together without drawing attention to ourselves Kate changed me standing up in the bathroom and kissed me long and deep as she pulled the tapes on the dry diaper. She whispered that I was a very good baby for her tonight and she was very happy with me.
In time I got very used to having the diaper on and to just letting go when I wanted to. The problem was that I started to notice that during the day I would sometimes not recognize the need to go and would have to run at the last second to make it to the bathroom. Sometimes I made it and some times there were little tell?tale spots in my panties. I started having little accidents in the car because I just couldn't hold it until I got home. With the realization that Kate was finally going to get what she had wanted all along, I had to admit to her that I wanted to wear a diaper all the time. She was, of course, all in favour of it. We worked it out so that I had disposables for during the day and my cotton ones for night. We would meet for lunch every day and she would change me (I still wasn't allowed to change myself) which often would lead to a quickie in the bathroom stalls.
Over the years, Kate became more and more like a mother to me both emotionally and physically. Our lovemaking never lost its intensity or its passion. I became totally dependant on her for my care. I couldn't wait to come home from the office every day just to fall into her arms and feel her strength and her love.
Our careers started to cause some problems for us. At first, it was only Kate who went away on business, and she had arranged a babysitter for me. She somehow managed to arrange with a friend of hers that could be trusted to keep quiet to come over in the morning and again at night to change me. This woman was kind and understanding. I never knew how she arranged it, but it always worked out okay. Of course the rule about not changing myself still stood and so I had to be very careful of my fluids while Kate was away because I was only changed twice a day until her return. When the time came for me to travel, it then became the problem of travelling with my diapers and who would change me when I was staying in a hotel. I suggested that maybe it was time to potty train me, but Kate was having none of that. She insisted that I stay in the diapers although she finally had to allow that I could change myself when I was away on business, but only when I was away alone.
She told me that she was positive that I would never stray from her because I would never be able to admit to anyone else that I now had to wear a diaper all the time. She was right about that. I would never have told a soul. It did however, excite me to sit in a bar or restaurant and talk to people and be able to pee right in front of them. (it still does!) It would make me incredibly horny. (ditto!) Once in awhile if the evenings went very late, someone would make a comment like "don't you ever have to go to the bathroom?" and I would just smile and say "oh no, cast iron kidneys". Every night I would phone Kate and tell her all about sitting there peeing in front of people and not having anyone know it. I knew that she would be on the other end of the phone playing with herself, but I was not allowed to do the same. Only she could touch me. Only she was allowed to make love to me. I only wanted her and the waiting made it all the more delicious! I always knew that the first night back from any trip (hers or mine) would be sleepless!
I could not imagine life without her. She told me that we would be a part of each other's lives forever. She loved me so completely and with such passion. I wanted to be with her for the rest of my life. Sometimes though, life gets in the way. We both have good careers and hers called her. She was to go to the Far East for two years. I knew that would be the end of us. I knew in my heart that she would meet someone else and I would have to learn to live without her. She is so breathtakingly beautiful that I couldn't imagine her being alone for long. Kate needs to have a lover. She craves intimacy and I knew she would find it elsewhere if I wasn't there to meet her needs anymore. It was a heartbreaking time for both of us but more so for me as I had visions of her in the arms of another and it made me weep.
In the ensuing years we have seen each other whenever schedules and travel permit. We have managed to meet up in some fairly distant corners of the earth to steal a few days together. It never ceases to amaze me how easily we fall immediately into our old relationship. I become totally sub/femme and she gets domme and strong. She always takes care of me and I always want to please her. She always arrived with some new little baby gift for me and I would revert back to her baby the instant that she touched me. Because of the intensity of our reunions, I have always known that in some way or another we would truly be a part of each others lives forever.
I admit that without Kate, I have made an attempt to lessen my dependency on diapers. Being a baby alone is hard and I tried to train myself back to just a Poise pad or Attends pad and not a full diaper during the day. Nighttimes were always given up to diapers as I long ago realized that I will never again have a dry bed. Buying the Poise pads was a little less embarrassing than buying disposable diapers and easier to find where I live at present. I certainly missed the feel of a diaper during the day and certainly reverted to them in the evenings and on weekends because I could use my cotton ones with my plastic panties. The pads were not easy to get used to and I was constantly aware of how much liquid I was taking in. Some days I would have to change the pad 4 or 5 times. Other days, I approached potty? trained and managed to only go through one pad at the office. Over time though, I longed for the feel of the diaper and the security that they give me. I have returned to them of my own free will and in knowledge that I have now lost total control and can no longer function any other way.
Meeting other women who share my feelings has helped me enormously to accept who I am.
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