Diaper Punished

Michele got the new toy she ordered online today. It’s one of those inflatable butt plug enema nozzles. It’s black, it’s huge and does it’s job very well. She didn’t have it out of the box two minutes before she insisted we give it a try. Within ten minutes, I was locked up in the pillory and she was walking out of the bathroom with a two quart enema bag full to the brim.

With a little lube, she slowly forced the huge nozzle into my ass then squeezed the bulb a few times. She tugged on it a little, but it wasn’t going anywhere. The ginormous intruder was so big, I felt an intense urge to shit. Without so much as a word, she released the clamp and let the enema flow. Usually she has to watch carefully with a normal enema nozzle and slow the flow if I start to leak. But, with this huge plug in the way it wasn’t an issue. I started to cramp up, but she didn’t care. She was giddy with excitement at her new toy.

Once the bag was empty she announced the time as being 11:25 am and said she would be back to check on me in thirty minutes. The cramps began to subside after a few minutes, but the urge to poop was overwhelming. It got so bad, I even resorted to trying to push the intruder from my ass, but inflated it was just too large.

She returned thirty minutes later, as promised, though it felt like much longer. After deflating the nozzle, she insisted I be extra careful not to lose control as she slowly removed it from my ass. Once it was out, she quickly pulled my diaper up and then added a pair of tight plastic pants. She left the room without releasing me from the pillory and within thirty seconds I was filling my diaper with two quarts of enema.

It was a harsh experience, but I felt great about it after the fact. Kind of like a spanking. It stings when it’s happening, but the feeling in your ass afterwards is incredible.

When Michele first starting doing professional domination, she worked under another Domme named Trixie(stage name). Today we went to visit her, because she had just moved to a bigger dungeon and needed some help setting things back up. My primary job was to put all of her dungeon furniture back together.

They talked a lot about the old days and Trixie talked about some of the new tricks she had learned and toys she had acquired. This piqued Michele’s interest and next thing I knew I was a training dummy.

First she showed off her new bondage bed that was the reverse of a hospital bed. Instead of bending to allow a patient to sit up, it bent the other way to force someone laying face down to stick their ass in the air. Once she had my ass where she wanted it, my diaper came down and a butt plug went in. She then showed off her new spanking implements – five swats at a time on my exposed ass. A dozen new spankers left me with a sore butt.

Afterwards she started telling Michele about prostate milking. Went on and on about how if you milk the prostate, you can keep a guy from having an orgasm for weeks or even months. She donned a rubber glove and stuck two fingers into my ass and began massaging my prostate. Michele added a finger of her own to see exactly what Trixie was doing and before long I was experiencing the weirdest sensation ever as three fingers rubbed my prostate. After about ten or fifteen minutes, they started talking about the substance dribbling from my penis without me having an orgasm. I really hope orgasm control doesn’t become her next pet project!

Pardon the pun, but today I got to wear normal underwear for all of four hours. My parents drove down for the day and per our agreement before we started this whole thing, family visits trump diapers. So I got to breathe a bit as we went to dinner, then my parents left to visit my sister and Michele had me back in diapers before they even got off our block. Funny thing is, I was actually afraid I might have an accident. Got used to just peeing when I needed to…

It seems Michele had a Valentine’s Day surprise for me… She made up a cupid costume for me to wear(fully diapered of course) to a local fetish party. Everyone got a kick out of it. I spent all evening pretending to shoot people with my bow and arrow. Kinda lame, but fun.

I knew it would happen sooner or later, but to be honest it was one part of this whole experience I was dreading. I love my wife and I love our life, but sharing it with other people is hard for me. Michele is bisexual and I knew that while I would be the only guy in her life, she would have girlfriends as well.

Today she brought home an old friend that she hasn’t seen in two years. A very butch lesbian that works as a full time dominatrix. Her name is Mary and Michele had already told her all about me, but she pretended to be surprised anyway and made a point of teasing me. Mary spent the better part of the day here and it was my job to wait on both of them. Other than the occasional teasing from Mary, I was mostly just ignored.

After dinner, Michele put me in my night diapers two hours earlier than normal and told me they were going out and I need to go to bed by 9pm. So, I’m posting this in a bad mood and then headed for bed. Tempted to stay up and watch a movie, but never know what trick she has up her sleave to keep an eye on me. Good night all!

Well, I had my first diapered visit to the doctor’s office today. I’ve had over a month to get used to wearing diapers all the time, but I’ve known my doctor for a long time and Michele refused to let me go in without a diaper. She even took me to my appointment to make sure I didn’t try to take the diaper off before I went in.

It was just a yearly exam, so I figured he would just check my chest and such and ask if I had any issues. Dead wrong. Being 36 years old, he had to grab my balls and tell me to cough and then stick his finger up my ass to check my prostate. I was embarassed as hell to drop my pants and reveal my diaper, but it didn’t seem to phase him at all. He asked if I had an incontinence issue he should be aware of and I knew lying to him would cause unnecessary testing, so I said “No. It’s just something my wife and I do.”

Completely unphased.

At this point, an even more embarassing thought crossed my mind. He was about to check my prostate. What if he could tell my wife used butt plugs on me? Would my ass be stretched out and obvious? After checking my prostate, he told me it was in good condition. Then he commented that prostate massage was a great way to keep it in good condition…

Was that his way of saying he knew?!? Soooo embarassing.

As promised in my previous post… Details!

Michele loves to punish me and finds creative punishments every day. Today, however, was a different story. Apparently I have become a bit lax about respecting her authority and she wanted to make sure I remembered who is in charge.

It started this morning with a long list of chores she insisted I finish before she would change me out of my wet and messy night diaper. I spent a few hours doing the chores on the list, then made the mistake of asking her to change my diaper so I could finish the chores. At first I thought she was going to do just that, but after pulling down my plastic pants she pinned me into a second thick nighttime diaper right over the top of the other. After pulling my plastic pants back up, she sent me off to finish my chores with the promise of a spanking when she does get around to changing my diaper.

By the time all of the chores were done, I could feel a rash starting to develop between my legs. Michele led me around and checked on all of my chores. She counted every mistake I made and promised me five swats of her wooden paddle for every one. At eighteen mistakes, that meant 90 swats. Her wooden paddle hurts and she has never used it on me more than fifteen swats at a time.

Before she could give me my promised spanking, she had to change my exceptionally messy diaper. So, she led me to the bathroom and cuffed my hands above my head to the eyebolt I had installed in the ceiling a few months ago. She pulled off my plastic pants and unpinned my diapers. They fell to the floor with a thud and Michele scooped them into a plastic bag for me to clean later. Next she pulled down the shower head and turned on the cold water. She spent several minutes washing my whole body with very cold water – focusing mostly on my diaper area.

I was shivering after the shower, but Michele just toweled me down a little and led me to the playroom. She bent me over the spanking bench and cuffed my wrists and ankles to the legs. A medium sized butt plug was then lubed and inserted into my ass, which is actually a house rule – any time my diaper is removed a plug is required.

Usually when Michele spanks me it’s a sexy, but painful experience. She will tease me with the paddle and then smack my ass just when I least expect it. It’s very exciting and I love it. Today was completely different though. My wife was all business as she grabbed the paddle from the wall and walked behind me. No breaks, no pauses, no comments… she laid into my ass until all 90 strokes had been applied. I was in tears and begging her to stop before she was half finished, but she would have none of it and finished what she promised.

After my spanking, she rubbed lotion into my throbbing ass while she explained why I had been punished so harshly. She told me that she wanted to make sure I remembered she was in charge and I had better stop trying to top from the bottom. I learned my lesson and have more respect for my wife than ever.

One month! It wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be, but with some patience I worked through all my doubts. Of course Michele helped a lot and kept me focused. It’s like quitting smoking… once you get past the hard part it gets a lot easier. Being diapered 24/7 has just become part of my life now.

I realize I haven’t been updating this blog as often as I should, but I will try harder in the future. I don’t think I can write too much now, because my wife gave me pretty good spanking just two hours ago and my ass still burns. Since the point of this blog is to give details, I’ll post them tonight after dinner.

Now a couple weeks in and I’ve become acutely aware of some differences between a weekend in diapers and a couple weeks in diapers. Things I used to take for granted are a bit more difficult now. I love to eat late night nachos from the convenience store down the street, but now that I wear double thick night time diapers it would be a very embarassing trip. I guess I’ll be eating better from now on…

Also, hygiene has become more important than ever. Spending as much time in wet and messy diapers as I do requires a good regimen to prevent diaper rash. Michele now uses anti-rash creme at every diaper change and I’m allowed some airing out time every other day without the diaper, but only if I’m tightly bound and plugged.

I have a doctor’s appointment in a couple weeks and Michele has no intention of giving me time out of diapers, so that promises to be an interesting visit…

When Michele and I met, she was barely scraping by with a job at an attorney’s office supplemented by the occasional pro-domme session in her tiny apartment. I was doing a little better with my business, but it seemed like I worked 90 hours a week trying to get the bills paid. However, a couple years ago, I found some new clients that really let my business flourish. Then, a few months ago, I sold the entire business. I made enough on the sale that I won’t need to work again if it’s invested well and Michele was able to leave her job as well. This gave us the opportunity to finally throw off the chains of a ‘normal’ life and live the lifestyle we’ve always wanted.

Michele and I made a new year’s resolution to give ourselves to the lifestyle fully for at least one year. We will evaluate at the end of 2009 to see if it’s something we want to keep doing or if we want to change some of the details. So, starting January 1st, 2009, I began to live full time as Michele’s diapered slave-husband.