As we laid there in bed in the first light of the sun, my wife asked, “Hon, are your diapers wet yet?”.
“Not yet,” I replied.
She reached over and slid her hand under the waistband of my rubber panty and felt the thick night diaper.
“Why are we even using such thick diapers on you if you won’t let go at night?” Her voice seemed a bit perturbed. “You told me you wanted to experience incontinence.”
“Yes, but I can’t seem to break my nighttime toilet training,” I responded.
“I think you might be fighting me on this,” she said. “You told me you wanted me to take charge of this whole thing and I said I would. Well, I’m making sure you wear your diapers as you asked, but I don’t believe you are doing your part and cooperating. Besides, you still get hard when I change you. I’m thinking maybe it has become more a sexual thing than just a return to your pre-trained days for psychological reasons like you told me. Do you cum in them when I’m not around?”
My face got red and she saw it. I didn’t even have to answer. My guilty look told the tale.
“I thought that might be the case,” she continued before I had time to answer. “I have an answer to both the issues.”
I looked confused. “What?”
“Do you mean what kind of an answer or what issues?” she asked with a sly smile.
“I guess both,” I responded.
Reaching into her bedside table drawer, she pulled out a chastity tube.
“This will take care of your sexual needs…no more cumming in your diapers,” she said. Then reaching in again, she pulled out a catheter, “and this will take care of your incontinence needs.”
“Now just lie quiet as I get you fixed up.”
My wrists were quickly attached to the leather cuffs which had become a permanent part of our bed since my diapering had begun. They were used with every change. I had no fear of being restrained this way because it was part of the scenario of restoring the helplessness of my pre-training early childhood. She had also decided I needed to know I couldn’t remove them by incorporating both locking rubber panties and a locking harness over my diaper. It was never unlocked without my hands being restrained first.
At night, however, in my night diaper, it wasn’t locked on. Instead, a single ankle cuff was attached. This way I couldn’t get out of bed.
She slid my rubber panty down and undid the pins on my thick cloth diaper. The catheter was called a Foley and had a balloon which would be inflated inside my bladder to keep it from coming out. The part that would be visible on the business end of my penis had two ends…both were sort of funnel shaped with one having a valve in it while the other was simply open allowing urine to flow directly from my bladder.
She showed me the Foley and then took it to the other room for a little while. When she brought it back she had cut the funnel part off and also cut most of the tube away starting about half way down from the tip.
“As you can see, I’ve made some alterations to your catheter. The tube to the balloon is still intact but without the rest of the tube you will feel the urine coming out and will have no way to stop it. This will also allow most of your pee tube to remain closed so chances of infection are greatly reduced.”
I looked down as she lubed it and slid it into place. Taking a syringe, she filled the balloon and watched with pleasure as my bladder emptied into the diaper. When the flow subsided, she folded over the tube coming to the valve and, using a tiny zip-tie, she kept it folded on itself. Finally she cut off the valve so not much of the catheter was showing out the end of my penis…only the smaller part of the valve tube where it was folded over.
“There,” she said, “now you will be peeing all the time. It’s incontinence for you now, Hon. From now on, you can begin changing yourself because it is abundantly clear, you cannot go without diapers even if you want to stop things.”
“Oh, I almost forgot,” she said with a smile. “We don’t want you to be tampering with the zip tie do we?”
She quickly installed the chastity tube and now the zip tie was locked inside the tube along with my penis.
“I love you, Hon. Now your wishes will be fulfilled!”