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Hope you enjoy this story...Please give feedback... Sweet Captivity He swished the pretty silken panties one more time, paying close attention to be sure any stains had been washed away. As he stood there at the sink, he felt a dribble of pee escape into his thick diapers. Satisfied that the panties were as clean and fresh as new, he swished the panties through the wash water one more time, then emptied the basin and replaced the wash water with clean rinse water. The poop in the back of his diaper clung to him as he bent to swish the panties, rinsing the soapy water from them. He loved the feel of the panties in his hands; they were so soft and silky to his touch. He thought back to memories of wearing underwear. He couldn’t quite remember the feeling of them, but it didn’t matter. His diapers gave him a feeling of safety and security he wouldn’t want to give up. He looked outside at the bright sunny day with a distant memory of once being allowed out of doors. The chain at his shoulders reminded him of his captivity and servitude. It looped around his neck down to the chain which circled his waist, then down through his crotch insuring he could not take off his playsuit without the small padlock being unlocked. He hoped Mistress would come home early today for lunch; he was off schedule and had not moved his bowels when he first awoke in his crib this morning. That meant that he’d have to wait for Mistress to change him at lunch-time. Lunch-time changes always upset her, since it broke into her schedule. Surely he’d be punished for this transgression. Trying not to think of this, he returned to dusting. He’d try to do an extra special job of cleaning this morning in the hopes it would impress Mistress and keep his punishment to a minimum. He was already very happy that Mistress had been in a good mood this morning. She believed in what she called ‘natural consequences’ and had once left him bound in his crib in his dirty, wet diaper for thirty-six hours straight. He winced as he remembered the searing pain of the diaper rash. She told him he did it to himself and he believed her. He knew that if it pleased her again at any time, for any reason, he would be subjected to other ‘natural consequences’ such as being locked into his crib in his hog-tie harness, left in wet and/or messy diapers for long periods of time, made to walk on the treadmill in the cellar for twice or three times his normal exercise period in extra-thick but very wet diapers. These were only a few of the things that he endured as a ‘natural consequence’ of his misbehaviors. He wondered what she had in mind for him today as he finished rinsing her beautiful panties and neatly hung them to dry on a rack in the bathroom. By the time he was done dusting, he heard the car in the driveway, the garage door opening, then the door to the garage being unlocked. Security was tight in this house. It was his fault, she said. He couldn’t be trusted. This was a result of his own inability to accept his fate, she told him. He’d given up long ago, but he accepted her reasoning that he was just a misbehaving little baby and couldn’t be trusted. She breezed into the kitchen saying, “Well, where’s my lunch? You are late with it again, you little shit. Don’t you have any respect for me?” He would have responded that it was all ready to serve, but the ever present pacifier blocked his mouth and he knew better than to speak to Mistress directly anyway. If she’d meant him to answer, she would have told him. He rushed to bring her plate to the table and then poured a fresh cup of tea for her. “I can tell by the smell in here that you’ve resolved your problem of this morning. I really don’t feel like dealing with it, but I suppose I must. Go to your room and stand in your corner until I’m finished lunch. Your stink is just too much for me. When will you learn to be a decent baby? Oh never mind. Just go!” He bowed his head in deference and slunk off up the stairs and into his punishment corner. Thirty minutes later he heard steps on the stairs. She came into the room and told him to step over to her. She retrieved a key from her pocket and unlocked a drawer. Removing a set of small keys on a ring, she reached to his back and released the small lock holding the chain over his play suit. He obediently removed the chain, placing it carefully on the counter by the changing table. “I’m glad to see you didn’t soil your play-suit. You can wear that again this afternoon. Take it off now.” He undid the snaps all the way down the front, but since he was going to wear it again, left the crotch snaps done. He pulled it down and carefully slid it over the thick ball of diapers around his waist. He liked this playsuit best; it was long sleeved for the cool early spring temperatures and had pictures of his favorite Sesame Street characters all over the white cotton background. The tight elastic legs kept his diaper panties hidden and the cute little Peter Pan collar kept the chain from chafing his neck as he cleaned around the house. When he had placed the playsuit neatly on top of the chains, Mistress took another key and unlocked the chain on his outer, locking diaper panties. Loosening the waist, he pulled them down his legs and placed them on the counter next to the playsuit. Without prompting, he turned and walked to the bathroom. Mistress followed him and he could sense the glare of her anger at the extra disturbance of a messy diaper. In the bathroom, he undid the snaps on his inner plastic panties and set them aside to rinse later. Again he turned to Mistress, who took a third key and unlocked the locking diaper pins on his outer diaper. He then was allowed to remove the outer diaper. He could feel that the front and crotch was very wet. He then unpinned the double thick inner cloth diaper which of course was thoroughly soaked. The front was stained deep yellow and there were smudges of brown on the back. He looked in the large mirror in front of him and saw the condition of his Attends disposable diaper. Drops of moisture crept from the pinholes punctured in the plastic cover and the inner padding clumped into the crotch in a wet mass. This always happened with Attends, but were better than store brands which she sometimes bought for him as a cost saver. He pulled at the tapes then reached behind in time to catch the back of the disposable and wiped down his butt as best he could. The poop had smeared, but thankfully had some form. Carefully flicking the huge lump of poop into the toilet, he set the filthy diaper on the counter and taking a handful of toilet paper, reached behind and wiped gobs of poop still sticking to his bottom. He repeated this several times before he reached into the sink for the warm wet washcloth waiting for him. Raising a leg, he tried to use the mirror to clean himself as best he could. Alternately rinsing the cloth and wiping his backside, he finally determined he was clean. He took a small towel and dried his crotch then under the continuing stare of Mistress, flushed the toilet and walked back into his room. He stood at the changing table until Mistress gave him permission to climb onto the fresh stack of diapers he had prepared for himself earlier in the morning. A light cover of baby powder lay on them and wafted into his senses; he’d come to love the scent because it meant clean dry diapers. Yes, he’d come not only to accept diapers but to actually look forward to a change. With her permission, he laid back on the changing table, carefully positioning himself just right on the large pile of cloth. He heard the familiar smack of latex exam gloves then felt the cool sensuous flow of baby oil. She worked it in liberally around his hairless diaper area being sure not to incite a full erection as she lathered oil around his penis and balls. “OK, baby. I’ve decided to give you some help this afternoon with your bowels.” He wasn’t sure what this would mean until she retrieved something from one of the drawers next to the changing table. She grabbed a jar of Vaseline from the glass cabinet above the counter and he could now see the huge tampon being taken from its wrapping and wiped into the jar of Vaseline. He grunted as it was pushed passed his little rosebud deeply into his bottom. He knew it would keep him from another accident this afternoon and also that his transgression would be remembered well with every movement until he was allowed to pull the dangling string and the attached tampon from his bottom. He waited for the inner cloth diapers to be drawn up, but instead Mistress said, “I noticed on the security camera that you spent a little more time than necessary with my panties this morning. You dirty little boy!” He wanted to tell her they were a little stained and he was only trying to get them especially clean for her, but could only suck on his pacifier. “Well, if you like panties so much, I guess I’ll let you enjoy yours.” She crossed the room to a large dresser and opening a drawer, pulled out a bright pair of pink panties. “Here. I’m going to put your pretty sissy panties on you since you can’t seem to give up your past.” She pulled them up his legs and forced him to raise his bottom to accept them tightly over his well oiled diaper area. “There. Now when you wet, you’ll be wetting your cute little sissy panties, won’t you? Remember when I caught you in these for the first time? Things are much better now, aren’t they, Baby?” His well-conditioned response was a polite nod. It had been a year and a half now since his wife had come home unexpectedly and caught him in their bathroom with these panties on, masturbating. He’d had quite a collection of sissy panties he enjoyed wearing from time to time. He was so careful to keep them hidden, but now he was found out! Before he knew it, she had taken several pictures with her cell phone. She was furious with him and he was as repentant as he could possibly be. They’d gone to a marriage counselor, who urged them to explore their true inner feelings toward each other. Still their relationship suffered. They gave up on the counseling with him becoming more and more withdrawn and her becoming more angry with him. Two months later, she had discovered a website which was to change their lives forever. She’d soon given him an ultimatum which was no choice at all. Either he’d sign an agreement to continue their marriage in the way she saw fit, or she would send the pictures to his boss, all his friends and post them on the internet. He feared being found out by his friends horribly. Further, he and his wife were living largely off her inherited income and he knew his job wasn’t enough on its own to keep him going, what with the alimony she threatened to extract from him. For all these reasons, he’d signed the agreement in a flash, at the same time feeling that they could certainly work out their problems if given a little time and with him working at whatever conditions she might expect of him. He never even read the agreement nor did he know what he was letting himself in for. He’d signed away all adult rights; he’d signed a paper acknowledging he had lost his ability to function on his own and gave her full legal rights over every aspect of his life. Instead of keeping his job and working on their marriage, he’d been forced into this new life. She was Mistress and he was a Diaper-Slave. It had taken months for the full transformation to take place, but he’d had no choice and he knew it. By this time, he was well accustomed to being diapered. He knew well the feeling as his thick cloth diapers were drawn up through his legs and pulled tight, held by the locking diaper pins. The snap of the lock reminded him of his captivity. Next came the snap-on panties which he had earlier placed under the pile of cloth diapers. Once those were snapped on, she slid up his locking plastic panties. The legs on these were very tight and even if he could get to them he could not slip his fingers past the tight elastic. He obediently rolled onto his side so she could draw the chain tight and snap the little padlock shut in the small of his back. He was then allowed to stand and dress himself in his playsuit. Under her direct and very demeaning supervision, he was ‘allowed’ to replace and lock the set of chains holding his playsuit in place and preventing any possibility of his removing it. They both realized the redundancy of all the locks, but the process served its intended purpose of making him feel totally helpless and controlled. She followed him back into the bathroom to watch him clean up the mess left behind. He didn’t need the verbal reminders from her of the feeling of the tampon within him, nor did he need her comments about the comparison of rinsing her silky panties and the filthy poopy washcloth. Neither did he need her comments about what it would feel like when he peed again, peeing those little pink sissy panties of his with the little bows as each leg and at the top of the front. Even so, she mocked him for his baby behavior as he could feel a release within. He’d done it again. He’d peed his panties. The cute little sissy panties which had given him such sexual excitement now were simply a sign of his shame. While he couldn’t really feel the difference as he first wet, he knew what he was doing and he felt every ounce of the humiliation she’d intended. This wasn’t pleasant, but there could be worse. Once she had made him wear them when he pooped and he had to work long and hard to clean them. She dominated him in such a way that he was actually happy when a punishment wasn’t quite as bad as one from the past. He was grateful when she returned to work, because then he was allowed to remove his pacifier and drink one of the three required baby bottles of juice for the afternoon. He took it and went to his crib. He pushed the time release button on the mechanism that allowed him to enter the crib before self-locking for the prescribed amount of time. When the time was up, a bell rang in case he’d fallen asleep which often happened. He’d get out and continue his chores before returning for the next bottle. In the crib, he could feel the intruding tampon move and he could sense the wetness of his sissy panties, by now well soaked. They held the wetness close to his skin a little more than just diapers and the tightness of them as they clung to him reminded him of what a bad person he really was. When he was up and doing his afternoon load of diaper wash, the tampon and wet panties were a continuing reminder burning into his mind. He was so brainwashed that he thought of Mistress and was so very thankful for all she did for him. He had come to accept himself as a poor excuse for a human being; someone who wasn’t worthy of the good treatment and care lavished on him by Mistress. He thought of how terrible it would be if he had to continue on his old path in life and if he’d been foolish enough not to agree to his present living arrangement. After his third required bottle of the afternoon, he began preparing dinner for Mistress according to her strict instructions. Just before she was to arrive home, he warmed his evening meal of baby oatmeal with a side dish of strained vegetables. This wasn’t baby food as such, but rather food he’d prepared himself, pureeing Mistresses leftovers from the previous evening. He no longer was allowed to eat food fit for adults. He peed his diapers, dressed like a baby and slept in a crib; he’d been rescued from a depraved life by his loving wife turned Mistress and was happy to be allowed this much. When he finished his dinner, he climbed down from his adult-sized highchair, wiped the tray clean and put his dishes into the dishwasher. When Mistress arrived, he had her glass of wine ready for her and she nicely allowed him to sit on the floor in the family room as she watched her favorite evening TV. When she was ready, he got up and brought in her dinner and poured her more wine. When she was done, he took away her dishes, cleaned up in the kitchen and returned to the floor of the family room. When she was tired of TV, she told him to crawl after her. Since it was a week night and her new lover was out of town on a business trip, she was in need of pleasuring. She led him to her bedroom and removed her clothes down to her bra and panties. “Come here, Baby, and make my panties wet – like your sissy panties must be now!” Knowing just what was expected, he crawled over to the bed where she lay and proceeded to suck her love lips through the delicate panties. Soon he could taste the sweetness of her own juices mixing with the moisture he was providing and he could sense her rising passion. She pushed his head away for a moment, drew down her panties and pulled him back into her. He worked his tongue feverishly as she bucked with pleasure finally shrieking out in a glorious climax. He knew his job well; twice more he brought her to climax before slipping off the bed to lie on the floor waiting her instructions. When she had recovered, she led him down the hall to his room where he was undressed and allowed to retrieve the tampon from his tired hole. He cleaned himself under her watchful stares then diapered for the night in extra heavy diapers. Since his room was kept cooler than the rest of the house, he was put in a footed sleeper which also had attached thumbless mittens. The lock at the neck of the sleeper was superfluous but again the redundancy of the security was a psychological tool rather than one of a physical nature. Once ready for the night, he was led to his crib where he once again pressed the time release button, crawled in and listened to the barred sides and top slide shut and lock with a heavy clank. Mistress explained she was setting the timer for an hour earlier in the morning since she would be allowing him an enema to clean himself out and prevent another situation such as today’s. He hated the enemas but realized that these were a natural consequence of his failure to behave as he should. He curled up in his crib, holding onto his teddy bear and felt a release of pee into his diaper. Yes, he certainly was fortunate to be here with Mistress. Such sweet captivity…

Moonchild: Welcome, big sister! Nice to meet you ^__^....oh! It looks like big sister Katie wants to talk to you. Thank you for posting this, dear. It makes me feel better to know that I am not the only one who has went through these struggles. Reading what you wrote here, it really hit home. I too grew a fascination with it after childhood incontinence that lasted into my teen years. Perhaps it is a part of what made me what I am...oh well. Anyway, welcome. I am also new and I hope you stick around so we can talk more.

I didn't get into the binge / purge cycle....well, at least the purge part. I wear when I want or need to what ever and when that goes away, I just leave everything in the closet for the next time the urge strikes....BFD. I used to think that I was weird or qwazy because of this desire, but never to the point of utter self loathing etc. I have changed my attitude though over time and being involved with this community and I know that essentially I'm OK, and not a weirdo or bad person or what not...I wear different underwear ..so what.. One thing I also did was try to find some positive use for this so that I might be able to help others. I channel this to focus on the incontinent community and those who have to wear and don't have the choices that I have. As a D/L i have a vast knowledge of products and vendors and things available that might work better then products that an incontinent person might not be aware of. Also, my attitude is one of being as positive as possible, which can also help someone struggling with incontinence and in a negative mode. Looking at the situation as a "condition" (positive and something that needs to be managed) rather than a "problem" (negative and something that needs to be solved or overcome yet can't) can help a lot and do wonders towards someones mental health and well being. I have that as a tool and use it when and where I can. this also can help build a positive relationship between the 2 communities IF we all adopt the attitude that we can help, instead of some of the other more destructive attitudes of jealousy and stupidity expressed by some that those who are legitimately incontinent are some how "lucky" and fortunate to be able to "have to" wear diapers etc. this accomplishes nothing and just builds a barrier of resentment and distrust. this needs to be over come with positive attitudes and actions. we are in a position to help others who are "less fortunate' and stuck with something that they really don't want. To most of us, diapers are a kind of "hobby" that we enjoy. So, like any other hobby, when you first get into it, where do you go?? you seek out others who are involved with it as well. If you like a certain type of car and want to have one etc...you seek out a club that supports that type of vehicle IE a Camaro club or what not, if you like guns you join a gun club. Granted most incontinent people don't "like" diapers, but if they can be directed to us as a resource, I imagine that we can be able to help them with their issues and influence a positive impact on their lives and ultimately even be able to change society's attitude towards disability and disease and bodily functions etc. Thats the growth I have had in my being a D/L, and accepting this as part of me. I just thought "OK, this is part of who I am...now what can I do with it to help others?" etc..I have this knowledge and experience, I am sure that it can be used somewhere to help others who are struggling with the negatives of it and all the social stigma etc...and if we all adopt this, I feel the community as a whole can be raised up and be looked at not in distain as some perversion, but as a viable resource for others in need. just my 2 1/2 cents...sorry its so long