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UK 2013, I have been married now for some 8 years and have had a very good relationship with my wife I've been employed as a driver for 15 + years whilst my wife has been a chemist working for a developmental company for 10 years. Anyway, I lost my job recently and I became a house husband whilst my wife kept on working. Our income dropped substantially, and it is nowmy job as house husband to make ends meet ! We were arguing the other night about money, whilst I was a bit drunk. I shouldn't have said what I did but it slipped out. We had been arguing about expenditure, and I said that we could always economise by you buying the shops own brand sanitary towels, which infuriated her. She screamed at me that if I had to use sanitary products I wouldn't compromise on price. Anyway a few days passed and She was feeling a bit frisky, we went to bed, but this time it was different she wanted to be on top and tie me to the bed, which turned me on immensly. She used old pairs of pantyhose to tie my wrists to the bedhead , and my feet to the foot of the bed. This is when the mood changed ! she walked out of the room, I could hear the rustle of carrier bags in the hallway. She came back carrying a pack of molicare super plus diapers and a package about 15 inchs long, along with a packet of gloves and other items, I asked what the hell was going on, and she calmly explained to me that my outburst the other night had angered her and as a way of a punishment she was going to make me see how it feels to have no control over my body. She prepared by opening up several packages and laying them upon the bed, a paper towel with a hole in the centre was placed over my crotch, and she then usd a swab with iodine to cleanse the end of my penis. I asked what the hell she was doing , she ignored me and carried on, that is when she opened the long packet and revealed the catheter, which she lubricated and inserted gently into my penis, it burned as it went in but soon passed .I tried to resist by clenching but to no avail the catheter passed the sphincter muscle and urine began to flow out of the tip. She held the catheter in place with one hand whilst pushing the plunger with the other, I felt the balloon inside of me expand, I knew there was no escaping what she had planned. She told me that what she had done was invented a new polymer which is liquid until mixed, and then it forms a solid mass which until a third element is introduced will stay solid. She removed the first syringe and introduced a second with a much smaller quantity, she plunged this inside of the catheter creating a reaction, I could feel it warm inside of me as it set solid within the catheter. She held up the end of the catheter and showed me my urine dripping uncontrollably, "now we will see how you like having no control for a while, I am going to leave this inside of you for one whole month, lets see how you like it" I was in quite a lot of despair at this point knowing that she had the third element, and that only she knew where it is or how to use it to free me from this torture. "I've bought you these (pointing at the diapers) you will need them allday everyday for the next month, I will then decide whether you deserve to be set free" She opened the bag of diapers and presented me with a purple diaper, which she opened up. "lift up and let me get this under you" she said as I strugled against the ties at my wrists. "its no good you won't get out of those ties until I want you to" I lifted my mid section for her to present my groin with a fresh diaper, I lowered down and she proceeded to fasten me into my fait for the next month. " ok, heres the rules for the next few weeks !, no talking back to me, treat me nicely and you will be out of those diapers in a month, oh, and do what I say, got it" !!! "ok, got it" I replied. I could feel warmth in my groin area but couldn't distinguish whether this was urine or the warmth of having so much padding between my legs. " I'm going to untie you now, be nice, remember" I nodded acceptingly, but inside I could have hit her but knew that my fait was in her hands. She untied my ankles and then my wrists. I moved myself into a sitting position, and looked down to see a dark yellowing spot on the front of my diaper, I now knew the full horror of my situation I couldn't simply chop the end of the catheter off and let the fluid drain as it wasn't a fluid anymore, and bargaining with her wasn't going to help. I just had to accept my fait and get through the month as best as I could and hope that in a months time she would introduce the third element. I swung my legs off the bed, whilst at the same time hearing the rustle of the diaper which I was wearing. she said "now, here are the diapers I have bought for you, you will appreciate the quality of these as apposed to a cheaper store brand, it's up to you when you have a diaper change but beware we are on an economy drive so I would suggest no more than 4 a day. I winced at the thought of being in the same diaper for 6 hours, as I already wanted to take the diaper off that I had on as it was now wet (only stightly). I stood up and grabbed my underwear, and trousers. "you won't be needing those" She said as she grabbed my underwear out of my hands. I accepted the fact that I was already wearing underwear,a nd pulled my trousers on, which felt a lot tighter than they had owing to my diaper. "we need to go shopping" she said with a certain sense of devilment in her voice. "I Can't not like this" "that sounds like backchat to me, lets start the month countdown from tomorrow shall we"? "No, no I just meant.... "I know what you meant, and the countdown starts from tomorrow, and it will start again the following day everytime you disobey me, got it ?" I agreed knowing that she meant it. She stood up, and said "I will be waiting downstairs" I got dressed, which felt odd with the bulk between my legs feeling increasingly damper. I headed out of the room and walked down the corridor which seemed to amplify the noise from

Yep. It has taken over me too because I wear them 24/7 and have them replaced my underwear. I also seldom use the toilet now. The toilet is where my BM goes most of the time.

Thank you guys so much for all the helpful answers. Haha I'm a broke college kid so the pick up option is really sounding like an awesome idea. Once again thanks to all of you who offered the great advice.

Author note: I have incorporated parts of my life into my short stories however; the majority of the text is fiction. I have found that “writing” has become a positive way for me to express myself, and from time to time I may share it in this forum. I will not answer or reply to personal questions about my situation. I do however appreciate your ideas, story related questions, and encouragement. “Skipping Gym” Every high school girl dreads gym class. I would do just about anything to get out of ‘physical education”. My name is Alyssa, and this short story is about my freshman year of high school. Do you remember what it was like to have “gym class” smack in the middle of your day at school? It is such a nuisance. Having to dress for gym, get sweaty, and listen to the has-been coach tell you to do jumping jacks, in the polyester uniform shorts. Then the showers at the end… UGH! Early on my friends and I figured out how to “skip” class. It was easy really. I would just make up a fib that my tummy hurt, or I had a headache, or best of all, cramps. Then I would get sent to the nurse’s office to rest. It was simple, and I started to take advantage of the situation. Well, half way through the year, the nurse, let’s call her Ms. Pitiless, caught on to my game. At first she would shower me with sympathies, but when you try and make three trips to the nurse in the same month for menstrual cramps, they know you’re lying. Normally, I would just go in and rest on one of the cots, and miraculously “feel better” 30 minutes later. Sometimes I would change into my gym uniform, or other times, I would just be wearing my street clothes. Needless to say, it worked. One day after Ms. Pitiless was tired of listening to my tall tales, she walked over and sat next to my bedside. I remember it clearly. I sat up, put my feet on the floor, and was gathering my stuff to leave for the next period. She stopped me. She said “child, if you are going to continue to play games with me like this, and demoralize my time and profession, I intend to do the same with you.” I started to speak, and she held her pointer finger to my lips. “If you continue to play baby games with me, you are going to find yourself out matched.” I blew her off; whatever, and stood up. She said “I’m serious Alyssa.” The next week, I was back again, who knows what the excuse. This time Ms. Pitiless gave me a “drink” to relax me, and said “Alyssa, I want you to pay close attention to what I’m going to say.” I don’t really remember what she was talking about, but I think she was using relaxation techniques to cleanse my mind. This was the beginning of the end.