The Remote (V. 2)

[dave_the_baby]

I was making this story before, but I wanted to rewrite it to fit more of my fantasies. If there was a remote like this, I would definetly want it, and I would definetly want my daddy to use it like it was used in the story.

I do not have a daddy, but if I ever get one I hope he can read this story to get a better feel of what I like. :-)

Chapter 1

My name is David, but you can call me Davie. I like to ageplay as a 5-year old who still wears diapers, and other times I like to be bound and diapered. I love the feeling of a wet diaper. I always have.

I live with my daddy, Paul. We're both attracted to men, but I don't really like sex. The whole diaper scene is more of a fun thing to me, and I enjoy my times with daddy.

One day he found an ad in the paper to increase our fun: a remote controlled device specifically for diapered ageplayers. After some minor surgery to put a small computer in the bladder, all it takes is the press of a button and the wearer wets himself. The device could also be set on a timer or go off in "stealth mode," meaning that the ageplayer would be wet and not even realize it. The device looked costly, but Daddy and I agreed to cover it.

So we got the surgery and we went back home. Daddy spent a few hours looking through the instruction manual just to get a feel for how everything worked. I tingled with excitement. I could not wait to be played with.

After Daddy had looked through it thoroughly, he said to me, "okay, Davie. I thought we'd start with a little bondage."

Well, that's a nice way to start things out. Daddy put me in an Abena and he lay me down on my belly, then restrained my ankles and wrists to the bedposts. To finish it off, Daddy put a pacifier gag in my mouth. He restrained me lying down...that could only mean one thing: spanking.

So now I was bound up and gagged, unable to escape my daddy's grasp. And now with the remote, I was his toy. I love that feeling.

Daddy pressed a button on my remote..nothing happened. I sat there for a few minutes wondering what was going on, but then suddenly I felt it. It started as a tingling, and then next thing I knew I was flooding my diaper. I squirmed and squirmed, but to no avail-- my diaper flooded.

Daddy looked at me sternly. "Davie, did you wet your diaper?"

"yes," I said, my voice muffled.

"You had an accident, didn't you. You know what that means..."

My stomach twisted in a knot. I felt both dread and excitement, knowing what was coming up. Daddy took off my diaper, rolled it into a ball and threw it away. And then came the first swat. I squinted and the next one came, each one getting harder and harder. As it got harder, I squirmed. My eyes started tearing up and I yelled a muffled "no!" He kept going until I started crying, then he gave me ten more good swats.

Well now the spanking was over. I was still crying in pain, but I did enjoy it. It was getting late now, however, so Daddy and I decided to go to bed. We'd probably do a little ageplay tomorrow.

[pampywamp]

would love a remote like that.pease continue

[dave_the_baby]

Sorry it took a while. I'm working on a video game and a movie project on the side.

Chapter 2

Despite the fact that I never wet the bed, Daddy has me wear a diaper every night and snuggle with him. From time to time, he'll put my hand in warm water when I'm asleep to create an "accident." When I woke up this morning, I was wet. I assumed this time daddy had used the remote.

"Aww, did my baby Davie have an accident?" Daddy cooed.

"Daddy," I whined, "I'm notta baby. I'm a big boy."

"Of course you are, sweetie," daddy said, kissing me on the forehead. "Now lie down. Let's get you changed."

So I laid down on my back and daddy took off my diaper. He wiped me down and then put a new dry one on (for ageplay, we generally use an ABU Cushie (because they're so cute ) and reserve the Abenas for bondage or bed-time). Daddy then took my hand and brought me to the kitchen. I prepared a bowl of Fruit Loops cereal and sat down to eat. As I ate I read the comics in the newspaper (it was sunday, and that is part of my routine). When I finished up, I noticed something curious: my diaper was wet.

I never remembered wetting it. Then I realized something: the remote had a "stealth wetting mode," which means that if it's turned on, I'll wet myself without feeling anything. When I play as a five-year old, I play as one who did not do too well in potty training, so stealth mode is perfect for the roleplay. I walked off to find daddy for a change.

"Daddy," I mumbled, acting embarrassed, "I wet my diaper."

"Davie, we talked about this. Big boys use the toilet."

"I know, daddy. It was an accident."

"Okay, let's get you changed." Daddy took me into our room and changed my diaper, then we went into the recreation room, put in a DVD of Arthur, and I sat on daddy's lap and watched it with him.

About halfway through the episode, Daddy asked "would you like some juice?"

"Yes pwease," I said. I stood up and daddy went to get the juice. He was gone for a few minutes, then he came back with a cup. I sat back down on his lap and drank it.

After a few minutes, Daddy said, "Davie, you wet your diaper again." I looked down. Sure enough, it was wet.

"I didn't mean to, Daddy. It was an accident."

"Big boys only have accidents occassionaly. You've never made it to the toilet in time. Maybe you should spend more time in the crib."

"No! I'm not a baby!"

"Oh yes you are. Big boys don't need diapers."

About that moment, my bowels started acting up. Sometimes when Daddy gets juice, he dissolves a few laxatives inside. I squirmed but I could not help it. I messed my diaper.

"Little baby boy is stinky now," Daddy said. "Let's get you all washed up and changed."

So daddy brought me to the bathroom, took off the diaper, emptied the poop into the toilet, and threw the diaper away. Then he put me in the bathtub, turned the water on and started washing me.

"No, daddy," I protested. "I'm a big boy. I can wash myself."

"No, Davie, you're my little baby until I say otherwise. That means you cannot speak, you cannot walk, and you have to do everything I say. If you don't, you'll get a spanking. Understand?"

My butt was still hurting from yesterday's spanking so I didn't really want another one. So in response I said "goo!"

"Good boy," daddy said. He scrubbed behind the ears and lathered my hair with shampoo, then washed it off after a few minutes (I may be his baby, but I still have to use Dandruff shampoo). After the bath was over, Daddy took me out, dried me, and brought me to the nursery.

Daddy laid me down on the floor and took out another diaper, only this time instead of an Abena he was using an ABU Cushie. He wiped me down and then sprinkled baby powder over me, then slid the back of the diaper underneath my butt, slid the front over my crotch, then fastened the two ends together.

"And now it's naptime," Daddy said. I was too big to pick up, so I had to climb into the crib. Daddy took out the restraints and tied my wrists and ankles to the bars.

"But I'm not tired, daddy," I whined. He sighed and said, "I'll be right back."

Daddy came back a few minutes later with a bottle filled with milk, then he placed it over my lips. I knew he wasn't going to go away until I drank it, so I did. Apparently daddy put some sleeping powder in the milk, as I started to fall asleep as I drank it.

When I woke up, I found something interesting: I was dry, and I felt like I had to pee. "Dada!" I called. He came in. "I hafta pee," I whined.

Daddy was holding the remote.

"Can I go potty?" I asked.

"No," Daddy replied, and with that he pressed a button on the remote. Suddenly the urge to pee was getting stronger, to the point where I couldn't hold it in. I squirmed and fidgeted, but the diaper got soaked and leaked on to the mattress.

"Now you just sit there for the next thirty minutes," Daddy said sternly.

"But daddy, it's uncomfowtable," I whined. After saying that, Daddy got the pacifier gag out of the closet and put it on me.

"No talking," he said. "This is your punishment for not using the toilet." With that, he left me alone in the nursery.

The next thirty minutes passed by very slowly, but after what felt like several hours Daddy came back in.

"Are you ready to start using the toilet?" Daddy said as he unfastened the pacifier gag. I nodded.

"Good," he said as he unfastened me. "There will be more punishments for future accidents, just to give you a little incentive to try harder. I'll let bedwetting pass, but daytime accidents are a no-no."

"Yes, daddy," I said.

"Okay then," he said. "We start tomorrow."

[dave_the_baby]

Chapter 3

I woke up the next morning in a wet diaper. I felt butterflies in my stomach as a few questions ran threw my head. What are the remote's settings? What kind of punishments will I get if I have accidents?

I decided not to contemplate it. I'd probably find out soon enough. Daddy changed my diaper and we went downstairs for breakfast. I went downstairs and had a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios. When I was done eating, I stood up and felt my diaper sag. Butterflies again-- I knew I was in trouble. At least one question was answered- I was in stealth wetting mode. To avoid accidents, I'd have to sit on the toilet immediately after drinking something. For now, however, I had to find Daddy.

I waddled off and found him in the dining room. "Daddy," I said, head bowed down, "I had an accident."

"Already?" Daddy replied. "Davie, you're getting too big for diapers."

"It was an accident, daddy," I replied.

"Well, come on. You're getting a spanking."

"No daddy," I pleaded. "Please, it was an accident."

"Accident or not, you're getting a spanking."

And with that, Daddy took my hand and dragged me to his room. He took off my diaper and laid me down on my belly.

I clenched, waiting for the first swat. After what felt like about 10 minutes, it came. My bottom stung and I winced in pain. Then came another swat, and another, and another, until I got twenty swats total.

The spanking was over, so Daddy put me in a dry diaper. "Now remember," daddy said, "you need to use the toilet, or you get another spanking. Understand?"

"Yes, daddy," I said.

"Now let's go downstairs and watch a movie."

After the movie, we had lunch- grilled cheese, mac'n'cheese, and milk. I forgot completely about stealth mode, and when I finished my lunch and stood up, I felt my diaper sag. I blushed a little, and daddy saw.

"What's wrong, davie?" he asked.

"Nothing," I said, looking down to the ground.

"You had another accident, didn't you?"

"No..." I said. Daddy reached into my pants and pinched my diaper.

"Davie, you lied to me."

"I'm sorry, daddy. I just didn't want to get punished again."

"Well, then you're in even bigger trouble."

"No, please daddy. I'm sorry, I won't do it again."

"You lied to me, Davie. You know better than to lie. Now come on." And with that, Daddy took my hand and brought me to his room. Then he restrained me to the bed with me lying down on my back.

"Why didn't you take off my diaper, Daddy?" I asked.

"You'll see," he said. He left the room and came back a few minutes later with a few ice cubes inside of a ziplock bag. As he approached me, I struggled against the restraints.

"No, please daddy!" I begged, but he didn't listen to me. He put the bag of ice down my butt. It felt both icy cold and hot at the same time. Daddy left the room and didn't come back for an hour.

At the end of the hour, Daddy came back and took the bag of ice (which had since melted) out of my diaper, and then he slid my diaper off.

"Time for part two of your punishment," he said. He took some icy hot balm out of the cupboard and smeared some on his hands.

"No, please Daddy!" I begged. He took a pacifier gag out of the cupboard and fastened it on me, then he shushed me.

And with that, he smeared the icy hot on my penis. I squinted in pain as it burned. Then he jerked me off. The pain was excruciating, but he didn't stop. He kept jerking me off for 20 minutes, even after I came. By the time he was done I was screaming against the gag.

"And now you stay there and think about what you did," Daddy said. "I'll pick you up at dinner time." He closed the blinds and turned out the lights, then left, closing the door behind him.

[keith60]

that daddy was mean