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A Shocking Solution
🕑 Added 2022-11-12 00:00:04 +0000 UTCFebruary 8, 2022:
Well, this is it. My first entry in this… blog? Journal? Diary? No, not the last one – sounds way too much like, you know, something else that's on my mind right now…
Okay, gotta spell it out. Marge – my wife – says I've got to do this. It's all part of her remedy, she says. She's still pretty pissed off about catching me with my secretary during the New Year's Eve party. Which, you know, I get. But the thing is, her remedy is pretty far-out.
See, last night she laid it all out for me. Gotta keep me under control, she said. Can't have me running around sticking my dick into whatever I want. (As if I ever did that! But I digress.) She said she considered buying me a cock cage, but that wasn't her style. She wanted something more long-lasting – something I couldn't just take off with a key.
Okay, I'll say it. She's put me in a freaking adult diaper. And locked me into it with some freaky locking chain and plastic pants. And then, right in front of me, took out my boxers and cut them all to shreds!
Sure, I objected. I'm not that whipped! But she was insistent – and she knew exactly how to get me to agree. Said she'd call HR and tell them I'd been cheating on her with a member of staff. Which, you know, these days means serious trouble. So… well, there wasn't much I could do but sit there and let her do whatever stupidity she wanted, could I?
I'll survive somehow. I can call in and work remotely until this all blows over. Besides… she'll get tired of it after a day, I bet. Who wouldn't? Especially when I… you know, have to go…
February 10, 2022:
Okay, this is something else. What the hell even goes through Marge's brain, honestly?
She sprang it on me this morning, when she was unlocking me and letting me use the toilet for number two. (Thank god she's not being awful enough to actually make me shit myself!) I suppose I'd been griping a bit about these stupid adult diapers she's making me wear – like any sane person would – and she apparently didn't like it. "I've got a plan to keep you from whining like a baby," she told me. "Believe me, this is going to change everything!"
Will it? I'm beginning to think that it actually might.
See, it's this weird, tube-shaped pad that she wrapped around my dick before taping that new diaper back shut. It's got a wire running out to a battery pack – and yeah, believe me, I was scared at first. Thought she was gonna zap my junk like some twisted psychopath. But actually, it's nothing like that. At least, it doesn't feel like it…
I can't describe exactly what it feels like. But she says it's actually electric shocks – nice and small and tingly. I can't deny they feel pretty great, especially since it's been a few days now since I last jacked off. But you know, there's something weird about it all still. Because, you see, it only seems to kick on and tingle when I… you know… pee.
What's with that, anyway? What's she trying to do – besides make me look like an absolute idiot, that is?
March 2, 2022:
How the heck she's still into this, I honestly don't know. I'm sick of it, well and thoroughly. But every day is the same: wake up, let her unlock me and change the diaper I've been forced to use. Head to work, hoping to god no one can tell what's under my pants. Work all day, trying not to let people see how damn good the tingling feels when I pee myself. Head home, get a change. Listen to her teasing me about being a good little baby or whatever. End up getting a final change before bed. Go to sleep – and repeat the process the next day.
Except on weekends, of course – when the teasing goes on all day.
Nowadays this craziness is getting easier, strangely enough. I don't exactly know how to put it, other than saying that weird as it sounds you do eventually get used to the feeling of thick, crinkly material between your legs everywhere you go. Honestly, some days I almost forget what I'm wearing, and that there's still a tingly little wave of pleasure every single time I pee.
It's becoming a little game, I have to admit: a little game I play with myself when I'm alone and bored. How long can I keep that little shocker going? See, it seems to tingle nice and low and steady for about five whole minutes after I pee, so the secret is to just dribble a bit… and then a bit more a few minutes later… and then a little more, on and on as long as I can.
Kinda fun, honestly. And it's getting easier and easier as I go, which is itself rewarding. Take that, I like to think at Marge. You're trying to punish me, sure. But at least I can decide when to have a bit of fun!
April 11, 2022:
Uh-oh. I'm getting seriously worried now.
Still not out of these diapers. I'm starting to realize that maybe this isn't just a passing fancy on Marge's part. Weirdly enough, she seems to love changing me every day – and even that one time last week when I tried to gross her out and actually shit myself, she just laughed and said it was "cute."
What the hell can a guy do against that?
But back to the scary bit. I generally wake up during the night to pee, of course – and god, it's actually pretty okay to roll over and feel that nice tingle as I fall asleep, letting pee just gradually dribble out. (It's gonna end up there, anyway. No sense obsessing over it, right?) And sure, I can't deny that a few times I've even ground myself into orgasm that way before conking out again. But last night… and two night before that…
I woke up soaked – which is normal. What wasn't normal was that I honestly don't even remember waking up. Not once.
Am I becoming a freaking bedwetter? Surely not. No, no way. I'm a grown man. No way I'm gonna let that happen.
April 29, 2022:
Finally – the end is in sight!
Marge says she's been pleased with how I've been taking my punishment. Whatever. The main thing is that she's just told me she'll let me out of these freaking diapers by the 8th of next month: three months to the day since she started. "As long as you don't end up needing or wanting them back, of course…" she giggled, with that stupid smirk on her face.
Oh, hell no. Get me out of these things and never make me look at one again!
May 7, 2022:
The final night, at fucking last! Marge has been particularly affectionate, I have to say. She's long since perfected the art of sexy times without me penetrating her. I mean, maybe it's a bit pathetic. But it's hard not to give in and let her do what she wants: especially when that involves her straddling me and grinding her bare pussy into my stupid diaper…
So yeah, I'm lying here, half asleep, feeling the soft tingle of that shocker tube teasing my tired manhood. Strange how familiar it feels now. Wonder how odd it will be to be free at last…
May 9, 2022:
Oh, shit.
I… What do I even say?
Here I thought it was all harmless fun. Sure, I was a bit panicky about waking up wet some mornings. But I'd convinced myself that it was just a fluke, that I didn't remember, that all was actually okay. I'd been so looking forward to being free, being back in fucking adult underwear at last…
She changed me that morning – Mother's Day morning, as it so happens. Handed me a pair of knit briefs without saying anything. Took the shocker pad and hid it away. And god, I was in heaven! Swaggered out to breakfast, had my coffee, prepped to head out to town to take her shopping and have a nice steak lunch to celebrate. You know, like a genuine adult guy does.
Before I even finished brushing my teeth, I heard a dribbling on the floor – and found that I'd literally just pissed myself.
Changed without saying anything to her – mopped up the mess before she could see. Headed out to the car… and yeah, found myself half-wishing I had something underneath. Just in case, you know.
I'm never going to live down what happened, you know. Not the wet spot in the driver's seat. Not the damp patch in my jeans. And definitely, definitely not the way she teased me when I ended up pissing myself right in the middle of lunch.
Oh, how she gloated on the way home! Talked about how three months of "training" did the trick – how I was headed straight back into diapers the moment we got back – how that shocker was going right back on to keep training me… Even how she's looking forward to a long, happy life with her pampers-pissing hubby who's now too humiliated to even think about letting another woman too close…
And yeah: I have to admit, as I lay here in my soggy diaper, waiting for her to get around to changing me…
I guess this solution of hers was kinda ingenious. Terrifying. Shocking. But most of all, ingenious.
Comments
Paul Bennett
Great story. I enjoyed the shocking ending. 🙃
kinda wish something like that was legit...
Midnight Blues
Love the training by pleasure! Thank you for a great story.
