Just as Josh was getting used to being told when to get off, he suddenly finds the timing wonāt always be convenient.
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My phone vibrated as the countdown ended, delightfully notifying me that all parental controls were suspended. Stuck at my desk, I felt like I was missing out, all rationality knew it was the right decision to ignore it.
It didnāt stop my dick getting hard however, as if already trained to respond.
Those moments after were strange. I couldnāt concentrate, so I tried to focus on a plan to cum later that night. It was simple enough to fool the system as it only knew when I came when it was in a diaper. Firing one out during a change, as fast as possible, would at least give me some tainted relief and prevent me getting too pent up. Ā
My phone vibrated again.
āNo activity recognised during this permitted window for ejaculation. No action taken will be considered for future windows.ā
I opened the app nervously, and there it was, a shorter twenty minute countdown already over five minutes in.
I hated to think it, but that warning and time limit made me harder, and as with any growing erection, the thought of indulging it started to build, and take root. I tried to fight that train of thought, but the roots were starting to get my hot under the collar.
Iād put a new diaper on that morning; there was no way I could earn a change in the next couple of minutes and try to do this discreetly. Iād have to go to a private bathroom and literally rub myself off, wearing it until the late afternoon. It was a horrible thought, but exciting in spite of it.
If I didnāt comply, would they lengthen the time between orgasms, thinking I didnāt need them as often? Would they skip every second one? That thought made me uneasy; it was tedious enough already sneaking around them, and the sense of failure only pushed to convince me to give in and obey. Ā
But if I just snuck away and rubbed very quicklyā¦
I was up and out of the small office room before I could think, phone clutched tightly in my hand, and anxiously walking the halls until I reached our accessible bathroom, the same bathroom I was normally too frightened to carry a change bag into. This shouldnāt take long, I reassured myself. I couldnāt afford it to.
Inside, door locked, I undid my trousers and dropped them to my knees. Without picturing anywhere else to do this, I closed the toilet lid and sat down, immediately coursing my hand across the slippery plastic with one hand while the other unlocked my phone and immediately tried to find some unrestricted diaper porn. I was against the clock in the app, but also suffering the guilt of holding up the bathroom for this, and I needed all the help I could get. Ā
I focused on guys getting forcibly babied. Having their control taken away. It was always a little too close to home these days, but very effective.
It normally didnāt take too much. I was locked in diapers against my control, literally, and forced to cum under a vague order. Between that and the porn, I should have been over the line, and yet, despite my firm grip closing the wet padding around my dick, I wasnāt getting there away from the comforts of my apartment.
Nervously, I switched back to the app to confirm that I was indeed running out of time, but it was on both fronts as someone knocked politely on the door.
I couldnāt do this. I shouted that Iād be out in a moment, and quickly stuffed myself back into my jeans. I was sure I was sweating, red-faced, so I splashed cold water on my cheeks before leaving, trying not to look flustered or sheepish, but thoroughly paranoid about it.
Safely away, I checked the app again. I had minutes left if I wanted to achieve this.
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