“Sure, go ahead. Take a good look over there, honey. Why don’t you let your darling husband see just how thrilled you are to be here?”
I gulped and strained fruitlessly at my bonds, cringing even as I saw my desperate actions mirrored on the massive monitor beside me. That was me, on that screen. My humiliated and humiliating image was live, streaming steadily out to my husband Karl a thousand miles away. He could see my hapless struggles, hear my plaintive moans and gurgles. He was witness to all the abominable things this lady was doing to me. He was watching it all happen, even now.
If only- if only it would have distressed him. But instead, I now suspected that he was actually enjoying the spectacle of my suffering - lapping it up with fevered, sadistic delight. After all, he’d been the one to send me here to this chamber of pastel horrors…
Which, perhaps, was nothing more than what I deserved for cheating on him.
“There, there! Such a good little baby for me, aren’t you!” Her voice was dripping with amused condescension. “My, my. Only three days in, and little Shirley’s already leaking like a cute little faucet! Or don’t you want to tell your hubby how you woke up absolutely soaked this morning?”
It was true - oh, so humiliatingly true. I blushed as I remembered the feeling: waking in the early morning light, restrained hand and foot in the massive crib she’d assigned me, and feeling in astonishment the fingers of my caretaker probing the bulging padding between my splayed legs. Only… it was wet. Soaked, even. And try as hard as I might, I still couldn’t remember even dreaming about waking up, about peeing myself…
Which meant I was now not only a cheater. I was officially a bedwetter.
“Such lovely progress, isn’t it? Oh, I bet Karl will be so proud of you, baby. Though to be fair, I can’t exactly give you all the credit.” She chuckled knowingly as she fondled my freshly padded ass. “I don’t suppose you even know or care about the intricacies of my method, honey. What do you know of Vaptans and water pills and the delicate science of muscle relaxants?”
I gulped once more, my mouth dry with fear as I gazed mutely up into her smirking expression. “But never mind that. All you know about are the effects, honey. Such nice, lovely effects: drowsiness, unnatural thirst, lack of energy, inability to control your limbs very well…” She giggled. “Oh, and a never-ending need to use the toilet. Isn’t that right, baby doll?”
As I felt my bladder spasm and stream silently once more into the fresh diaper around me, I bit back the sobs that threatened. It was true, all of it. At her hands I was becoming, for all intents and purposes, incontinent.
Both sexually and physically, that is. Just like Karl said I deserved.
And as I blinked back the tears stinging my eyes, I heard once more her inane giggle sounding through the room. “Oh, I do love watching them crumble like this - and all over a little wee-wee in their dipies! Baby, I don’t suppose you even want to think about the laxatives I’m prepping for your lunch, do you?”
No, I didn’t. But unfortunately for me, it didn’t appear that I would have much of a say in the matter anyway.
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