This is a story based on a set of kinky rules that I followed for a few months last year. The reality was a lot of fun, but I thought I would lay out what the ultimate fantasy would be like.
The characters in this story are adults in a consenting relationship.
I slowly approached my wife’s desk, with no small amount of apprehension. I was dressed in my favorite train onesie, with one of my many pacifiers clipped to the neck. I had just noticed that I would need a diaper change in the very near future and decided to seek her out. Now, none of this was unusual for us. We both work from home and I have the luxury of living a subby, adult baby lifestyle. She happily plays the role of mommy for me now and again. Indeed I get to live the life of a toddler most days. Today was special for a different reason.
“Mommy, I think I need some touches,” I nervously stammered.
“Have you been a good boy today?” she asked, still focused on her computer screen.
“Yes Mommy!” I responded, “I remembered to brush my teeth and I fed the kitties this morning!”
“Ooooh what a good boy,” she replied, in a mildly patronizing tone. “Give mommy a few minutes to finish this and I’ll give you touches.”
“Ok mommy!” I said, and toddled off elated that this moment had finally come.
“Touches” were what we had begun calling the meager sexual attention I now received. For the last few months, my wife and I had consciously worked to increase the sensitivity of my penis and reduce the time it took for me to climax. Our efforts had been surprisingly successful.
At first it had just been timing our sex and limiting penile stimulation. I did everything I could not to touch my penis during the day and once we initiated sex, the goal was a quick climax. If I didn’t come in the allotted period, I did not get to cum that day. The first limit was only five minutes. It was challenging, but far from impossible. I made it the first time, but failed on the following two attempts, leaving me very pent up. I was able to cum in under four minutes the fourth time we engaged in sex with the new conditions. It was a slow, but steady progression to slightly quicker orgasms. For a session or two I would miss my target and have to stop, still frustrated and horny. After a few attempts, I would cum faster than I had the last time. This went on for several weeks.
It only took a month to get down to less than two minutes. From there, we started upping the ante. Before my wife touched me, I had to have a toy in my bottom. Then, I wasn’t allowed to cum unless I had my pacifier in my mouth. Then only if my diaper was wet. All of this infantile treatment drove me wild and made it that much easier to finish in shorter and shorter periods of time.
By three months we hit the one minute wall. I could cum in sixty seconds flat, but no faster. Mommy decided at this point that our best option to reach our ultimate goal was to introduce a chastity cage. I hated the idea, at first. The cage was intrusive and the ring rubbed me raw at times, but it had the intended effect. My boy parts were now more sensitive than ever. Once a day, I would be set free during a diaper change, and given my precious touches. I began to cum in a dozen or so short strokes with a diaper wipe. We were so close.
To get over the hump, mommy decided that I wouldn’t cum for an entire week. I would be locked in my cage the entire time and not allowed any touches. After a week, I would have my cage removed during my first diaper change of the day. From there, when I got pokey, I could come find mommy and she would make it all better. That’s what had led me to this moment.
Mommy entered my nursery, sat down in my crib, and patted her lap.
“Come up her little boy, so mommy can give you touches, and get back to work.”
I carefully climbed into my wife’s lap and retrieved the pacifier that was swinging from the clip attached to my onesie. I placed it clumsily in my mouth and sucked eagerly in anticipation.
Mommy reached down to the front of my onesie and gently rubbed my boy parts through my thick, wet diaper.
I came immediately and collapsed in ecstasy over her shoulder.
“Yeah! Such a good boy!” mommy exclaimed, with a giggle. “You did it! You came with nice, gentle touches! Now, do you remember what we decided about this?”
“Yeth mommy,” I lisped through my pacifier. “Fwum now on, thith is how I cum.”
“That’s right!” she replied. “All good little boys need to feel all better when they’re pokey is gentle touches. Isn’t that right sweety?”
“Yeth mommy,” I replied, best I could. “All I wan fwum now on is gentle touthes fwum mommy.”
