Here is a story someone requested. Yeah, I said I had deadlines to worry about, but I got bored and thought this would be fun. It turned out a lot longer than I thought it would, but that’s a good thing!
Once again, please provide feedback and reblog if you want to see more. I wrote this because of someone’s suggestion.
P.S. Recently, I’ve been using pictures from a MEGA dump I found last week. Some of the pictures I’ve been using don’t have watermarks, like several here. I don’t know what is and isn’t fair use, so if I used your photo and you want it removed, ask nicely. I own none of the photos I used.
P.S.S. Check my grammar and spelling.
Alice was my world, my everything. We had been together for two years and it seemed like nothing in the world could tear us apart. But the comfort of our relationship blinded me to the harsh reality that she was a cheater.
I always trusted her to do the right thing, so it was a shock to me when I found a used condom in our garbage pail considering Alice and I hadn’t had sex in more than a week. I’m not dumb, so I investigated it a bit further and found hundreds of sexually charged messages going back months between her and dozens of guys. I questioned her, leaving the messages out of my interrogation, and she denied everything right to my face.
So I decided that she needed some help remembering how to behave. She wasn’t always like this, the first year and a half of our relationship were grand. This was an issue that I was sure hypnosis could easily fix.
I set to work that night, downloading and studying every file that I could get my hands on, trying to craft the perfect recipe to teach Alice the lesson that she so clearly needed. I played the new file that I built for her night after night, knowing that she was still cheating on me, but buying my time.
Two weeks after I started the hypnosis, I trigged it.
She woke up mortified. I saw her quicky check herself and in a panicked state move to get out of the bed and clean herself up before I saw. Unfortunately for her, I was already awake. It was the day I was finally going to start my revenge, I was barely able to sleep at all the night before.
She let out some excuses about this never happening before (which it definitely had not) and how she must have drunk too much last night (which she definitely did not). I was thought about being kind and compassionate, but instead, I went right for the jugular.
“Listen and listen good, I have something important to say. I know you were and still are cheating on me, denials be damned. I’ve decided that you need to be retrained into someone with respect, no matter how long that takes.”
“I’ve implanted you with several hypnotic triggers that I can and absolutely will use whenever I think you need them. Additionally, I’ve implanted you with several contingencies in case you decide to leave me or go to the authorities. Waking up wet was the first one, but if you’re good to me from here on out I will remove the bed wetting within the month.”
Alive stared at me like I had three heads before slapping me, calling me a sick fuck, and storming off. When I got home from work that night, her stuff was out of our apartment and she had blocked my number.
Unfortunately for her, I wasn’t lying about the contingency triggers I placed in her mind. Within two days I woke up to dozens of calls and texts calling me every swear word in the book. She begged me to meet in person to undo what I’ve done to her, so I played along and agreed to meet her in person.
We wound up sitting together in the back of my car and it was immediately clear why she didn’t want to meet in public. She had her thumb firmly stuck in her mouth and the waistband of her pull-up was peeking out from the top of her shorts. She looked mortified, blushing bright red and tearing up a bit, but I knew I had to be strong to teach her the lesson she had to be taught.
A simple “reveal“ got her to take off her shorts, letting me inspect how wet her pull-up was. It was thoroughly used.
She started trying to question me about what else I did to her and how she could undo it, throwing in half-assed apologies whenever she could, but I quickly got bored and silenced her with a “quiet“.
“I told you what would happen if you left me. The thumbsucking and daytime wetting aren’t permanent yet, but if you continue fighting me they just might become so like your bedwetting. Are you ready to come home yet?“
I saw Alice sigh as she thought deeply about her situation. Finally, she nodded her head (still unable to verbally communicate with my trigger in her head and her thumb in her mouth) and I got to take her home.
She tiptoed around me for days afterward. I removed the daytime wetting but kept the thumbsucking and bedwetting, telling her that they were there for her own protection. She needed to constantly be aware that she had a problem that she had to work towards fixing, and the constant fixation on sucking her thumb helped to reinforce that. Plus, I was still hurt by the cheating, so the bedwetting made sure that it wouldn’t happen again anytime soon.
But her obedience was too good to be true, and one day I came home early from work to her making out on the couch with one of her fuckbuddies. I couldn’t believe her stupidity. I was in control of her entire life, and yet she was still trying to sleep around! I kicked him out, and immediately reinstated the day wetting, making her spurt instead of just drip.
That was when I put her in her first diaper and snapped this photo. She tried to fight me, sopping wet panties around her ankles, but I was in complete control of her subconscious. I made her lay down so that I could change her into an unnecessarily thick diaper, and then to reinforce my control made her get on her knees and suck my dick.
She was crying as she worked her tongue and mouth over my cock and helplessly wet her new underwear, but I knew that now I had to be extra vigilant, to make sure that she didn’t get any funny ideas about who was in charge. I finished in her mouth, bent down, and whispered: “You are mine, don’t forget it.”
Alice was now firmly in control, my little, diapered housepet. I was going to train her no matter what it took.
And so I did, adding and removing infantile behavior as I saw fit. Of course, I kept her diapered at all times, but sometimes I would let her use the bathroom if she had to make a mess. Occasionally, if I was feeling extra nice, I would even remove the thumbsucking trigger while we were in public. She was completely in my control, so it was a nice exercise to test her sometimes.
It took about two weeks for her to fail her first test. She thought I had turned around after a diaper change when she stuck her tongue out at me. Not a gross violation of my trust, but I was training her. She had to be punished for her actions.
I took her over my knee and spanked her right then and there, reinserting every trigger I’d subjected her to over the past two weeks as I went. She cried as her butt turned a bright shade of pink and bruised in some places, but I reminded her that she brought this on herself.
I got her dressed, making sure to leave her waistband visible over her jeans, and brought her to the store with me. She cried and apologized for what she did the entire way there, but I ignored her. She had to learn, and so I was going to teach her.
We shopped around the store for a bit, her waddling behind me nervously. She had no idea what I was going to do to her, and that terrified her. She knew she would feel and remember completely whatever public humiliation I was about to put her through.
I finally stopped by a section of rugs, decided it was the right time and place, and commented that “the rugs here are so nice, it would be a shame if you made a mess.“
That was all it took. I watch her face drop in recognition of the trigger, one I had never used on her before. She started tearing up as she bit her lip and grabbed her stomach in response to the sudden pressure. She had absolutely no control over the intense cramps wrecking her bowels, and the added “stop“ made sure that she would be unable to move from her spot as she did the unthinkable.
I watched her as she struggled, as did several other people as they noticed what was happening. She fought and fought and her face was more strained than I had ever seen it before. But eventually, everyone heard the telltale sound of a wet mess entering her diaper. It was immediately followed by a vile smell, one that left absolutely no question as to what Alice just did in her diaper. She started crying again, so I had her put her thumb into her mouth and took her home.
I continued training Alice for months, taking her down a peg in some intense display of public humiliation whenever I felt the need. Sometimes it was a small thing that set me off, like her not finishing her dinner, but I always reminded myself that she cheated on me, that she deserved this.
I continued adding triggers and they piled up as I forgot to remove them. Now, even if I wanted to remove them all, I couldn’t. I have no recollection of what I’ve taken from her. However, the one thing I never touched was her mind. From the beginning, I was careful never to use any hypnosis that would affect her cognitive functions, because I wanted her to learn as she was punished.
Soon, she found herself living as a permanently diaper dependent thumbsucking baby. She could barely walk or talk without my permission and certainly had no control over her bladder or bowels. The only time she is undiapered now is when I am fucking her, and maybe it’s best this way. It’s been a year since I caught her cheating, and she has never been better behaved.
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