My sub is used to going in my lap now. Just today, he walked over to me shyly while I was sitting on the couch.
“Are you okay? Did you want to tell me something?” By now I can tell when he has to wet himself by the smallest signs—the way he clasps his hands and blinks a little faster than usual.
I open my arms to show that he can sit down if he wants. He sits down gingerly as if it hurts a little. “I have to go,” he says quietly in my ear.
“Aw, and you want to be comfortable while you do?” I ask him, brushing his hair with my fingers. “Do you still have a diaper on?”
He squirms a little at the embarrassment of being asked about what he’s wearing under his jeans.
“Yeah…” he says, finally.
“Tell me when you start going,” I say.
“I already was,” he says in a small voice. “Like for the past minute.”
“Hey,” I say, giving him a light slap on the behind. “Tell me right away next time.”
But I still hold him until he’s totally relaxed in my arms and I can tell he’s finished. “Okay,” I say after a few minutes pass, “I can tell you’re done now. Are you gonna get up.”
“I…I have to go number two also.” I feel his hot cheek press against mine as he leans his face into the crook of my shoulder.
“Do you want to go to the toilet…or…” I find his hand and gently rub the back of it with my thumb. “You wanted to do it here where you’re comfortable, huh? Is that it?”
“Mmm,” he says, clearly embarrassed. “Maybe…”
“I got you those nice big diapers this time, remember? So it will hold all of it.”
“I’m not going to tell anyone if you go in your pants a little, baby.” He burrows his head deeper into the space between my neck and shoulder. I stroke his back. “I bet you feel really relaxed since you went pee. Is it making it hard to hold it?”
“A little bit,” he whispers.
“Go ahead, it’s okay. I won’t tell anyone you poop yourself sometimes. It can be our secret.”
He slowly raises his head and readjusts himself on my lap so that he’s kneeling and straddling my legs. I keep stroking down his back. I hear him grunt a little. I can feel his diaper growing. “Oh, good boy, let it all out.” He sighs and rests his head on my chest. I keep stroking his hair as he finishes. “I’m so glad you’re so comfortable around me.” I keep saying “good”, and “nice”, so that he knows I don’t mind at all.
“I’m…I think I’m done…” he says, his body relaxing into me.
“If you’re not sure, let’s keep the diaper on for a little while longer, okay? Just to be safe. Okay, we’ll lie down here for a second and I’ll spoon you.”
We lie down together on the couch and I rub his stomach and chest, secretly turned on by his mess pressing against my groin.
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