Benjiās Potty Chair
I ran the razor up my left leg, leaving a trail of silky-smooth skin behind, and contemplated my evening. Would he leave rosy red marks like last week? The fiery hand prints on my legs and breasts had faded to purplish bruises after a day, but the memories of him twisting me into countless positions still burned bright.Ā **
Hhhhhnnnnn!Ā
I sighed as the strained grunt dispelled my fantasy. āHowāre you doing, Benji?ā I called through the shower curtain.Ā
No response.Ā
I placed the razor on the shelf, visions of Alexanderās strong hands fading as more immediate responsibilities took precedence. I peeked around the side of the shower curtain. āWhy arenāt you answering me?"Ā
Benji scowled up at me from his potty chair. "I donāt like it when you strap me in."Ā Ā
"Sweetie, weāve been over this. You donāt sit still long enough otherwise."Ā
He shook his head, his messy brown hair shaking around. His face was flushed.Ā
āAre you embarrassed about me hearing you poop?"Ā
"No! I donāt hafta poop!ā He glowered at the tile floor. He looked so infantile in any adult setting these days. Oddly enough, the bathroom had become one of those settings: aside from brushing his teeth and an every-other-night tub he didnāt have any reason to be in here.Ā Ā
I slipped back into the shower. āYou said that last time I put you on Mister Fluffles. And then you filled your pants on the slide. We had to change your blowout on that park bench, remember?ā I applied some more shaving cream and worked my way further northāa bit of a hassle, as it had to be done so carefully, but the look on Alexanderās face when he pulled down my panties would be worth the effort.Ā
āCan I play Smash with Cooper tonight?ā Benji asked.Ā
āHmm?"Ā
"I said I wanna play Smash Brothers with Cooper."Ā
"Is that one of your video games?ā I asked.Ā
āYeah, itāhhhhnnnnnnnnnāis.āĀ
Two years spent relentlessly and systematically stripping him of any trace of potty training couldnāt exactly be undone with an occasional date with Mister Fluffles, the koala potty chair. But Benji liked to pretend he had some control and I liked to watch him squirm and wiggle and try to show me he was a big boy.Ā
"You need to go to bed. Itās late."Ā Ā
"Itās not even dark out!ā he wailed.Ā Ā
āDoes Cooperās wife know heās going to be playing games tonight? She said heās been sneaky lately. Getting out of his crib at all hours. Maybe I should check in with her."Ā
"No! Itās okay,ā he said. His tiny white chastity cage clicked against the hard plastic of the seat as he shifted around.Ā
āOkay, then.ā I trimmed up the last bit of hair and washed away the shaving cream. I shut off the water and wrapped myself in a towel. Last time Iād let Benji see me get out of the shower without a towel the poor boy had humped himself raw during nap time. I pulled back the curtain and stepped into the steamy bathroom.
Benji gawked up at me: Mickey Mouse shirt stained with ketchup from his chicken nugget dinner; big, bare knees poking up into the air; tiny, locked penis dangling between his legs. He stared at my chest, unable or unaware that he was doing soāadorable and pathetic in equal measure.Ā
āDid you leave a little present for me?ā I asked. The bathroom smelled only of my lavender shampoo and his ever-present baby powder, but I wanted him to acknowledge his failure.Ā Ā Ā
He shook his head mournfully.Ā
āAww, thatās okay.ā I tousled his hair. He smiled a little bit at that, bashfully. I unclipped the buckle across his stomach. He easily could have unbuckled it himself, but months of consistent paddling and corner time had taught him never to unstrap something Iād put him into unless it was an emergency.
He stood up and crossed his arms. āPlease can I play? Just for a little bit?ā
āHmm.ā I made a show of considering it as I grabbed another towel and dried my close-cropped black hair. āI suppose you can stay up a bit longer.ā
He beamed at me and moved in for a hug.Ā
āBut no video games."Ā
His face fell.
I wrapped him in a hug and then held him back by the shoulders. āBenji. Look at me.āĀ
He stared at the floor.Ā
I put a finger under his chin and brought his eyes up to mine. "You can help me get ready for my evening out. Would you like that?"Ā
He nodded, the hint of a smile teasing the corners of his mouth. My heart melted. Sometimes I almost forgot this was the same man whoād been sleeping with half of the accounts receivable department not that long ago. He still struggled with his new role sometimes, but heād come so far. No more lies. No more fighting. No more threats of divorce. Just the adoration and faithfulness of a locked and padded boy.Ā
I took his hand and led him into the master bedroom. Coming in here was a bit of a treat for him. It usually meant I needed breakfast in bed and some attention under the covers, which he was all too happy to provide. And heād never admit it, but he loved to get me dressed for my nights outāit was the closest heād get to seeing me naked, after all. A little turnabout, as I saw him naked all of the time: bath time, diaper changes, and his special, unlocked days every other month.Ā
He laid down on the bed.Ā
"No peeing my bed now. Remember what happened last time you did that?ā I asked him.
He shook his head vigorously. āI wonāt."Ā
In truth, I wasnāt sure I remembered exactly what had happened, it was so long ago. Heād leaked through one of those terrible store brand diapers weād started out with. Iād made him strip the sheets. Probably a spanking? At least he remembered, and thatās what was important.Ā Ā
I pulled a fresh diaper from his diaper bag and fluffed it out. "How about some farm animals tonight?"Ā
He grinned. He loved these diapers. And I loved them too. Not just because the design was cuteāit wasāor because he crinkled loudly when he walkedāhe didābut because theyād hold so much without leaking. An important quality on long overnights like this.Ā
I spread the diaper out and scooted his butt onto it. He wasnāt shy anymore, at least not most of the time. It took a lot of work for both of us to get here. Lots of tears and embarrassment and anger from me. The very first change heād actually flailed around so much he kicked me in the stomach. His face had gone as white as the diaper. He apologized and I accepted; it was a landmark on his journey from loutish husband to soft, compliant boy.Ā
I leaned over further than I needed to as I dusted him with the sweet-smelling powder, giving him a tiny glimpse of my cleavage. It was hypnotic. At least to him. Well, and to Alexander. The two men were little alike, but in the things my body did to them they were the same. Iād have to explain that to them sometime.Ā Ā Ā
I brought the diaper up to his belly button and taped it tightly, then patted the front. "Okay. Time to help Mommy get ready."Ā
My phone buzzed on the nightstand and I hopped up to get it.Ā
Weāre going dancing. Wear something classy.
I couldnāt keep the smile off my face.Ā
"What is it?ā Benji asked.Ā
āNothing, sweetie. Just Mommyās friend.ā I walked over to the record player and thumbed through the stack of vinyl. A moment later, the dulcet tones of Duke Ellington filled the room.Ā
I walked into the closet and pulled a slinky black cocktail dress off the rack, followed by a set of black lingerie. Alexanderās favorite. It was the second pair heād bought me; heād ripped the first pair off me on our second date.Ā
āWhat do you think, sweetie? Will this pair do?"Ā
Benji nodded, one hand unconsciously dropping to the front of his diaper and squeezing. It gave a naughty little crinkle.Ā
I slipped the panties on with the towel still wrapped around me, then turned toward the wall and dropped the damp cloth onto the floor. Benji squeaked.Ā
I positioned the bra around my breasts. "Baby, could you help me?ā I called over my shoulder.
His fingers trembled as they grazed my back, his warm breath coming in rapid little puffs. What was going through his head? Did he want to reach out and squeeze my breasts? Throw me down on the bed and have his way with me? I might not even stop him if he tried. The diaper would stay on, of course, but he could wear the strapon over it.Ā
He grasped the clasps, fumbled around for a few moments, and clipped them into place. If only he knew what a little boldness would have bought him. Oh well. I turned around and adjusted the bra, lifting slightly so everything settled into place. āThanks, sweetie."Ā
He stood there, inches away from everything he wanted, one hand twitching and the other caressing his diaper. Such a precious boy.Ā
I walked over and sat at the vanity. "Come."Ā
He grabbed the bottle of moisturizing lotion and immediately crawled beneath the vanity,Ā puffy diaperbutt wiggling in the air as he got into position. He could fit in there, but just barely. Iād considered buying a more open design, but there was something about confining the boy that seemed to please us both.Ā
I brushed my hair as I felt him take my feet in his and begin applying the lotion. His hands were soft, now. When Iād first asked him to help lotion me theyād been coarse. Two years of moisturizing lotion and a lack of anything but housework had softened him.Ā
Now for the makeup ritual. Foundation. Blush. Eyeliner. Mascara. Cherry red lipstick and a spritz of Jean Patou to complete the process. The routine was meditative and gave me time to anticipate the nightās events, running myriad fantasies through my head.Ā
By the time I was done with my routine, Benjiās rubbing and massaging had slowed down. I slid forward on the bench, putting my panties inches from his face. That should get his cock twitching and leaking into his diaper. Diaper discipline and chastity had made him so much more in tune with my feelings, my needs. He was eagerādesperate, evenāto please. I could pull aside my panties and heād enthusiastically warm me up for my date with no expectation of reciprocity.Ā
I looked at the clockānearly seven. Perhaps another night. I slid back off the bench and peeked under it. He rarely looked like more of an oversized toddler than when he was curled up under there. "Beddie bye time, sweetie."Ā
He whimpered a little as he crawled out. I took his hand and led him into the hallway. He was walking more slowly than usual. He rubbed his stomach.Ā
"Are you feeling okay?"Ā
He dropped his hand. "I wanna play Smash. Please? Just ātil 9?"Ā
"I already said no, Benji. Ask again and youāll be going to sleep with a blistered bottom. Is that what you want?"Ā
He shook his head. As we stepped into the nursery his eyes darted to the correction bench and the row of paddles hanging above it. Heād do almost anything to avoid a trip over my lap. Especially when he knew it would be a long night. Something about a soaked diaper pressed against his tender skin really stung, I gathered. Of course, I didnāt know first-hand; Alexander had spanked me a few times, but Iād never in a million years let myself be put into a diaper.Ā
"You need a good nightās sleep. Weāre going to the zoo with Marisa and Candice tomorrow, remember?ā
He grumbled and made a sour expression. They always teased him about his diapers. He said he didnāt like it, but Iād learned to tell his excited blushes from his embarrassed blushes.Ā
He flopped down in front of his toy chest and began absentmindedly playing with some GI Joes. They were vintage, from the 80s, and a very exciting Christmas gift from Auntie Marisa a year ago. One of those little touches that made his utter lack of access to my body or the bathroom worth it to him, it seemed. Or bearable, at least.Ā
I flipped through the racks of clothes in his closet. So many bright, primary colors and designs. So much soft, fuzzy fabric. I selected two of my favorite outfits.Ā "Tonight you get a choice, baby"Ā
His ears perked up; it wasnāt often he had a say in his attire.Ā
"Dinosaur footies or Transformers? Which would you like?"Ā
He pointed to the dinosaur footies. They probably had five times as much fabric as the evening dress Iād slip into after tucking him in. They seemed far too warm to me, but he seemed to like them.
The elephant clock hanging over his crib said 6:55. I slipped over to the window and drew back the curtains. Alexanderās jet black Audi idled below. I spun around. "Okay, baby. Lie down for Mommy.āĀ
He rolled over onto his back on the city-streets rug, still acting out his imaginary scenario with two of the little soldiers. I placed a hand on his diaper. It was warm. "Wet already?"Ā
He shrugged. I wasnāt sure he even knew or really cared when he wet anymore. Which made sense, really, as he didnāt have a choice. The diaper discipline program reinforced the idea that diapers werenāt for accidentsāthey were his potty. Why bother holding it when everything inevitably ended up in your diaper?Ā
I zipped the front of the jammies up and then stood to lower the side of his crib. The white bars dropped to the floor. "Up we go!"Ā
He dropped his soldiers on the carpet and padded over slowly. He had that lookāthe look that said he was going to argue.Ā
I patted the crinkly crib mattress for emphasis. "Come on, now. Mommy doesnāt want to be late."Ā
As he started to climb into the crib he stopped.
What wasā¦oh. Ohhhh!
SQUELCH!
He hunched over and grunted, face red as an overripe tomato. There was a muffled fart, followed by another grunt. Then he stood up slowly, legs bowed out even more than usual.Ā
I couldnāt help but giggle. "Guess you had to poop after all, hmm? Should have tried a bit harder to leave your present with Mister Fluffles."Ā
He straight-leg loped toward the changing table.Ā
I grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. "Where do you think youāre going?āĀ
āForā¦for a change?ā
āUh-uh.ā I shook my head slowly. āI said it was bedtime. Iāll be back in the morning to change you."Ā
Nascent tears pooled in the corners of his eyes.Ā
"Or I can send my mother by tonight? Iām sure sheād be happy to change you."Ā
He shook his head vigorously.Ā
"Thatās what I thought.ā
As he struggled to climb up onto the crib I placed a hand on the lumpy seat of his diapers and shoved.Ā
āEeeewwww!ā he said as he flopped up onto the crib. He rolled over onto his back and put on his cranky face.Ā
I popped a pacifier between his pouting lips and brushed the single, salty tear from his cheek. āItās okay, baby. Tomorrow will be a fun Mommy and Benji day. Maybe weāll even get ice cream after the zoo. Youād like that, wouldnāt you?"Ā
He sniffled and then nodded.Ā
The crib bars locked into place with a definitive click. I shut off the overhead light. His night light painted the ceiling with stars and moons.Ā
"Night night, sweetie. Mommy will see you in the morning."Ā
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