Daily Free-Write November 28, 2020

I rubbed my diaper front, the rustling noise of plastic filled the room.

"I won't get caught if I'm careful. I won't get caught if I'm careful. I won't get caught if I'm-"

I told myself I could just stop before I came to close to the edge of orgasm. Just like I had been doing every month. But the added stimulation of the story I was reading added that extra little element that I hadn't accounted for. And suddenly all my calculations were off. Had I stopped when I was supposed to stop, it wouldn't have happened. But I couldn't resist. Just a little more. Just a little more and I can stop before I reach the point of no return. But the pressure of repeated stimulation did its work. And where my hand stopped, the fantasy in my head continued. I had stopped half a second too late. My cock, halfway hard, stood in suspension pressed against the dry padding of my diaper. Teetering on the edge that I knew if would fall over. 

"Fuck it," I said, and continued rubbing again. If I was going to cum, I might as well make it as fulfilling and pleasurable as a complete orgasm could be. 

"Aahhhhh. Ahhhh." I screwed my eyes shut and bared my teeth as a dull file rushed through my system. I felt my cock spurting warm sticky semen into my diapers over and over. Enough to drench my balls and make the padding slick for more rubbing. It was a little more muted than the average orgasm, enough that I could keep rubbing as I involuntarily bucked my hips. Squeezed my ass cheeks together. Lifted my ass right off the bed. No, it wasn't as intense as some of my orgasms but it went on much, much longer.

The sounds coming from my throat died down. If you were outside my bedroom door, you might be forgiven for thinking I had banged my knee. And as the pleasure feeling passed over me and drifted off, I felt just as upset as if I had. 

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit." I repeated it like a mantra. "He's gonna kill me." 

Maybe if I had come into a wet diaper. Or a messy diaper. Maybe if I had had more to drink and could will myself to flood this one. Maybe he wouldn't find out. But I had come in to a dry diaper. A *dry* diaper. And just like that a month's worth of work had evaporated. I was back to square one. 

I huffed one last shuddering breath as my cock spasmed one more time, deposited one last rope of cum into the puddle pooling beneath my balls. "Shit." 

The door opened. A head peeked out from behind with that special smile. Bright white teeth shining behind chocolate-brown skin. 

"Did I just hear what I think I heard?"

I knew that smile. I feared that smile. That smile that meant that Daddy would get to punish his boy. Daddy was a sadist. 

My breath quickened. I shook my head and tried to spit out a defense. "N-no I, Daddy, I... No, wait... I didn't mean to..." 

"Shhhhh, shhhh shhhh, baby boy." He said, stalking around the bed and sliding in close. His septum piercing glinted in the light of the bedroom lamps. His eyes glinted too. "I heard you. I heard everything. Now let's inspect the damage. How much stickies did Nicky leave in his diaper for Daddy to find?"

I whimpered and lay my head back on the pillow as he untaped the tapes of my diaper one by one. Rrrrip. Rrrrip. Rrrrip. Rrrip. 

He slowly pulled down the front of it revealing a diaper devoid of any yellow markings. But well filled with my whitish spunk. 

I risked a glance down in time to see it pulling into gooey threads as the padding pulled away from my penis. Daddy shook his head and clucked his tongue. 

"And to think you were only two days away from getting out of diapers. Oh well. Guess it's another month of diapers and chastity." 

It had been a trap. He had baited me. I knew it. He had unlocked me on purpose, knowing I would never be strong enough to last the final seven days. But that wasn't true, and I knew it. I had made the choice, and the fault was mine. 

He reached for my belt and I let out a terrified squeal. 

"Shhh," he said, putting his hand over my mouth. "Don't wake the pig." 

Our roommate was down the hall already strapped down for the night. 

Daddy slowly ran his hand down to the side loop of his pants and unclipped a thin leather strap only a hands length and an inch wide. This was his punishment strap, which he kept on hand in case of any small infractions throughout the day. A flick of the wrist and a tiny sting was usually all it took to keep his piglets in line. But this time I knew it would me much much worse.

My eyes widened as his hand pulled back. I shook my head and let out muffled yells. But he was stronger than I. While I used both hands to try and pry his arm away, he had full access to my lower half. In the flash of an eye, he swung down aiming right between my legs. My screams died in the meat of his hand as I tried to double over in pain. The hand pressing my head into the pillow prevented it. 

"Still wanna empty those balls boy? Daddy can help you empty those balls. I'll beat the baby batter right out of 'em."

Another swing, another cry of agony. I was beginning to panic. I was beginning to hyperventilate. I was about to turn into a sea cucumber right there on the bed. 

He stopped. Waited for me to catch my breath. Then he released his hand. 

"Did you enjoy that, little Nicky?"

I shook my head vehemently. "No, sir."

"Do you want to empty your balls again?" He pulled his wrist back quickly as if he was going to swat them again. 

"No, sir! Please!" I cried.

"Shhh, little one. Shhh. Inside voices." He paused and rephrased the question. "You can empty your balls as often as you like, but you'll get a paddling like this every time you do, and you'll have to start your diaper punishment all over again. So, do you want to cum again on your own, little one?"

"No, Daddy!" 

"I don't know, I kind of like it when you come. More fun for Daddy. Maybe if you ask nicely to be locked up again, I'll do it."

"Oh, please Daddy, please lock me up again! I don't want to be a bad boy. I don't want to make stickies again!" 

"Shhh, baby boy. If you raise your voice again, I'll give you another smack with the strap. How long should we wait to let you have stickies?"

"Forever. I don't want to make stickies again, Daddy. Please." 

I didn't really think of what his meant. All I could think of was the pain I got after breaking the rules. And how horny the idea of being a permanently chaste diaper cuck made me. 

"Okay, baby boy. Stay here. And don't touch anything." 

I lay there whimpering, the evidence of my bad behavior slowly seeping into the padding between my legs. Daddy soon returned with a small pink plastic cage.

"Here we are, little one. The perfect size for your limp little clitty." 

I whimpered as he pulled my balls through the ring and then pushed my penis through. He narrowly avoided scraping the vampire teeth on the top of the cage - the part where the shaft slid onto the ring. I winced just the same. My cock was spent, so it was easy enough for him to slide the little nub cage into place and twist the key. 

"There you go, baby girl. Nice and secure for your diapers." 

I looked down. My balls stood out over the miniscule pink plastic nub. He pulled the diaper back up between my legs. I didn't even feel it. And I knew that when I wore the cage I would be that much more infantile. When I was soaked, I wouldn't even know it. Because the cage meant I had almost no sensation down there between my legs besides the awareness of the puffy padding pushing them apart, poofing out the butt of my pants and causing me to waddle. 

"Much better baby boy," he said, patting the front of my diaper. He handed me my bottle of water from the nightstand.

"Drink up baby boy. You've still got some diapers to finish before we start on next month's shipment. I took the liberty of ordering it for you last week.

So he *had* planned this. I just nodded and resigned myself to my fate. "Yes, sir." 

My cock twitched in my cage. Part of me loved it. 

"And you know what else this means, right?" 

I did. One more piece of adulthood lost with each infraction. 

"What shall we take this time? Let's spin the wheel to find out." 

He opened up an app on his phone. A wheel appeared with all the options of things to take away for good. Urinary continence. Fecal continence. Body hair. Testicles. Big boy clothes. Big boy persona. Mobility. Speech." 

He could take any of these away if he wished and he didn't even need to cut me open to do it. He had other ways. I watched as the wheel went around and around. 

"Oh, I'm sorry. looks like Nicky's not going to be able to hide his baby status any longer."

I watched in dismay as he opened up all my social media, my emails, my messenger. One by one he sent out a prepared message about my exodus from adulthood, topped off with a picture of me in a diaper looking cute as can be, hugging my stuffie and sucking my thumb. 

That was it. No more job. No more vanilla friends. I didn't know what my family would say but I didn't expect to be invited to any family gatherings dressed like this. It didn't matter. I had agreed to the challenge knowing full well where I'd probably end up. 

At least I wouldn't be paraded around to all my coworkers, friends, and family in person. 

"We'll stop by your work tomorrow to drop off your two-week notice. I think the blue child harness and overalls will be most appropriate for that, don't you?"

Clearly I spoke to soon. 

I *had* asked for a Daddy. 

I *had* set my preferences to permanent regression.

I *had* checked humiliation as one of the options in my ABDL matchmaker user account. And of course I had signed my name on the most restrictive contract. The one that said permanent and binding in big bold letters on the first page. 

I had been horny. I had been egged on by all my diaper friends online. I had thought of it all as a fantasy until I woke up head still fuzzy strapped down to my new bed. I had been a fully functional adult. Now I was struggling to get through potty training. Still in diapers for the third month in a row. 

Daddy leaned in with that certain smile of his and spoke into my ear in a low husky voice. 

"Oh well, baby. Better luck next month. I'm sure you won't slip up again and lose other adult priveleges." 

I just whimpered and nodded. None of that was true and we both knew it. But this is what asked for, after all.