My Submission, Chapter 1 Revised

My diaper was soggy and was on the verge of leaking. It wasn’t the first and it surely wouldn’t be the last.

The drive home up these winding mountain roads was always long. I was glad to have changed before I left the office; with the amount of liquids I had consumed all throughout the day, I didn’t think I would have been able to make it back home without leaking. The sun had set long ago. I finally turned off the highway and onto the road that led back to the house, then sighed. I still had another ten-minute drive ahead of me. There were no streetlights out here; not this far away from the city. I wanted to see just how much padding I had left, so I squeezed my legs shut as much as I could. My diaper, thick as it was, didn’t let me get anywhere close.

My husband, Aston, was my soul-mate and I his. Even after we got married, he seemed too good to be true until I found out his secret: he had a diaper fetish and wanted me to train me to wear diapers. I must admit that I was rather curious, so I gave it a shot. It didn’t take that long for me to really get into it. After a short while, he had told me that if I gave up my bladder control to him, he’d treat me like a princess and he’d take care of my every need; I wouldn’t want for anything. I was hesitant at first, naturally; giving up your bladder control to your lover was quite an ask. The more he painted a life of luxury, pleasure, and of sheer decadence if I submitted to his wishes, the more interested I became.

I loved my job too much to quit, but I still gave wearing diapers all the time an earnest shot for him. Once I had settled into the rhythm of wearing them and being rewarded for it, he had me call him Daddy, a name I knew drove him wild every time I uttered it. The following day, Daddy arranged for subliminal hypnosis to play through my car speakers whenever I drove. He didn’t tell me what the files would do, only that if I wanted to be a good girl, I would listen to them as often as I could. All I heard was a pleasant orchestral quartet, one that I quite enjoyed. Sometimes, I would catch a whisper of a word here and there, but the hypnotist said his words so softly that I couldn’t make out what they were saying.

After a few months of enjoying the songs that Daddy had picked out, I noticed some changes, like how wearing diapers all the time had become normal for me. I was still in complete control of when I peed and changed, or so I thought. During an excessively long meeting, I was surprised to find out that I had gotten close to my diaper’s leaking point. I couldn’t remember the last time when I had wet my diaper. I excused myself, grateful for my dark pencil skirt, and had hurried off to my private office to change. By the time I reached my little corner office, urine had trickled down my legs and had stained my pantyhose. I was too scared to look behind me to see if I had left a trail of urine down the hallway.

The damage was so bad that I had to call Aston to bring me a fresh change of clothes. I hid in my office until he came. He teased me, but told me how proud he was of my progress. As time went on, and as my bladder control started slipping away, he had offered once more to take care of me in every way, but I had declined once again. The connections I made at work brought me such joy that I couldn’t imagine giving them all up.

I was a social butterfly. Despite loving my job, today’s disaster made me consider revisiting his offer. Aston’s money was more than enough to live off of for ten lifetimes; I wouldn’t have to work another damn day in my life. I toyed with the idea of actually giving up my job and living in his fantasy world. I knew he would be so happy if I did that for him.

My thoughts drifted to what Aston did to me last weekend. My heart sped up as I remembered how my hunk of a lover had catered to my every need and had pleasured me in ways that made me feel as if he was worshiping a god. He tied me up and took care of me in the most intimate of ways before he showered me with pleasure. My diaper grew wet at the memory of him thrusting in and out of me. My eyes glazed over as I remembered the sheer pleasure he had plucked and fucked from my body. He had been in control over my whole being and I had no choice to go along for the ride.

I felt my pussy throb and my knees weaken with anticipation as I finally pulled into the driveway. I sometimes wished that we lived closer to where I worked, but the views from our mountainside house were simply to die for. Have you ever gotten passionately fucked with the wilderness as your sole witness to your love?

I waddled my way to the front door. The porch light was on, but the foyer was dark. “Aston, I’m home!” I called out. I smelled dinner from further down the hall, making my stomach grumble. Darkness shrouded the hallway in front of me, with only a faint glow coming from beneath the kitchen door. I turned to lock the door, then kicked off my shoes.

I smelled my lover’s scent; he was close. I froze, letting my bag fall to the floor as I pretended to look at something outside. He loved playing the part of the predator. His arms wrapped around me from behind, tugging me against his firm chest. A sleep mask covered my eyes, removing any source of light. It was a snug yet comforting feeling, just like being held in his enormous arms was. Giving up your sight to your lover, and showing him you trust them without question, was a wonderful thing. Aston kissed my neck once, then a second time before he swept me off my feet like I weighed nothing, carrying me further into the house. I lay my head against his chest and let my eyes slide shut.

He’d carried me away from the altar just like this on our wedding day. My diaper had been in a similar state then, but only he had been privy to that knowledge. I had been hopelessly dependent on diapers for over a year back then.

Oh, to live a life as my lover’s plaything. Servitude brought me joy, especially since I was naturally submissive. I had brought up the idea of him being dependent on diapers as I was, but he said that Daddies don’t need to wear diapers like their little leaky princess does.

He carried me upstairs and turned left, carrying me into our bedroom. He gently lay me down on the bed and shushed me as I opened my mouth to ask about his day. I felt something brush my lips.

“Do you trust me?” he softly asked. Without any hesitation, I nodded and opened my mouth, letting him insert a large, adult-sized pacifier. I sucked on it, imagining it was his thingy, before a strap slipped around the back of my head, holding it securely in place. I couldn’t spit it out if I wanted to.

Daddy swiftly undressed me until I sat only in my diaper. He untaped it and let the front fall open. He left me utterly exposed to him and only him. I felt the cool touch of a baby wipe grace my folds. I squirmed for just a moment at the sudden touch, but forced myself to remain calm as he tended to my needs. Knowing that my diaper had no more capacity, I tried my hardest to hold it so that I wouldn’t get him or our sheets wet but after spending so much time back in diapers, it was futile. A bit of pee trickled down my slit, leaking down in between my cheeks to settle on my diaper. I clamped down as hard as I could and groaned through the pacifier, trying to alert him I was going to get our bed wet. He merely shushed me again and waited until my bladder was empty.

My face burned red with embarrassment. I had no control over what I just did and Daddy let it happen; I knew he loved making me feel helpless. My body yearned for his touch the moment his fingers left my skin. After he pulled my wet diaper out from under me, I was surprised to feel that I hadn’t leaked on our bed at all; it was as dry as the desert. If I didn’t have a pacifier in my mouth, I would have begged for him to fuck me raw right here, right now, but he had other plans. I heard the familiar rustle of a diaper in his hands so I lifted my butt off of the bed and let him tape me into a fresh diaper, wondering what he had in store for me all the while.

“Sit up,” came his strong yet gentle voice. “Arms up.” He pulled a tight, long-sleeved shirt over my head, making me try to figure out what he had in mind. I had expected him to dress me up in lingerie for a night of passion, but it was clear he had something else in store for me this night. I tried to help him thread my hands through the end of the sleeves but found them to be sewn shut.

“Be still, my love,” he said.

I relaxed and let him do what he needed, only then realizing that he was restraining me in a straightjacket. My heart thudded in my chest; he was getting me ready for a night of pleasure. My arms sat below my breasts, pinned tightly to my tummy. My bladder muscles spasmed, a fresh and comforting warmth the only sign that I had wet my freshly changed diaper. Once I was fully restrained, he lifted my legs up, pushing me onto my back. I squirmed, feeling his hardness press against the seat of my diaper through his pants as he held me against him. His warmth seeped into the back of my legs as his length throbbed against me, a silent promise of what was to come if I was a good girl. I would have let him take me right then and there if I had been able to speak.

My thoughts grew muddled as his scent grew stronger. His weight settled in between my legs; I felt him lean in close. I took a deep breath in through my nose, enjoying the smell of his cologne. It was musky with a hint of smoke and a fruit I couldn’t place. Sometimes I could smell a little mint on him, but that was always a rarity. He only wore that particular scent on nights like these, letting me know he was here to put my pleasure and needs far above his own. It was a glimpse of what life could be if I quit my job and lived under his care.

I felt him pull away before he sat down on the bed behind me, then did my best to remain still as he sat me on his lap. My princess petals were soaked; I knew it wasn’t from my urine. I relaxed against him as light orchestral music filled the room. It took me just a few seconds to realize it was the same artist that had made my hypnosis tapes. The music swelled momentarily before settling into a soft melody. My head swayed from side to side in time with the music. I thought I recognized some of the song, but that feeling faded as the music jumped into a more lively, upbeat tune.

I didn’t know how much time had passed before Daddy’s hand reaching inside my diaper brought me back to reality. I couldn’t help but grin; we were finally getting somewhere. Not that I didn’t enjoy his loving touch, I just needed something a little harder and thicker than his fingers, but I would take what I could get. I lay my head against his chest and took in his essence, simply content in the moment. I wanted to do naughty things to him with my mouth, but with the pacifier and straitjacket, I was utterly powerless to do so.

“Such a good girl…” he whispered into my ear as two of his fingers spread my lips, his middle finger drawing shapes on my entrance. After a mere minute of teasing and my body begging for more, his finger finally glided inside of me, my body betraying just how turned on I was. The tip of his finger came to rest against my G-spot. It sat there for a few moments before he started finger fucking me. His palm grew slick with my wetness, only serving to better stimulate me.

I felt him rummaging around behind us for something with his other hand before he turned back around, his finger never leaving my special spot. Aston was quite an attentive lover, more so than anyone else I’d ever been with. He pulled the back of my diaper up as tight as he could, his hand pinned, cupped against my slit. Another finger slithered inside, making alternating come hither motions against my most treasured pleasure point. My breath caught in my throat.

I heard my favorite toy in all the world buzz to life, thrumming away as it neared my diaper. Daddy is going to make me cum, I thought with glee. I had been pretty pent up all day and needed this more than anything in the world. The sound of the vibrator filled my ears as it neared my soggy diaper. I saw nothing but stars the moment it touched my diaper, the pressure pushing his fingers deeper inside of me. Each of his digits turned into mini vibrators, the two inside of me driving me wild with lust. Daddy had never done this to me before; I wondered where he’d gotten this wondrous idea.

I tried my hardest not to cum, trying to prolong the inevitable, but Daddy made sure that I couldn’t last. The second he whispered, “I love you,” into my ear, I gave in to his will, my legs twitching as lightning bolts of pleasure exploded from my core. Utterly restrained, and with my moans muffled by the pacifier, I could only buck against his hand. I wanted to push the vibrator harder against my diaper, but the straight jacket kept me held tight. The idea that I was completely helpless against Daddy drove me crazy. I felt my diaper grow warmer as I rode the everlasting bliss of my orgasm.

This could be my life. Every single day, Daddy could pleasure me just like this, making me a quivering mess of a lady in his lap. All thoughts of continuing my job fled my mind, replaced by a passionate love for him that raged in my core. What was the point of working so hard when this could be my life? Why would I want to work so hard just for one night of passion a week when this could happen every day? Why spend so much time away from him when I could never leave his side?

I knew the answer in my heart as I slowly came down from my high, my chest heaving as I struggled to catch my breath. I took deep breaths in through my nose, my body quivering in his embrace. The vibrator’s noises faded away; I heard Daddy toss it on the sheets behind us. His fingers slipped out of me, leaving me feeling dreadfully empty and ravenous for more. He cupped my mound with his hand as he let me catch my breath.

“Good girl…” he whispered. “Such a good girl…”

I knew deep down that I was a good girl. Submission was a beautiful thing. It showed him I trusted him to take care of me in the most intimate of ways. I lay my head against his chest, tucking my head underneath his chin. This was my place in this world. I was his, and he was mine. My eyes slid shut as my breathing slowed down, matching his own after a few minutes. I loved feeling his chest rise and fall with each breath we took.

The pacifier’s straps snapped loose, startling me back to the present. I didn’t want to let him, but I knew I didn’t have a choice. I took a few quick suckles before I let Daddy pull it from my mouth. Now two of my holes felt dreadfully empty. I had to change that.

His hand cupped my chin, gently tilting my head back so his lips could find mine. My whole body relaxed; I became putty in his arms. He broke the kiss far sooner than I had wanted; I’d been craving his touch since lunch and this was all he could give me? Maybe he was keeping me pent up. Maybe he knew exactly what would drive me wild.

“Ready for round two?” he finally asked.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.”