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My Marriage

At 23, I met my wife. She is something of an amazon, standing slightly over six feet tall, but still very beautiful. I did not tell her about my special interests at first, for fear she wouldn't understand and leave me. However, as time passed, I felt the urge to tell her grow stronger and stronger.

Then, by some odd cosmic coincidence, she decided to dress as a baby for a Halloween party. The costume she purchased came with a real, adult-sized disposable diaper and a few exaggerated accessories. After returning home from the party, she asked me why I kept patting her ass all night. I tried to play off and told her I simply loved her ass, but she insisted that I never paid that much attention to it before tonight. Then she made the offhand comment, "If I didn't know better, I'd think you had a thing for the diaper". Almost without thinking, I took the plunge and replied "So what if I do?". She quickly turned to look directly into my eyes and said "Do you?". Blood was rushing to my head and I was finding it hard to think. The fear of what was transpiring was overwhelming and all I could say was "Do you hate me?". Her response was to take me in her arms and give me a long, passionate kiss. After assuring me that she didn't hate me, she suggested that we talk about it.

We spent the next three or four hours in our bed discussing fetishes and our desires. I told her all about my desire to be diapered and humiliated. I even showed her my stash of 'goodies', which included several issues of Whap!, Modern Mommy and other FemDom publications. While glancing through them, she admitted to having something of a dominant streak, but her fantasies mostly focused on the fantasy of having a servant boy attend to her every need while she spanked him for minor transgressions. I told her that I would love to be her servant boy, to which she replied "Let's go shopping".

Our first stop was the drug store, where I was sent inside to purchase a bag of diapers in my size. Next, we went to the local porn superstore, where we bought some rudimentary restraints, ballgag, leather paddle and a couple BDSM movies for her to study. It was a very basic setup, but it was a start.

That first night was great for me, but she didn't really feel like she had a clue. She confessed that it felt awkward, but still wanted to pursue it. I assured her it would get better with practice, but she still felt like a failure. She had a great deal of trouble leading the scene and coming up with imaginative scenarios. I suggested that we could script it in the future, but she insisted that would make it feel unreal. Little did I know she already had a fix in mind...

It was agreed that every friday evening through sunday evening I would be her slave and she my mistress. She started off our second weekend by diapering me and then tying me spread eagle to the bed. Next she forced the ballgag into my mouth and fastened it behind my head. She then curled up next to me and began reading some of the articles from my stash of FemDom magazines. Halfway through the first magazine, the doorbell rang and she got up to answer it. I figured she would get rid of them, but I blushed with embarassment when she came back in the room followed by her friend Kim. With the gag in my mouth, I couldn't say anything about this intrusion.

(I did not want to use my wife's name in this account, but calling her 'my wife' is getting old. I will call her Betty from here.)

I quickly learned that this was Betty's way of ensuring our playtime was enjoyable for both of us. It turns out Kim was in a lifestyle dominant relationship with her husband and Betty figured she could help us iron out the wrinkles. Kim got right down to business by showing Betty the proper way to tie a knot, so it could be released quickly in case of an emergency. As they discussed knot tying, Betty made the comment that restraining me in bed was going to get old fast, to which Kim responded that there were lots of places to restrain a diaperboy in our house. When Betty asked "How?", Kim responded by releasing my bonds and leading me through the house and demonstrating different places I could be bound. Suspended over the back of the couch, all fours on the ottoman, bent over the kitchen table or even hogtied in the middle of the living room were all suggested. Betty was particularly interested in tying me to the kitchen table, so that was where I was left.

They spent the next hour in the living room reading through my magazines and discussing which parts of the assorted stories fit us best. When they returned to the kitchen, they had made a list of the assorted activities they had read about in the magazines. While Betty removed the gag, Kim informed me that they were going to name them off one by one and I was to give them a number between 1 and 10 - 1 being very strong interest and 10 being no interest. This scale seemed backwards to me, but I soon found out why. As Betty pulled my diaper down to my knees, Kim told me that I would be paddled based on the numbers I gave - an answer of 1 would be 1 swat and an answer of 10 would be 10 swats.

This is nowhere near a complete list, but it went something like this...
Kim: "Spanking"
Me: "1"
Betty: SWAT!
Kim: "Diapers"
Me: "1"
Betty: SWAT!
Kim: "Castration"
Me: "10!"
Betty: SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

The full list contained probably 50 or 60 specific fetishes/ideas and I was outwardly opposed to a good number of them. That was my first spanking from my wife and it left me in tears. I was very proud of her.

Kim suggested that this was a good time to start my anal training, since I was already in the correct position. She then opened her purse and removed two latex gloves and a tube of lubricant. Both ladies donned a glove and spread lube onto their fingers. As Kim pressed her finger into my asshole, she explained the benefits of prostate massage. They took turns inserting their fingers as Kim instructed Betty on the best ways to manipulate her fingers for the best effect.

After massaging my prostate for a while, Kim asked Betty if she had a strapon or butt plug. When Betty answered no, Kim suggested that they needed to do some shopping before we could continue. My diaper was pulled back up and I was released from my bonds. Kim told me to clean the kitchen and make sure it was spotless before they returned from their shopping excursion.

For the next two hours I cleaned the kitchen as I waited for them to return. When they did finally return, they went straight to the bedroom where I could hear them laughing and carrying on. After a few minutes, I heard Kim call for me to come to the bedroom. When I entered the room, I saw Betty wearing only her underwear with a large silicone dildo jutting from a harness around her pelvis. I could tell the dildo was already lubricated as Betty was stroking it with her hand.

Kim then told me to stand at the end of the bed and bend over the footrail. As Kim threaded some rope through the leather restraints attached to my ankles and wrists, she explained to Betty that as time went on she should be able to do this without restraints, but for my first time they would ensure my obedience. My arms were bound together by way of a rope that was looped under the bed and my feet were spread wide and tied to the feet of the bed.

Kim then removed my diaper and explained to Betty that she needed to take it slow the first few times, as there could be injury if it was forced before I was ready. Next I felt Betty move behind me and begin pressing the head of the dildo into my ass. At first it was quite pleasurable, but as she slowly pressed harder and harder that pleasure turned to pain. Kim told Betty to pull back a little and then go in a tad farther and to repeat that until she got the head all the way in. After a bit of begging for them to stop, Kim retrieved the ballgag from the kitchen and strapped it back into my mouth.

Under 15 minutes of intermittent pressure, my ass gave way and the head of the dildo passed through. At this point, Kim stated that she should push it all the way in slowly. Once completely inserted, she began pumping the dildo in and out at a slowly increasing pace. When I heard Betty moaning, I knew she was enjoying herself. She fucked me that way for about 20 minutes until she had an orgasm. My ass was very sore, but it was also very stimulating. After Betty recovered from her orgasm, she slowly pulled the dildo from my ass.

Kim then pulled a small package from their shopping bags and opened it to reveal a black butt plug with a small hand pump attached to a short tube at the base of the plug. She pushed the plug into my ass and then squeezed the pump a few times to make it a tight fit. My diaper was then pulled back up and I was temporarily released from my bonds. I was then placed face down on the bed and my hands and feet were locked together behind my back in a form of hogtie. Betty removed the gag from my mouth as Kim told me the plug would be removed in the morning when she returned. They turned out the lights as they left the room and I could hear them chatting in the living room. About an hour later, Kim left and Betty came back to the bedroom. She asked if I wanted her to remove the plug, but I told her no. I was tempted to let her at first, but decided it would be better for both of us if I stood strong and endured it.

My arms and legs were already cramping and the plug gave me the sensation of desperatly needing to poo. It was very difficult to sleep that night, but the sight of my wife sleeping next to me gave me a great sense of satisfaction. When I woke up the next morning, Betty was already out of bed. I needed to pee, but felt I needed to ask her permission to use my diaper. I held it for as long as I could but before long I was soaking my diaper.

After lying there for about an hour, I heard the doorbell and footsteps coming toward the bedroom. Kim made a couple comments about my wet diaper as they both worked on removing the ropes holding me in position. I was led to the kitchen and told to make a big breakfast. After we ate, Betty deflated the plug and removed it from my ass as Kim told me that if I messed myself I would be severely punished. As I was cleaning the kitchen, it became harder and harder to keep from shitting myself. Just as I was finishing the last of the dishes, I lost the battle and filled my diaper with a stinky mess.

At first they thought it was funny that I messed my diaper, but when it came time to clean me up they were both gagging. After wiping me up the best she could, Betty sent me to take a shower. After my shower, I was informed it was time for my punishment. First I was pulled over Kim's lap. She explained everything as she went for Betty's benefit. She demonstrated how to hold my right arm tucked up into the small of my back, so if I resisted she could jerk my hand up and the pain would force me to sit still. After probably 200 swats of her hand, I was in tears and I was only half done. Next I was pulled over Betty's lap as Kim moved us both around for maximum effect. Just when I thought this spanking was over, Kim brought up one last point. She told Betty that over-the-knee was the perfect position for her favorite punishment spanking. She grabbed a medium sized butt plug from the bedroom, lubed it lightly and inserted it into my ass. She then handed Betty the paddle and explained how the paddle would hit the plug and bring a whole new sensation to the spanking. After 20-25 swats from the paddle, I was bawling like a baby and finally allowed to stand.

Next I was laid on the floor and taped into a fresh diaper. To my dismay, the plug was not removed. Kim commented during the diapering that we should look for thicker diapers. I was a bit confused when they dressed me in sweat pants and an XXL tshirt, but my confusion was replaced with panic when I realized they planned on taking me out. Luckily, they didn't try any public humiliation, as we only went to Kim's house. Her husband was out of town for the weekend and she decided to show us some of the 'special' furniture her husband had built or purchased over the years. It turns out her husband is a cabinet maker and very good at building things out of wood.

While examining all of Kim's equipment, Betty asked if we could try the pillory and Kim told her to go ahead. Betty ordered me to fit my head and hands into the holes and then she closed it and locked it. She told me to see if I could get out, but I couldn't. With a giggle, she deftly pulled my sweatpants down around my ankles, exposing my diaper, and told me they would return in a bit as they both left the room. There were no clocks or windows in their basement dungeon, so I had no clue how long I was left there, but after awhile the bent over position was hurting my lower back.

- Corey

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