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A Bedwetter Gets the Chastity He Deserves

At last, after many months of frustration, I have finally found a lasting solution to the vexing problem I had with my sissy husband, Bob. That solution was the Holy Trainer in the Nano size.

I can now proudly say that I finally have him exactly where I want him and he is now erection- and orgasm-free.

Allow me to provide a little background.

You see, Bob is a chronic bedwetter.

I decided early on, that the best way to handle it was to keep him in diapers and plastic panties at night. I would pin him into his pampers every night, and then change him out of the sopping wet ones the next morning. However, since that seemed to do little to deter his wetting, I eventually decided to punish him by making him wear them during the day as well.

This was terribly embarrassing for him, as he often had to waddle around in front of my friends, many of which like to tease him about his emasculating, toddler attire. He is required to stand there submissively, and endure their humiliating comments as they squeeze his fat, diapered bottom and check to see if he's wet. This is made all the worse by the cute, babyish plastic panties I have him wear--all in soft, prissy pastels and colorful nursery prints.

Bob's transformation from proud husband and man of the house, to a sissy baby in diapers didn't happen overnight, but rather gradually, over the course of about a year. During that time, I moved him out of our bedroom and into the spare room so I wouldn't have to smell his pee-soaked diapers all the time.

I had his new room converted bit by bit into a baby's nursery, complete with an adult-sized crib, playpen, rocking horse, and changing table--basically, everything a toddler still wetting his diapers would need, plus a few items deliberately chosen to humiliate him. Bob soon acquired a vast wardrobe of plastic and rubber panties, diapers, and many sissy dresses and outfits.

I guess you could say that in taking control over a big, incontinent toddler, I had to say goodbye to my husband.

This was all achieved surprisingly easy, as Bob has always been something of a passive, mild-mannered sissy. His weak will and lack of backbone has always allowed myself and others to push him around.

By contrast, I've always had a dominant personality and right from day one, I forced him to defer to my rules and decisions.

In retrospect, I suppose it was inevitable that he would find himself in diapers and plastic panties and ruled over by his superior wife.

Ever since our first days together, I found sex with Bob to be a terrible disappointment.

Unfortunately, I had 'saved myself for marriage', so it wasn't until it was too late that I discovered his pathetic "skills" in bed, to say nothing of his tiny little penis. Sadly, even when fully erect, Bobby's "manhood" does not measure beyond two inches. To be honest, when I first saw it--I just laughed and laughed--I'd never seen anything like it since my babysitting days with children.

The first few times we tried to have sex, he got so excited, he came almost immediately, leaving me high and dry. In my anger and frustration, I rewarded him with a trip over my knee and good dose of my hairbrush, firmly applied to his bare, sissy bottom.

It was clear Bobby was never going to live up to my standards as a lover, so I decided then and there to find a real man that could satisfy my needs. He didn't like it, but just as in everything else in our relationship--he had absolutely no say in the matter.

I was going to have a lover and he was just going to have to deal with it.

On those nights that I had a date, I'd take special care with my hair and makeup and choose my sexiest outfit. I enjoyed teasing Bobby--telling him how a real man would soon be satisfying me and taunting him while in my lingerie as I bragged about my boyfriends. Bobby would fidget and whine, consumed with jealousy as he stared hungrily at my big breasts in their revealing, low cut tops and the generous cleavage I was showing between.

"That's not for you, sissy," I'd tell him, wagging my perfectly manicured finger at him in denial.

Then I'd take Bobby to his nursery, change his diapers, give him a bottle of warm milk, and tuck him into his crib for an early bedtime.

That done, I'd go out for a wonderful night of sex and multiple orgasms with the man of my dreams--whoever he happened to be that month.

This went on for a while with no issues but then a problem cropped up I hadn't considered.

First, I noticed Bobby would always get an erection whenever I changed his diapers. It struck me as both laughable and ludicrous--his tiny, two inch pee-pee standing straight up like a crayon as I powdered and pinned him into his soft, fluffy diapers. This was all the more galling, since I had decided on diapers as a solution for his bedwetting--not for his sexual arousal.

Clearly--the little sissy was enjoying his humiliating pampers, despite the fact that I had cut him off from sex with me.

Further, I knew he was using his cozy diapers to masturbate with every chance he got. Rather than standing up for his marital rights, he had bowed to my superior will and spinelessly accepted his inferior role, both as a diaper-wetting sissy, and now as my cuckold. And instead of trying to prove he was a man in the bedroom--he instead saw his diapers as an opportunity for his perverse, sexual gratification.

When I explained my frustrations to my girlfriend, she was only too happy to help, and she advised me to immediately get him fitted for a very secure chastity device--preferably one in pink if I could find it.

This, I have done, and when the Holy Trainer arrived via FedEx, I smiled with immense satisfaction as I examined the restrictively short, stubby tube his little penis would soon be occupying permanently.

That day also happened to be date night and when I pulled his diapers down that evening, I smiled again as I introduced Bobby to his new friend.

"Now your little sissy penis will be all safe and secure, permanently locked up where it can't be naughty anymore," I told him cheerfully.

"Also, this will prevent you from being able to get an erection and put an end, once and for all, to your daily masturbating," I explained to him as I pulled his little package through the irregular pink ring.

Bobby squirmed and whimpered, seeing his last avenue of pleasure about to be locked away forever.

"I hope your last orgasm in your diapers was a good one, because it was the last one you'll ever have," I told him with a smug smile as I slipped the short tube over his little shaft, compressing it inside until the two parts were mated.

Inserting the long, unique key, I rotated it, locking the device in place and ensuring his little nub would never again grow beyond an inch.

"Don't you just love the pretty pink color? It's perfect for a bedwetting sissy like you," I said as I began sprinkling baby powder over his newly caged package.

Bobby bunched his fists and bit his lip but he knew better than to actually stand up to me. His wooden paddle was only a couple feet away and he knew I wouldn't hesitate to use it if he got fussy with me.

Since that day, a wonderful, satisfying sense of calm has settled over the house. Well--for me, anyway.

I no longer see his little pee-pee sticking up when I change his diapers--it's securely stuffed nice and snug inside his short, pink chastity tube.

And now I have the absolute certainty he can no longer enjoy his thick, cushiony pampers for masturbation anymore. Instead, the little pantywaist is kept horny and frustrated--just as he should be, and just as I was, for the first year of our marriage.

He doesn't see his soft, fluffy diapers as a source of pleasure anymore--instead, they are a constant, humiliating reminder of his sissy status and of the days when he was able to freely rub the front of them to a dizzying orgasm.

I've told him that bedwetting sissies don't need orgasms like real men do and that he can get used to a life of complete and total chastity.

THE END

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Welcome to the cuckold world

You've been aware that the two of them have been attracted to each other for quite some time. In fact, your wife has told you several times how much she likes him and how sexy she thinks he is, while he has told you many times how lucky you are to be married to her -- and he has told you several times how much he wishes she were single so that he could go out with her. Then, a couple of weeks ago -- he told you that for her birthday that was coming up, he was going to get her a ticket to go with him to a concert with one of her favorite groups -- but he wanted to make sure that would be OK with you. You weren't sure if it was -- but when you mentioned it to her, she got very excited and told you to definitely tell him that she would love to go with him.

But the thing is -- the concert is out of town (about two hours away) and would go very late, so their plan is to go out to dinner after driving there and then stay the night after the concert. And when he had come over on her birthday to tell her about the gift in person, she had given him a big, and very affectionate hug -- and a very affectionate kiss. And they both talked about their plans as a "date".

And then a bit later that evening -- the evening of her birthday, which you had planned to be a special romantic night for you and your wife -- after he had stayed for dinner and you all had several glasses of wine, he had suddenly teased you by openly asking her if she thought they would need two hotel rooms or if he could save some money by only paying for one -- and she had giggled then and laughingly said that one should be fine. And then he had laughed and followed that by asking whether that would still be OK even if the room had just one queen-sized bed instead of two beds, and she had again giggled and said one would be fine.

Surprisingly, it wasn't until that moment that you started to feel anxious about what might happen when they spent the night together after the concert. But still, even when your wife looked at you at that moment and said teasingly "That's OK with you hun, isn't it?" -- you didn't feel you really could give any answer except 'Yes, of course."

Your wife smiled at you when you said that, and said that going to that concert with him might be the best birthday present she's ever had -- which also made your stomach flip a bit since it was not a gift that you were giving her, but you also realized that it would be petty of you to say anything about all the gifts from you that she's received over the years at a moment when she was so excited about the gift from him.

Perhaps because you had all had quite a bit of wine, as you went to the family room to watch TV, their teasing of you continued. First, your wife sat on the loveseat directly in front of the TV, and when you went to sit beside her, she said in a laughing voice that she thought it would be nice if he sat beside her there tonight since he was the one who had given her such a nice gift -- which meant that they ended up sitting together there while you were in a comfy chair on the side.

And almost as soon as he was settled in next to her, she took his arm and put it around her while saying to you, teasingly again: "You don't mind if he and I snuggle a bit together, do you hun?". You said, once again, "No, of course not", but that didn't represent how you really felt. A few minutes later, you wife asked you to get them a blanket to share while they sat there, and so it wasn't long until they were close together on the loveseat, he with his arm around her shoulders while she had her head on his shoulder and with a large blanket across the two of them.

Because all the lights in the room were out, you couldn't see the two of them all that well, but through the glow of the TV you could see that they were very close and that from time to time they were kissing. And one time when they were kissing, your wife noticed you looking at them and she teasingly told you to stop looking their way -- that she was just giving him a few kisses as a way of saying thank you for the gift, and then ending again with "You don't mind, do you hun?".

You tried to do as she asked and not look away from the TV, but it was still hard for you to avoid noticing that there seemed to be a lot of activity underneath the blanket, and you could sense your wife starting to breath in a very sexually aroused way -- and so, it was in somewhat of a panting voice that your wife eventually told you -- much to your surprise -- that they both would like it if you could go out for a while.

"Hun" she said. "Could you go out and maybe do the weekly shopping now or something -- so that you're gone for an hour at least? We .. uh .. could use a little private time. You know -- to talk -- just the two of us. You'll do that for us, won't you? To help make my birthday really special?"

What choice did you have. So you somewhat meekly agreed -- first asking them if there was anything special they wanted you to buy, then grabbing the shopping list from the kitchen and heading out.

You took your time driving and shopping, so it was about another hour and a half before you got back home, arms full of groceries. As soon as you stepped into the house, you heard your wife giggling, and after putting away the groceries you went back into the family room, where you could dimly see your wife and your friend almost totally covered by the blanket -- but what looked like most of their clothes on the floor in front of them.

"THANKS hun", your wife said with another laugh. "Just one more thing -- another big ask as a special birthday treat from you. We were thinking that we probably need to test out if we are comfortable sleeping together in a queen size bed, so we'd like tonight to be our "test" night for that. So what I'm saying is" she continued with a giggle "that maybe you could go down to the basement guest room for tonight so we can have the master bedroom? You've been so great about helping to make this such a wonderful birthday evening. And I'm sure you'll be comfortable down there. OK sweetie?"

Again -- what choice did you have. And so -- your wife and best friend spent the night upstairs in your bed while you spent the night alone in the basement