Happy Bedtime Thought
Nappies; Pampers; Diapers; call them what you want, but to me they are comfort.
As a child, I used to wet the bed. A lot. As a teenager, I used to wet the bed just as much but it was more embarrassing. As an adult, I still wet the bed but the shame was horrifying. Waking up on a soaked sheet, red-faced and making the x-hundredth apology.
But now when I wake up and I’ve wet myself during the night, it’s a warm comforting feeling because nowadays I put myself into an adult-sized diaper each night before going to bed. I’ve worn them out on occasion, and even worn one to work on a couple of days before. They make me feel safe and comforted, loved and cared for (even when I’m on my own) and there is nothing I love more than a partner putting me into a nappy before setting me into bed for the night. I get to snuggle up under the covers, all warm and cosy, knowing that my bedwetting problem is safely contained.
It’s not just about keeping the sheets clean though. There’s another aspect to that has become a big fixture in my life and that is that when I’m in one, I don’t have control of the most basic of bodily functions. I don’t just wear diapers for a kinky look, I use them to remind me that a slave has no rights whatsoever, not even the right to go to the bathroom when she needs to without getting permission. I’ve been made to sit at the table in a restaurant, my nappy filled with my pee and poo, and not been allowed to leave to clean myself up - big humiliation bonus. I like waking up in the morning and peeking inside it to see what state I’m in, because it always reminds me that I’m just a stupid girl who isn’t even bright enough to get out of bed when she needs to go to the toilet.
I love being a dumb whore, and each night I sleep in a diaper reminds me that I yearn to have every facet of my life controlled, including when I can go to the toilet.
So now I’m going to slip myself into a nappy and head back to bed all warm and snuggly.
Night-night.