In This Together - Chapter 10 (Hazel)

After talking to the doctor, I decided to do some more research into treating delayed ejaculation and found myself down the rabbit hole of premature kink. It turns out there are actually a lot of guys and gals who share in my pleasure of the so-called “pathetic,” and I found a lot of good information on my process for Bo going forward.

The doctor was spot on with her suggestions as far as what I was reading online in these forums—minimal sensation on the tip and minimal visual stimulus. The “one-finger” method involved bringing him to orgasm with one lubed-up finger on just the frenum. Some even wrote about how adding numbing cream to the mix can make things even quicker once he tries sex without it, but that sounded like a long-term goal.

As I sat on the couch on my phone, looking through all these naughty things, I couldn’t help but glance over at Bo as he watched a show on the TV. He had no idea. Every now and again I would read about the potential permanence of some of these methods, and started to feel like maybe this was just a fantasy and not something I was actually about to inflict upon my boyfriend. But then I’d simply think, “We’ll just try it out. Can’t be that bad if it's just a few days!” and I’d overcome that urge to stop.

It was hard to resist, but I also knew that for this new training to work best, he’d need to start cumming every other day, not the multiple times a day he’s been doing right now. So for tonight, I decided to go easy on him, and by the time we got into bed for the night, he was too curious to sleep.

“Babe, what’re we doing?” Bo asked as he rolled over to hug me from behind. I could feel he was turned on as he pressed his hips against my backside, and I instinctively pushed my diapered butt into his crotch without realizing it.

“We can’t have sex, remember?” I replied, eyes closed and smiling, enjoying the tease.

“Yeah, I know, but you said we started tonight? What are we doing?”

“This is starting! We can’t have sex every day anymore. We need to take breaks!”

“...do we have to?”

I couldn’t help but giggle. “You had enough excitement for one day. It’s time to go to bed, calm down, and hopefully not cum in your pants in the morning. This is a process!”

“I guess…can you at least tell me what we’re going to do when we do something?”

I rolled over and kissed him on the forehead. “It’ll be better to just explain it to you when we’re ready to do it. But for tonight and tomorrow, no cummies for you mister!”

“Fineee,” Bo grumbled, in a sweet voice that said he wasn’t too upset. I think he mostly just wanted to know how things were changing. As he quieted down and I heard his breathing slow as he fell asleep, I laid on my back and did my kegel exercises. I had tried them earlier in the day, but it didn’t feel right. It felt a bit better on my back and in bed, but still awkward. It felt like I was about to pee myself with how I was flexing, but I made sure to pee before bed…didn’t want a repeat of last night.

Once I was satisfied with my exercises, I relaxed on my side and went to sleep…

…only to wake up 6 hours later with dampness between my legs.

Our alarm hadn’t gone off yet, so Bo was still asleep, but when my eyes opened, and I started to become aware of my surroundings, I knew for sure that I had wet myself in my sleep again. Quietly, I felt around my crotch to assess the damage under the blankets. Thankfully, it wasn’t bad. The diapers mainly had done their job, but they still couldn’t hold the whole accident. I had leaked into my pj’s and a little on the sheets, but nothing too bad that it couldn’t go unnoticed.

‘He can’t see me like this,’ I thought. ‘If he sees me wet, he’ll cum….’

Compulsively, I considered just letting it happen. Allowing him to see me and have him cum in his pants without touching him like he did yesterday morning. But the training had to start, and I was committed to changing both of us to be rid of this accident-dependent sexual satisfaction.

Slowly, I creeped out of bed and headed to the bathroom. The wet diaper was thick and heavy between my legs, bringing a humbling sense of embarrassment. It was surprisingly difficult to walk in, and I felt like the padding was louder than ever when soaked like this. I made it to the bathroom, closed the door and turned on the light. After wincing and letting my eyes adjust to the brightness, I finally saw the state of my bottom. The leak favoured the side I was sleeping on and stemmed right from the crotch seam of the diaper. Under my tight pj’s, the thick diaper outline was never more apparent, and as I stood there, I had never felt smaller.

In fact, it might have been the sleepiness, but I swear I looked shorter and younger in the mirror. It made me want to go back in there and make him cum for me, just so I could feel powerful again. I dropped my pants, ripped off my diaper and shoved it to the bottom of the garbage so Bo wouldn’t see it there. Then, as I stared at myself, my bare bottom and cleanly-waxed crotch exposed, I did my kegels, hoping that would stop the next one.

In the other room, I heard groaning from Bo, and I snapped out of it. I was too awake now, so there wasn’t any sense in returning to bed. Besides, he might ask questions. So I opened the bathroom cupboard where we had stashed the diapers, pulled one out and slid it over my waist. Then I turned off the light, snuck back into the bedroom, grabbed my clothes for work and stopped when I looked at Bo.

My naughtiness returned with a vengeance as I stood there in my diaper and PJ top. I wanted him to wake up and see me; wake up and cum in his pants at the sight of me. I undid the buttons of my top and exposed my breasts to his sleeping body. I grabbed them and squeezed, putting on a quiet strip show. I imagined him seeing me. Waking up, taking one look at my exposed tits, yelling something like “op fuck,” grabbing his pathetic little cock and cumming in his pampers.

I moaned as I played with my nipples and imagined the whole thing, but when Bo shifted in his sleep and groaned, I quickly covered up and froze. Bo continued snoring, and I relaxed.

‘One day,’ I thought. ‘One day soon, that’s going to be real…’