Chapter Four
"Now, Baby." Kate smiles as I writhe around beneath my shackles. The pain in my balls has risen to my stomach.
"How are you enjoying your nappy?" Kate grabs my balls through the thick plastic of the nappy and gives them a good hard squeeze. The pleasure in her eyes is evident. She's loving this; having a little baby boy at her mercy. I'm starting to wonder whether my mother really organised this. Kate seems to be having to much fun, not that I wasn't of course. This had been my dream since I had been taken out of nappies, but now that I'm back in them with this wannabe dominatrix overseeing my care, I'm fearful of what else might happen.
"Yes, Nurse." I say, and before the words have barely escaped my mouth I get a sharp slap across the face and with her other hand my balls are given a sharp squeeze and a tug.
"I'm no longer your nurse, baby boy. From now on, you will address me as Mommy."
"Yes...Mommy." I say reluctantly.
"There we go." She beams ruffling my hair with her hand. "That's much better. Now Mommy has got some work to do, so she's going to let you go now and put you in your crib for nap nap." She says, gesturing over at the adult sized crib in the corner of the room. I can't believe how different the basement looks now. The walls are plastered with teddy bear print and bright blue and pink, a massive change from the dark dingy place it was before.
"If baby needs to wet his nappy," Kate says, lightly stroking the front of my nappy before undoing to handcuffs around my wrists. "Then he has to tell Mommy. Baby isn't allowed to use the toilet, and if he does then he will be in a world of trouble. Does baby understand?"
I nod and then sit up, half enjoying the thick padding beneath my butt. It makes me feel about 2 years old, and with this beautiful young woman stood before me, I feel smaller than a baby and twice as ridiculous as one.
"Let's get baby to bed then." She smiles, taking my hand and leading me over to the crib.
"But it's not even night time yet." I argue, frowning so deeply I can feel the wrinkles in my brow.
"Don't argue with me, baby." Kate replies, eyeing me darkly. I don't fancy another smack to the balls so with a huff and a grumble I crawl into the crib.
Once I'm in there, I realise quite how comfy it is. I can feel that the mattress beneath me is covered in plastic, but wrapped around it is a thick fluffy blanket that feels like warm fur. Kate sits me up and puts a pale blue t-shirt over my head with a Pikachu on the front. I feel like a bit of a fool sat in front of her as I'm wearing nothing but a big baby nappy, but she gives me a reassuring, warm smile as she leans me back down in the crib and puts my blanket over me. I feel safe, and warm and protected, like nothing can hurt me as long as I've got Nurse Kate looking after me.
"Sweet dreams, little baby." She says softly as she pulls up the bars of the crib, sealing me in and making me feel even tinier, even more helpless and even more dependant.
*
Kate leaves me in the darkness after she goes, with a small blue nightlight in the corner that emits a soft glow that barely touched the edges of the room. After a few hours (or what I assume is a few hours) I feel a pressure building in my bladder. It isn't much, but it's enough to be uncomfortable. It soon becomes an ache in my belly, and I figure something has to be done about it before it turns into real pain.
Kate told me that I wasn't allowed to use the toilet, but I still reckon I can get away with it. She had said she was going out to do some work, and this is a frickin big house. Chances are she would still be a while yet. There was no way I'd be giving her the satisfaction of seeing me in a soggy, wet nappy. I still held the cards here, whether she liked it or not.
As quietly as I could, I slid down the bars to my crib and crept across the basement, being mindful of creaky floorboards, as well as the creaky steps as I made my way up to the door. Bearing in mind how big my house is, I'm treading extremely carefully. I don't know where in this house Kate is staying, but I do know that all the bedrooms are on the second level, where the toilet is barely ten feet away from the door to the basement. Without dwelling on it for too long, I shoot across to the bathroom door and sneak in.
It's utter relief once I get in there. It's a struggle, but I undo the top two tabs of my nappy and peek my penis over the top. I go for ages, not realising quite how long I'd been holding it. I give out a sigh, whilst trying not to be too loud. I dread to think what Kate will do to me if she catches me...
When I'm done, I tab my diaper back up as best I can and smile smugly to myself. I beat her. I beat her at her own game.
That is, until I remember the pool of yellow liquid that's still there in the toilet. If I flush it, it'll echo throughout the entire house, and if she is here somewhere then it'll practically be an alarm for her.
"Shit..." I curse under my breath. If I leave it there she'll definitely know I went against her wishes. But if I flush it, and she's in the house, I might as well be shouting in her face that I didn't use my diapers.
What do I do?
I must have been there for a lifetime, looking towards the door, then back to the toilet, then back to the door again. Then suddenly, without a single sane thought going through my head, I hit the flush and run.
I fly out the bathroom before I hear the flush go properly, but when it does it practically shakes the whole bottom floor. I cringe as I hear the noise and my blood turns to ice. She's going to kill me if she's here. I want to hesitate, to double take, to turn around and see whether she turns up, but I don't risk it. There's no time to lose, and before I even know it's happened I sprint down the stairs and am back in my nursery.
"What's the matter, baby?" Kate asks as she leans casually on the bars of the empty crib. "Are Mommy's Nappies not good enough for you?"
