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Confined to the cage and in total darkness except when Nurse Pyre came in to for a diaper change, I had no concept of time. I figured that perhaps it took about two hours for my bladder to require release, especially with all I was sucking from the nipples. I found myself sucking out of boredom, out of hunger and thirst, and to calm my nerves. And each time I began to suck the digital recording of Kelli's voice would again taunt me about how much fun she was going to have with my tongue in her most intimate places. I found those words strangely reassuring as I could take solace in knowing that Kelli wanted me to submit, as I had been doing, to all that the Institute required of me.
Nurse Pyre had returned for three additional diaper changes so far and I had been drenched each time. With four total diaper changes so far I figured that I had perhaps been in the cage for about eight hours, maybe more, and I hoped that soon my punishment would be complete. At least I had slept "like a baby" in between wettings. Nurse Pyre was hard to read. She seemed to delight in finding me wet, and she made quite a show of telling me what a baby I was, how little control I had, and how lucky I was to have a wife who would keep me in spite of my inadequacies as a lover. She had been right, thankfully, that I was spared any further loss of sphincter control. Certainly it was humiliating enough what had already occurred and for her to find me in wet diapers every couple hours or so. With the diuretic in the concoction I was sucking out of the breasts, they had ensured that I would be unable to remain dry, and after the second changing I no longer tried to withhold. I took Nurse Pyre's advice and when I had to go, I just let it go.
I thought that it was a good thing that the arousal meter had been removed. Otherwise they would find that I got a "stiffie" as Nurse Pyre called it each time I wet myself. There was some evidence of arousal with each diaper change as she always began with spraying the semen detector, but nothing was mentioned about it. I do think that had my hands been free that I would have rubbed myself and perhaps not been able to stop the urge to ejaculate.
I was sleeping soundly when I was awakened by the sound of a key in the door; then the light was flipped on and Nurse Pyre spoke, "Last diaper change, wittle Tommy, then Ms. Panington has asked me to get you cleaned up. She wants to meet with you to resume your training. By now I knew the routine. She unlocked the cage door, unlocked and removed the bondage mittens, and I crawled out and lay on the changing pad; then put my legs up in the air so she could unsnap the onesie and unlock the plastic pants. "But you are still dry from the last changing," she remarked, "Ms. Panington was quite clear that she wanted you to have one more wet di-pie."
She pulled up the plastic pants and said, "I'll wait. You'll just have to wet yourself while I watch you. On your hands and knees; come on now, one last time. Let it go. We don't have all day."
It was bad enough that she had seen the evidence of my submission. She had seen how I had soiled and wet myself, how I subjected myself to such humiliation. Now I was to forego any semblance of adulthood in front of this buxom woman. I would have to wet myself as she watched. I closed my eyes and willed my bladder to release.
"Open your eyes and look at me, Tommy, I want to see the look in your eyes as a grown man wets himself into a diaper and plastic pants. There is no hiding from what a sissy you are. Look me in the eye while you wet yourself. Now!"
So I did.
