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I gritted my teeth, partially in anger and part from frustration. But I had signed the binding contract, and our marriage therapist asserted authoritatively that once a mutual agreement had been signed sealed and delivered, then that was that – come hell or high water. No matter what, I had to abide by the clearly written terms of the unbreakable covenant.
Frankly, I thought that the sissy frilly baby bonnet my wife had designed and sewn was way over the top. Just because I occasionally suffered from erectile dysfunction was no reason to babify and infantilize and humiliate me. But that’s the contract I’d foolishly signed – whenever I failed to perform my husbandly duties in bed, then I got the bonnet, the adult diaper, and some baby toy I was expected to play with and act fascinated by. All while she spoke in a high-pitched babyish tone that one would take when speaking with a genuine infant.
Even worse, lately whenever my lackluster performance in the sack necessitated the contractually-agreed “baby time”, our marriage therapist would come over to to our house to observe, make notes, offer suggestions, and even join in as a participant! For example, he recommended that I not only just don an adult diaper for a little while as an age-play thing, but that my wife feed me some castor oil and administer an enema to assure a bowel movement, after which I’d get changed. Since we had no kids and she’d never before babysat an infant or toddler, our marriage counselor had to teach her how to change my diaper. Besides being gross and smelly, it was emasculating and embarrassing beyond belief!
He also joined in playing babyish games with her and me, with him playing the role of the “daddy”, she the “mommy” and me of course the baby. This is especially disconcerting because he’s the same age as my wife (about fifteen years younger than me), and in terms of physical fitness and good looks, he’s a much more logical match for her than I am.
When I see the two of them snuggled up together on our cozy den loveseat, smilingly watching and cooing at me in my bonnet and diaper, me playing with my toys on my baby blanket on the floor, his arm protectively around my wife, caressing her soft shoulder as her hand caresses his knee, her elbow resting tantalizingly close to his impressively swollen crotch … lets just say I’m starting to question the efficacy and the professionalism of his so-called “therapeutic” methods.
After that home “session”, I angrily confronted her. She took my outburst in stride, smirking that toddlers were legendary for selfish natures and anger issues. She promised to talk to him about my concerns during her scheduled one-on-one therapy session later that week.
The following week during my baby time, he blissfully wasn’t there, which was good because she added a new humiliating element. She put a baby bib on me and spoon fed me some unsweetened plain oatmeal with fruit, which was actually quite filling and not too bad, even though a bit bland. But for some reason, soon after eating I began to feel tired and sleepy, even though it was barely past noon and I don’t typically take afternoon nappies.
As I lay sprawled helplessly on the floor in my diaper and bonnet, more exhausted with each passing minute, I faintly remembered her opening the door for him to come in, right before she kissed me on the cheek and told me to go Sleepy-Byes, then protectively put the blanket over me. I tried to resist her placing my thumb into my mouth, but suddenly found myself without the strength to do so.
The next-to-last thing I remember before drifting off to sleep was watching them kiss as they strolled hand-in-hand back to the master bedroom before shutting the door.
The last thing I remember was the warmth of my urine uncontrollably filling my diaper. It was as though all my voluntary muscles, except those that control breathing, had utterly relaxed.
I sucked contentedly on my thumb, dreaming of my upcoming diaper change.
Diapered Sassy 