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Topic:  My Day Without Hands (1 of 1), Read 431 times
 Conf:  Story Room
 From:  Vickie A. (auntjulia@hotmail.com)
 Date:  Sunday, January 11, 1998 12:42 PM

My Day Without Hands: A true account, previously posted elsewhere in July
'97.

by Vickie

It is true! Julia did catch me with my hand in my diapers. I originally
went upstairs to add another doubler to my diapers (which Julia has allowed
me to do up until now) which were quite wet, and I wasn't sure how long it
would be before Julia got home. I felt inside to see just how wet I was,
and I just got carried away with myself.

For all the years before I met Julia I used to play with myself a *lot*! I
love to make myself cum. Long before Julia put me in diapers, she asked me
to stop playing with myself, and to let her be the only one who made me
cum. I agreed, and she made it well worth my while. We made love often and
at great length, and I was more than satisfied. Sometimes, when we were
playing D&S games, she would "make" me play with myself in front of her,
and that was a big turn-on for both of us.

When I was still only in diapers part-time, Julia made a rule that I wasn't
to put my hands inside my diapers. She said that, as long as I was
diapered, everything inside them was "hers" exclusively. She did let me
"diddle" my diapers from the outside, with her permission, and I loved that
too. (More often, she diddled them and fondled them for me! Pure delight!)
I also discovered that, if my diapers were thick enough (not *too* thick)
and wet enough, I could make myself get very excited, and sometimes make
myself cum, by just flexing my thighs together and squishing my wet diapers
against my pussy. Later, we found that I could also make myself cum by
doing "bump and grind" dance moves while wearing wet diapers. After that,
it became fairly common for Julia to have me do a "striptease" down to just
my diapers and plastic panties for her, before she changed me. I should
also say that it is a rare occasion, indeed, that Julia doesn't find some
way of making me cum while she is changing me, and that my increasing
wetness has not hindered, in the least, her attention to me in all the ways
that women can make love to each other. I am reminded every day that a
person who can get romantic and sensual while changing my wet diapers must
truly love me. Julia is a wonderful, skilled, attentive, and caring lover,
and, just because I don't report all of this "everyday" loving here in
Wetville, you shouldn't think that I'm not getting all the loving I want. I
am a *very happy* camper! I doubt if there are many women who get to cum as
often as I do, probably an average of four to six orgasms per day,
sometimes more!

When Julia offered me the opportunity of being diapered all the time, she
made it clear that one of the things I would be giving up was any control
over my sex life (I am free to refuse sex at any time, but I don't get
"headaches"!). She was offering to care for me completely, in every way, to
take away my most intimate personal Responsibilities, and in exchange I was
to give her complete control over anything and everything that involved the
area covered by my diapers. I would no longer be allowed to change myself,
even at work. I was to not to touch myself in the area covered by my
diapers, even when showering, except for keeping myself hairless "down
there". (Since we usually shower together, this was no problem.) I was not
to "diddle" my diapers without permission. I was thrilled! I jumped at the
chance of giving myself to Julia so completely! It allowed me to
demonstrate, in a visible way, my love and trust in her, and my willing
submission to her. It was like agreeing to let her keep me in a chastity
belt, only much more so. I was giving her control of, not just my sex life,
but also all of my most personal and private "toilet" functions; those
things which we are trained from early on to hide from others, to not talk
about, to be ashamed and Embarrassed about if we don't control them
completely.

Since then, Julia has changed my poopy diapers and bathed me every morning,
made sure that I was changed at lunchtime on work days, changed me before
dinner, changed and bathed me every night before bed, inserted and changed
my tampons when I have my period, performed all of the "feminine hygiene"
rituals for me, and has recently even taken over the task of keeping my
pussy hairless. She has powdered and oiled me, kept me so clean I have
never had more than a trace of a rash and never an infection, and she has
done it always in a caring, gentle, and most loving way. She has given me
endless pleasure, both in actual sex and in the sensuous wonders of wearing
and using my diapers. She has also catered to my desires (needs?) to be
submissive and obedient, to be Embarrassed and humiliated, to be "punished"
for my strange appetites and behaviors.

In playing with myself on Friday evening, I knew that I was "breaking the
rules" and tempting the fates. It was all the more delicious because it was
"being naughty" ! I came once, and could have stopped and been completely
decorous and "innocent" by the time Julia came home. I made the conscious
decision to go on "amusing myself by abusing myself", and to let Julia
catch me "wet handed". I knew that Julia would find a creative and
"amusing" way to punish me, and I suspected that it would involve bondage
of some sort. All of this served to arouse me and to make my disobedience
even more exciting. My grandfather used to say that the only watermelon
that really tasted good was a stolen one. My "stolen" orgasms were
incredibly good! I stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself doing
"the forbidden", and I was prepared to go on for hours so that Julia would
catch me "in flagrante delicto". The anticipation of what would follow the
discovery just fueled the fires in my loins. Every time I came, I peed some
more, and that got me excited all over again.

So when Julia drove into the driveway, I heard her car. I redoubled my
efforts and made sure that I was actually cumming when she opened my door.
I was not only "guilty" of disobedience, I was guilty "with mischief
aforethought"! I as good as told Julia that, by sticking out my tongue at
her and by refusing to stop diddling myself. I came in huge waves of
gut-wrenching joy and oceans of pussy juice and pee! I screamed my pleasure
to the rooftop! Julia caught on at once. She gave me a lascivious smile,
then kissed me passionately. When she broke the kiss, she said, "I was
wondering what kind of fun we would have this weekend. This should be most
amusing indeed!"

My diapers were leaking and a puddle was forming on the carpet between my
feet. Julia grabbed my arms and pulled them behind me. She made me kneel in
front of the puddle and rubbed my nose in it.

"I should make you lick it up", she laughed, "but I don't want you licking
my pussy with a fuzzy tongue, and your tongue will be spending a great deal
of time in my pussy in the next 24 hours!" She paused and thought for a few
moments, then said, "OK, let's get you cleaned up, then I'm going to spank
you for being sassy, put you in your "cage" for cumming without permission,
and deprive you of the use of your hands for 24 hours for daring to touch
*my* personal pet pussy!"

She had me stand in the bathtub while she removed my sodden diapers, which
dropped into the tub with a resounding "splat"! She cleaned me off with the
hand-held shower, Washed my whole diaper area with great care and
considerable gusto, getting me all excited again, then rinsed me with
*cold* water, extinguishing my fires in a second. She dried me and powdered
me very thoroughly, starting to heat things up again. Then she sat on the
stool of my dressing table and took me over her knee for a sound spanking.
(Julia is never brutal, she spanks me only until I am "crying well". I
don't get any kick out of being spanked, so it is truly a humiliating
punishment. I enjoy the sense of humiliation and feeling like a naughty
little girl, but there is no sexual turn on.) I cried quite a bit, and my
bottom smarted and was quite pink when Julia led me back to the mirror to
see what she had done to me.

I was still sobbing a bit when Julia lifted me up onto my changing table.
She oiled my whole diaper area, spending considerable time on my bottom and
my pussy lips, she got me very excited again, but never let me get anywhere
near an orgasm. Then she got my "cage" out of the drawer in my changing
table where she keeps all of her "toys" that are used on me. Julia first
got me the cage from a store in New York City several years ago. Originally
it was used as a chastity belt, which would allow me to pee but would not
let me get any sexual feeling from being touched itself or from any clothes
I was wearing. The cage consists of a light stainless steel chain which
goes around my waist. It has three shorter chains dangling from it, two in
front and one in back. These are clipped to the "cage" itself, which has a
stainless steel frame, cushioned with rubbery stuff where it touches my
skin. The frame is sort of an elongated egg shape, widest in the front, and
looks kind of like a tea strainer, covered with a basket of fine stainless
mesh which is almost inflexible. When placed over my pussy, the cage
surrounds and covers it completely. It is deep enough that my pussy lips
never touch it. It also has a loop at the rear which can serve as a
retainer for a butt plug, if Julia should choose to insert one in me. Now
Julia just attached the chains, gave my clit a last couple of tweaks,
tightened the chain around my waist and secured it with a small padlock. I
knew then that I would get no more sexual stimulation down there, not even
from my diapers, until the cage was removed. I would be able to feel myself
wetting, and I would feel the wet warmth of my diapers against my thighs
and bottom, but There would be no soft, wet, warm pressure from my diapers
constantly moving against my pussy, and that sensation is the biggest
reason that I love my diapers.

As Julia snapped the lock shut she said, "You've had your kicks already!
Now you can give me mine for 24 hours, and just think about what you are
missing."

She then triple diapered me for the night and put a pair of large clear
plastic panties over my diapers. She told me to stay where I was, and I
heard her go down to the kitchen, then come back upstairs to the bathroom.
Shortly she returned carrying a large bowl and a roll of plastic wrap. When
she set the bowl down, I could see that it contained the two wet and soggy
doublers that had been in my diaper since lunch time.

"Now sit up and hold out your hands, " she said. "Since you like having
your hands in your wet diapers so much, I'm going to let you keep them
there until tomorrow night."

She took my hand and placed one of the dripping doublers in it, placed my
fingers loosely around it, then took a fresh diaper from the pile under the
table and wrapped the diaper thickly and snuggly around my hand and wrist.
Then she wrapped the whole thing with multiple layers of plastic wrap,
which she then taped snugly around my arm. I could move my fingers a bit,
but when I did it squeezed the pee out of the doubler and it soaked the
diaper enough to turn it yellow. She repeated the process on my other hand.
Then she got out my pink leather collar and cuffs (A dog collar and two cat
collars from the local pet store.) and put them on me. She then tied the
cuffs to the loop in the collar with two lengths of pink satin ribbon that
would let my hands get down to the level of my waist, but no further. She
also clipped my pink leather leash to the collar. (Julia wants me to be
"pretty and feminine", even when I am in bondage.) She put my fuzzy pink
slippers on my feet and announced that that was all I would be wearing
until the following night.

I was sort of surprised that she hadn't put some kind of bra on me (she
almost always does), but then I hadn't been thinking ahead as fast as she
had. As she lifted me down from the table, I felt a small warm trickle of
pee escape me, but there was no warm, wet "response" from my diapers. She
kissed me very sweetly and sensually, she played with my nipples until they
were standing at attention, she fondled my bottom through my diapers. As
soon as she could tell that I was well aroused, she stopped. I knew that
this would continue, at intervals, all through the next day. I would
continually be stimulated but I would get no satisfaction until my "time"
was up.

Please note that through all of this I made no mention of any resistance or
unwillingness on my part to what Julia was doing to me. I don't resist,
ever! I knew that she would tease me and use me, frustrate me and humiliate
me, that I would get no orgasms for 24 hours, but I also knew that
everything she would do to me, or "force" me to do, would be leading up to
a wonderful "liberation celebration" at the end of my ordeal. I was well
content, and would do anything she asked of me in the next 24 hours.

Julia took my leash and led me downstairs to the kitchen. It was past 8PM
and we still hadn't eaten. She made a nice quick supper of pork chops,
fried potatoes, and green beans. While she was cooking she gave me
occasional drinks from a bottle of beer. I stood (not having been told to
sit down) and watched, and peed some more. I could just begin to feel the
warmth of it through my panties against my thighs. When supper was ready,
she shooed the waiting cats out of the kitchen (They love the bones, which
they know they will get.), closed the door to the dining room, and dished
up our meal. She set her plate on the table, and then took mine to the
counter.

"I think you'll have a hard time eating at the table with no hands", she
said. "I'll make it easier for you."

She dumped my whole plate of food into the food processor, added the last
half of my beer, and pureed the whole thing into a tannish-green soupy
mess. She poured it all into a bowl, which she set on the floor. She pulled
my hair behind me and tucked it up into a hurried bun, using a couple of
her own hairpins.

"You can pretend you're a cat", she said, "Bon appetit!"

She watched me kneel and balance on my diapered hands while I tried to lap
at the mess. I made a mistake right away by trying to lap from the center
of the bowl, thus getting my nose in it.

Julia laughed gaily and said , "Go ahead dig right in, Miss Piggy! I'll
clean you all up after your bowl is empty, but not before."

Then she sat down and ate her own supper, giving my bottom little pokes
with her toe from time to time, once causing me to sink my whole face in
the soup. It tasted pretty yucky, but I kept at it, having to raise my head
often in order to swallow properly. She finished long before I did, got up
and poured coffee for us both, mine went into a bowl which was placed next
to my supper.

"Don't forget to drink up all your coffee", she said, "I want you to be
able to wet nicely all night."

After she finished her coffee, she poured herself a small brandy. None for
me. She sipped slowly, and eventually I worked my way through the whole
bowl of supper. After I had started trying to slurp up the now cool coffee,
and succeeded in getting some up my nose, she had mercy on me and lifted
the bowl for me to drink from it. At one point she tipped it too much and
it ran down the sides of my chin and dripped down my chest. She hurriedly
wiped off my breasts, giving me a couple nipple tweaks in the process, but
didn't wipe my face until the coffee was gone. Then she cleaned me up very
thoroughly, led me back upstairs to her room, sat me on the edge of her bed
and had me watch her as she undressed. This is an event I'll never tire of.
When I have my hands free she almost always has me undress her, but even
without the touch, it is a very sexy process. Julia is very beautiful, very
graceful, and is totally enchanting when she wants to be. She wanted to be
enchanting, enticing and erotic then, and she succeeded completely. I'm
sure I was drooling, from both mouth and pussy, before she was naked. I
wanted her very badly. I never cease to be amazed that I have the wonderful
luck to have been chosen as the one person who is allowed to make love to
her gorgeous body, and, wonder of wonders, am loved by her in return.

She crawled up on the bed, smiled over her shoulder in a most seductive
way, wiggled her bottom at me, and said, "You can start licking and kissing
me back there, I'll tell you when to stop. Don't you dare touch me with
those diapered appendages of yours! If you please me, I'll let you move on
to other things."

I complied with enthusiasm licking and kissing every little place, trying
to show her all of my love in every little motion. It wasn't easy to get
everywhere without using my hands to spread her cheeks, but I managed, and
I didn't miss anything at all. Her wonderful pussy was just below my mouth,
and it's magic scent ascended to my nose, but I knew that I didn't dare
touch it until she gave me permission. In "games' like this one, I do
exactly as I am told, or I pay the consequences, one way or another. After
quite a bit of adoration of her "rosebud", she finally told me that she was
satisfied.

She decided that she needed to "go potty", and led me with her to the
bathroom. First she made a rough attempt at brushing my teeth for me, and
held a full glass of water for me to drink after I had rinsed my mouth.
Then she brushed her teeth, rinsed, and "let me" drink her glass of water.
Then she sat on the toilet, had me kneel before her, and held my head
between her legs so that I could see "how big girls do it". (This is old
hat, something we go through at each "games" session.) I watched her
beautiful pussy lips spread as her pee gushed forth, dampening the dark
hairs that hold her personal perfume. Her scent intoxicates me, each and
every time I smell it. It is the scent that tells me that I am where I
belong. I knew what was coming next.

"Since your hands are not available to wipe me, you may use your tongue. Be
very thorough."

"Thorough" always means that she wants me to continue licking her until she
cums. She slid forward on the seat and spread her legs further apart to
allow me complete access. Pissy, or not, Julia's pussy is always a treat
and a wonder to explore with my mouth. I lapped her eagerly, kissed her
thoroughly, tongued at every nook and cranny of her bush, and then
proceeded to the heart of the matter. No place went unadored, each fold and
wrinkle was savored and enjoyed, her juices flowed and my tongue sounded
her depths as deeply as possible. I lapped up every drop of her nectar. I
moved my tongue upward and spent a long time circling around and over her
tiny pee-hole, I then moved up to her joy button and licked and sucked it
madly, increasing speed and pressure as my tongue flicked wildly over my
love's sweetest and hottest spot. I could stay here for hours, but this
time it wasn't necessary. She came suddenly and violently. Her legs snapped
tight over my ears, she shudddered and writhed, and kept yelling "Good
girl! Good girl!" between deep rasping gasps for air. Then her knees
relaxed, she sighed deeply, mumbled "Thank you", and she relaxed to catch
her breath. I completed the job by lapping up any and all stray drops of
her delicious juices.

As I sat back on my heels, I peed some more. By now my diapers were
definitely wet, not just damp, in the crotch, but there was a lot more of
my pee that they could, and would, still hold. My pussy felt only the
little trickle of warmth as my pee ran down it. The cage deprived me of the
true joy and pleasure of my diapers.

Julia collected herself, arose, and decided that I should have another
glass of water to "wash down the pee taste". As I swallowed the water, I
could feel a huge gusher of pee leave me and flood my thirsty diapers. No
joy! Julia led me to her (our) bed. (I'll know I'm in real serious trouble
if Julia ever makes me sleep in my own bed!) She stopped and opened the
drawer of her bedside table, she removed a new set of glittering stainless
chains. Ah! Life will soon get much better for me!

She clipped the longest chain around her waist, leaving two short chains to
drop down in front of her, two longer ones in the back. She pulled back the
covers of the bed, had me lie down on my side (It has a rubber sheet under
the bedsheet.), went around and climbed in on her side. We moved toward the
center, and Julia pulled me to her and I spread my arms apart as far as my
bonds would let them, so that I could feel her full breasts against my
little ones.

Julia began a long, long, deep, and passionate kiss. While she kissed me,
sending her tongue deep into my mouth, she caressed and fondled me. My
hair, my cheeks and neck, my shoulders and back, my breasts, my diapered
bottom, my unfeeling crotch, my inner thighs. All were touched with
gentleness and great love. She broke the kiss and moved her mouth to my
neck, just under my chin. She kissed and sucked fiercely, giving me sweet
pain briefly as she left a big red hickey on my neck. I always get a hickey
as a "souvenir" of our games, it's location can be anywhere, depending on
Julia's whim. This one was intended to be seen above my collar for the
coming week. I am always proud to wear the marks that Julia gives me.

Now Julia moved lower and attacked my breasts. She sucked and kissed and
licked and nibbled. She had me thoroughly aroused in no time! My pussy
dribbled useless juices through the screen into oblivion. I moaned in
pleasure as she turned me on and tuned me up! I sometimes think that I
could almost cum from just Julia's attentions to my breasts, but I've never
made it yet. Maybe someday. I arched my back, pushing myself up to her,
forcing my breast against the intense pleasure of her lips and tongue. Just
as I thought that maybe this was the night I'd cum, she stopped. Gave each
nipple a little nip.

"Now it's your turn to do mine", she whispered.

I eagerly turned to follow her direction. Her breasts are beautiful, large
and firm, with large areolas and big pointy nipples. They respond to my
touch almost on their own. They seem to get firmer and more luscious as I
kiss and lick and suck around each one. I gave them my full attention,
wishing now that my hands could help me to love them better. I probably
spent a good 15 minutes on each breast, mainly sucking and kissing her
nipples, circling them with my tongue, trying to put all the intensity of
my love into each kiss, each tender lick. Julia is mumbling love words,
telling me I'm doing things right, repeating my name again and again. Every
once in a while I have succeeded in giving her an orgasm this way, maybe
one time in twenty or thirty real efforts. Not tonight. Julia loves my
attentions to her breasts, but tonight the chains await me.

Like most women these days, my ears are pierced. By Julia's wish, I always
wear hoop earrings, sometimes large, sometimes smaller, sometimes they have
something dangling from the hoop, but always hoops.

Julia grasps my hair and gently pulls me off her nipple. "Now", she
whispers, "now you may descend". I need no further direction. I place
myself between her legs as she raises her knees and spreads them wide. She
raises her bottom just enough for me to find the two chains that are
beneath her. I swipe them down with my diapered hands and move myself
closer to her pussy. I give her one chain at a time with my teeth. She
clips one to each of my earrings, lowers her bottom, then attaches the two
chains from in front to my delicate ears. There is now no more than two
inches between my face and her pussy, no room to go astray. I am tethered
where I belong. I will love her until she is exhausted, and I will sleep
here until she awakes and calls for more. This is my favorite place, this
is bondage that only keeps me where I want to be. This is heaven, and I'm
tied to the pearly gates!

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