Diaper confinement

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Three Strikes and you are IN

1: The Beginning
How did I allow myself to get to this place was still a mystery to me?  Here I was, sitting in a court room about to come before a judge and face the consequences of a recently passed law, something to deal with repeat offenders without overtaxing the already overflowing prison community.
But first, a bit more about me.  I am a young business person, just a few years out of college, with a small apartment, a decent but older car, and of course a huge educational debt to pay off.  I have a business degree from a decent university so landed a fairly good job as a sales guy at a medical tech group.  I get to visit doctors and clinics on a regular basis to follow up on any of their needs with regard to the line of products we offer.  Of course, I like to get out in the evening, and do like to chase the girls a bit as well, but choose to stay unattached at least for the time being.
Back to my problem. It started as a bit of arrogance on my part, with a few parking tickets piling up that I ignored and didn’t pay.  That and a few bad checks that I had written one month when I was not watching my bank funds well and forgot I had bills due but instead went out a few too many nights and wasted my funds on fun.  Worse yet, one of the companies, the group that held my apartment mortgage, forced the bank to involve the police who paid me a visit with a citation due to the amount of the bounced check.  Of course, I made it good within a couple of weeks and paid the fee at the bank, but it was still now on my record.  The final issue that cooked my goose as they say, was on a Saturday morning when I was going for a drive into the country, and passed a trooper pulled over to the side with his lights on.  Unfortunately, I didn’t move over into the center lane, and shortly thereafter another cop was behind me with his lights on pulling me over.
As he was giving me a lecture about the “safety hazard” of me not moving over for an emergency vehicle on the side of the road he said he was writing me a ticket as well, and asked for my doc-uments.  He went back to his car to do his work, and as he was returning another patrol car pulled up in front of me and the couple officers approached me telling me to get out of my car as I was under arrest?   The first officer explained to me that as he processed my doc-uments, several citations came up that were not resolved.  He pointed out that the parking tickets not paid brought up a mandatory court appearance that was not attended, and I have another upcoming on the bounced checks issue, and now this ticket, so I was being arrested to ensure that I would be before a judge and here I was now seated in a court room waiting for my name to be called.



The judge was having a busy morning, and I sat listening to several cases, with what I considered harsh penalties being issued by this no-nonsense lady judge.  One case involved a couple of teen age girls caught shoplifting, but only their first offense.  The outcome was that they would work for the store doing cleanup work for a months’ worth of weekends, and were admonished not to get into any more trouble or it will be worse.
Another involved a young guy, a few years younger than me who was in a bar room fight resulting in a fair amount of damage done to the bar.  His sentence involved paying what he could in damage, and washing dishes and waiting tables every night for four weeks at this same bar.  Again, his first offense.

2: The Sentence
Now it was my turn, and as I stood in front of this judge, I became worried that I would be in a fair amount of trouble, but had no idea of what I would have to deal with.  She started by telling me that it appears I have no respect for the law, as I continue to ignore the rules.  She went on to say that I needed to learn a lesson as I had a promising career ahead of me, but only if I followed the rules of society going forward.  She pointed out that the laws I broke were not felonies, but failure to respect the court and ignore the outcomes from these was serious, and had to be dealt with.  She went on to say that ordinarily I would face a serious fine and some jail time, but a recent law has given her another option that may work well to bring me down a few notches and gain some respect for others in society.
She went on to say that she was going to sentence me to 1 year in a new program that may do this, avoiding jail at least in the building sense of the word, but still a confinement of sorts.  The program was called, EC or external confinement and I had no choice in the matter as she did not want me adding to the jail space problems, and I was the perfect candidate for this new program which seemed to be producing very good results. She left me with a firm warning, that any further involvement with the law would lead to a much harsher confinement, so I better tow the line and follow the rule of this program or else!
With that I was released to the deputies to be transported to a facility nearby to be initiated into this program, which I would be involved with for the 12-month sentence.

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3: The Program
Upon arrival, I was escorted into a holding area, and told to take all my clothes off and put a bright colored jump suite on that was provided.  It was interesting in that the pants were separate from the long top, but were quite loose on me held up by a draw string.  After getting dressed, I was ushered into what was a small office space it seemed, but I had to sit in a hard chair and wait on the administrator who was to start my initiation off with a short lecture on what was to happen and what was expected of me.
After a short time, a middle-aged lady who seemed to be dressed in medical scrubs stepped into the room and sat behind the desk there.  She introduced herself as Dr Maybery and said she was in charge of my case.  She opened a file which seemed to have my records in it, and started to quickly go over them.  After a few moments, she looked up at me and started to speak. 
Mr. Dowens, it appears that you have a long record of ignoring the law, which has put you here and into my program for the next 12 months.  I hope after that period you gain a much better perspective of yourself, and have much more respect for authority.  You will soon understand that I am not one to take lightly, as I have the authority to make your time with me much less comfortable than it will be as it is, so I advise you to listen closely and do not break any of the rules.
Now than, I shall start to outline what this program entails, and what you will soon be dealing with. 
As you have been told, this is called the EC program, which stands for external confinement.  This is designed to confine you but not in the typical fashion behind bars, but none the less, still confined.  We do that with some electronics and a bit of outpatient surgery, something that can only be overcome at this same location when your period is completed.  I am sure I have your attention now, don’t I?
You are wondering what type of confinement is this, and I can now tell you that you will be rendered urinary incontinent by placing a permeant stent into your urethra that can’t be removed without a special device we use, and will require you to be constantly diapered (confined).  In addition, we will inject a small electronic chip into your hip, that will signal another electronic device imbedded in the waterproof panties that you will require to ensure that these are in place all the time, and have tracking capabilities to ensure compliance. 
To say I was astounded was an understatement.  I was left speechless for a time, finally saying that this can’t be legal.  I was advised, that indeed it is as it is not a lifetime sentence, but rather for the period specified, and is not only a tracker, but also a substantial deterrent to curb my lifestyle a bit.
This confinement was meant to be failsafe, as well as causing me to constantly be aware of my punishment for disrespecting the rule of law.  I was to stay out of bars and nightclubs, and away from any other altercations of the law even parking tickets to complete this program.  I was to check in with this office on a bi weekly basis to insure I was not having any problems, and any failures would result in my program conditions becoming less tolerable.
4: The Procedure

From this point, Dr Maybery called on one of her assistants and told her to take me to the surgical suite and prepare me for the procedures.  I was full of questions, but told we would talk again latter after the procedure was completed.
This assistant who appeared to be a nurse as well, brought me to another room, which seemed to be a clinic procedure room.  It was equipped with an exam table which I was told to get up on and lay back and stay calm.  As I did lay down, I was not very calm and this young nurse advised me that this would be much easier is I could remain calm, but still did administer a shot which I was told was to keep me calm.  Soon after, I was quite calmed down. 
The nurse explained what was going to happen, adding that I would be given something to deaden my private part so the insertion of the stent would not be painful.  I was also told that all my pubic hair would be removed prior to this procedure, as it would be best going forward for hygiene purposes.  I was advised that for today, this would be removed by shaving, but going forward it was recommended to have laser hair removal to avoid the discomfort of hair regrowth. 
My young nurse proceeded to remove my adult hair quickly and soon after another person joined us in this procedure room.  This person was introduced as Dr Whitmore, who will be installing the shunt I was told about.  He quickly applied a topical anesthesia to my private part and started to explain what he was going to do.  He showed me a shiny tube with a few bends in it and a very nasty looking end part, that looked like a barbed hook.  He explained that this is the part that prevented removal without the special device he had to compress these barbs during removal.  He went on to say that any attempt to remove this would damage my private part severely.
He advised the nurse to gather my first incontinence package and place the diaper under me as once the shunt was in, I would need it.  She did and returned with what I thought to be a very large cloth diaper that had a Velcro closing affixed to the sides.  She also brought some large vinal waterproof pants and another small package with a hypo sealed within it which contained the matching electronic chip that would be put into me. 
Dr Whitmore thanked the nurse, took the hypo out of the pouch and was about to poke me with it in my hip where it would match up with the chip in my soon be to plastic pants but I reacted suddenly to this by moving my hands to stop him.  He set his instrument down and advised the nurse to restrain my hands now, which she was able to do with his help.  As I lay there with my hands secured to the examine table, the Dr poked me with the hypo, and soon announced that now I was chipped, and the first part of the procedure was done.   He then pinched my private part, and since I didn’t jump, added that it was time for the next part.  He picked up the shiny tube and some tools he had, added some liquid to the front of the assembly and started to slide this thing into my private part, changing my life for the foreseeable future.  As it slid in, he told me that if I was a good boy, this was all that needed to be done by him other than to check it on occasion, but if I continued to break the rules, advised that he could do things with my other side that were much more uncomfortable than this would be.  I thought this could get no worse, but this additional part seemed dreadful.  At last, he had this tube well into me and as he removed his tool, I started to dribble into the cloth diaper below me, the first of many wettings to come I was to learn.  He at this point mentioned that his work was completed, and advised the nurse to bring my case worker back into the room. 

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5: living with Diapers
As soon as she arrived, the Dr left with a smile on his face adding, another happy client to deal with, looking at my case worker.  To be sure, I was anything but happy at this point.  Dr Mayberry, my case worker and the nurse which was assisting through this whole process were left alone with me.
Dr Mayberry told me that I have been rendered incontinent now and I would have to learn how to deal with it which is the next part of this session, so I was to watch and listen carefully to avoid further added burdens as she put it.  She went on to explain that I will be given a package of protective materials each week, and depending on my attitude and responsibility in the last week, will determine what will be in the package.
She went on to explain that the diapers I will be provided are all cloth, but will be of various construction and thickness.  The waterproof pants also fall into this category, some of which are quite thin and quiet, and others are much thicker and very noisy to wear.  Depending on my response to the program will dictate what will be delivered to me for use.  She then went on to explain that the diapers are all used in the same fashion as what lay beneath me now, and with that the nurse went about illustrating how to pull it up for a good fit and attach the Velcro closings to hold it in place.  This was repeated several times with the nurse taking the diaper open, and allowing me to position it and close it until I was comfortable doing it. During this period, I started to feel the wetness, something I was not happy for but knew it would be my new normal.  At this point, my client worker produced the large vinyl waterproof pants that I would be wearing to start with, a light pink translucent material with nursery figures on it as well.  This was pulled over my legs and I had to pull it up over my cloth diapers several times, to get a feel for how it had to fit over all the cloth to keep my clothes dry.  It was explained that this was a typical night version of these, and if I was in good standing, the day version would be a thin stretchy version that was whisper quiet, but if not, it would be bulky and noisy.
I was told at this time, that it was time to get up and get dressed for transport home, and was given my clothes less my underwear.  While my shirt and socks fit well for the most part, my pants were stretched to the limit to fit over my new underwear.  I was told to shop for larger pants with more stretch ASAP as needed some different bottoms to fit over my protection going forward.
In addition, I was given a package with multiple diapers and waterproof pants in it, and told that when I was dropped off, I would be also given several storage bins for used protection, something that would be exchanged on a regular basis for laundering by the firm supplying my supplies.  I was told that these bins which had wheels on one end, would need to be placed at the front of my house on pickup days, and would be replaced with empty ones that I needed to take in similar to a recycle collection day.
It was also explained how many diapers and waterproof pants were in this first package.  To start with, for the week I would get 7 of the large overnight diapers and heavy pants, and 18 of the daily diapers and 7 of the daytime waterproof panties.  The daily diapers were of the high absorbency but thin diapers, while the night diapers were the triple thick standard absorbency style.  The diapers were to be changed when I got up in the morning, mid-day, and in the evening prior to bed.  I had 4 extra changes for the day but did not need to use all of them in a week, as they could carry over.  The catch was that the change time, when the waterproof panties could be removed, was only 7 minutes twice a day, and 21 minutes once a day for bathing.  I could use the 4 extra 7 minute changes anytime within the week or carry over some into following weeks if not used, and advised to carry over as many as possible in the case that I was rendered incontinent at the back door as well if further punishments were needed.  The point being, wearing messy diapers for any period of time was a real punishment, so having extra changes for this was a plus.
6: Learning the Rules
At this point, we discussed what would mandate further punishment.  The most common I was advised was exceeding the time limits for changes.  This was broken into a min and max violation, the min being an overtime of 15% or 1 minute or less and anything above that considered a maximum overtime.  Other punishments were added for things like bad manners to another person that was reported,  tardy behavior at work or for appointments, or many other forms of what is considered disrespect. Of course, any law broken no matter how minor was very serious.  The amounts and severity of these poor behaviors would be discussed at my next appointment with my case worker. The punishment would be determined following, and could affect my next allotment of protection or in worst case, I would be back for further treatments.  In addition, my sentence could be extended as well.
So, with this information taken, the nurse brought me out to the discharge area, and followed with this paperwork, as well as bringing me my first week of protection packages which included all the diapers, waterproof diaper pants, and supply’s I would need to start my punishment and cover me for the first week.  She also explained that if I opted for the laser hair removal which was strongly recommended, that there was a contact number in the package and I should call that number to set up the first session in the near future.  They had the equipment at that location to disable the sensors long enough to do a session prior to adding back my protection package. 
With all this information and my large package, I was sent on my way out of the office to meet a driver with a van that would take me home and deliver the rest of my supply’s.  I was already focused on my wet diaper even after an hour and half, and looking forward to the next change opportunity.

[sissy servant 737-820-633]

OH MY GOODNESS,, best be on my best behavior.. bad enough i am a full time bed wetter,, butt day diapers as well!!! 

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6: Learning the Rules
At this point, we discussed what would mandate further punishment.  The most common I was advised was exceeding the time limits for changes.  This was broken into a min and max violation, the min being an overtime of 15% or 1 minute or less and anything above that considered a maximum overtime.  Other punishments were added for things like bad manners to another person that was reported,  tardy behavior at work or for appointments, or many other forms of what is considered disrespect. Of course, any law broken no matter how minor was very serious.  The amounts and severity of these poor behaviors would be discussed at my next appointment with my case worker. The punishment would be determined following, and could affect my next allotment of protection or in worst case, I would be back for further treatments.  In addition, my sentence could be extended as well.
So, with this information taken, the nurse brought me out to the discharge area, and followed with this paperwork, as well as bringing me my first week of protection packages which included all the diapers, waterproof diaper pants, and supply’s I would need to start my punishment and cover me for the first week.  She also explained that if I opted for the laser hair removal which was strongly recommended, that there was a contact number in the package and I should call that number to set up the first session in the near future.  They had the equipment at that location to disable the sensors long enough to do a session prior to adding back my protection package. 
With all this information and my large package, I was sent on my way out of the office to meet a driver with a van that would take me home and deliver the rest of my supply’s.  I was already focused on my wet diaper even after an hour and half, and looking forward to the next change opportunity.

7: Learning to live in Diapers
As it was about mid-day, I was very concerned about arriving at my apartment complex and running into someone who I knew.  As it turned out, I did see my complex manager but she simply said hi, and said in passing, looks like you have been shopping?  I smiled and just said, yes you could say that.  My driver helped bring all my packages into my apartment, and bid me good luck as he left.  I felt a sigh of relief that I had gotten back without any confrontation, but was worried about that being the case going forward, as the diaper was certainly bigger as it became wetter.
I started to unpack all my new goodies, including the several large fancy diaper containers, one for the cloth diapers and the other for the plastic pants as indicated on the packages.  I found a spot in my bathroom for these.  I started to take out the other supplies, a box of powders, paste to prevent rash, and cases of wipes that I would need in addition to an interesting back pack that I would need to hold my daily supplies when out of house.  Thank goodness it was very plain, but I was to learn latter on that one of the additional punishments was a very not so plain diaper bag to use.
I had to find space to store the different diapers and plastic pants which took up far more area than anticipated. With this accomplished, I looked into my closet to find some pants that I could use that did the best job hiding my much larger behind.  I found my sweat pants which worked well, but only one other pair of larger dress pants that were reasonable, so decided I would need to do some shopping latter in the afternoon.
I had a late lunch, made my first daytime diaper change of my quite wet first diaper which was really starting to bother me, and picked out one of the quite daytime PUL waterproof covers, and dressed in my jogging pants for a shopping excursion.  I made the change in good time, only using about 5 of the allocated 7 minutes for the daytime changes, but really didn’t do much cleaning or diaper prep, as it was my first change.  I would learn latter that the use of powder and rash cream was important and used up all those 7 minutes, and more if I was not careful.
Dressing in my casual clothes made me feel a lot more at ease, and I headed out to my car and drove to the nearest mall to do some shopping.  Since I didn’t plan to be out much, I did not bring my diaper bag, something that also became a rarity going forward. I found my favorite clothing shop and picked out some different styles of work slacks, some larger than my typical size and with some elastic in the waist.  I tried several for size over my current protection package and was hopeful that these would keep my situation private from most observers.  I also grabbed a couple of even larger just in case things changed if I got in trouble. 
The shopping distracted me a bit, but soon I was again aware of my damp and soon to be wet diaper which was only 1/3 of the way to being changed.  It also dawned on me that I needed to get my pooping on a predictable schedule in the early morning so I could do it in the toilet at home prior to my morning shower time so I found some overnight laxatives I wanted to try.
I also stopped for a few groceries, and at a liquor store for a bunch of beer for my apartment, as I was not planning to be going to the local bars in the near future. My shopping a success, I headed for home as I was really getting anxious about my now more than wet diaper, but as I was about to learn, that was going to be my norm by the time the change cycle was up.
When I got home, I unpacked my shopping and put my things away.  I grabbed a beer and started thinking about something to eat, and decided on a light meal, but really went after the beer, feeling a bit sorry for my self and worrying about my situation, and how I would be able to tolerate it with work and my personal life taking the brunt of this enforced sentence I received in lieu of jail time.  Eventually I got myself ready for bed changing into the very thick night time protection, taking my overnight laxative and falling into bed.
The next morning, I awoke to a really soaked morning diaper, and a strong urge to poop.  I struggled out of bed, heading for the bathroom, and just in time got my soaked diaper off and hopped onto my toilet for relief which was soon to be had.  I wasted little time as new the clock was running and I had to have a shower and get diapered up for the day.  As I hurried in the shower, I noticed I was dripping on a regular basis and had to take precautions when leaving the shower to prevent making a mess on my floor.  I kept my towel close after getting out of the shower and prepared to get myself properly protected.  This time, I did take the time to add the butt paste to avoid any rash, as well as powder prior to closing the diaper.  I noticed that my denuded area was a bit red yet, probably a reaction to the solution used on my after my procedure, and thought about what would happen when my hair started to grow back.  I decided at that moment to contact the person I was told of to do a permanent removal at first opportunity I was able to get back into my plastic panties in plenty of time this morning, as my morning dump and shower went very quickly.

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Thanks Sissy Servant for the response!  If you think things are interesting now, watch for the next chapters when things really start to get interesting for our new diaper wearing guy!!  This story is 20 sections long and I will post a couple every week or so, so stay tuned

[sissy servant 737-820-633]

TOTAL LOSS OF CONTROL!  Forcing Obedience.. Not easy for a rebel.. especially since it is already diaper dependent..