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Take care of me

Written by Sean on Wednesday, August 1, 2007

This is a short story I wrote, about control, about relationship, about love, about caring for one another. It does not specifically contain wheelchairs or other disability elements, though it could, it’s up to you to imagine the story as you wish it. It doesn’t say what gender the protagonists are, it’s also up to you to imagine. Hope you enjoy.

I arrived home and you were waiting for me. That was good. My day had been a difficult one, as they usually are. You told me to get undressed and wait for you in the bedroom. I did as you asked. I hoped you would see fit to let me change my nappies. As you had told me, I changed at lunch time but not since. You had me wear the thicker Tena ones today. It is a good thing that I wore loose clothing, people would have noticed otherwise.

I didn’t have to wait for long. You joined me in the bedroom a moment after I’d laid down on the bed. You helped me out of my nappy, and told me to go take a very hot shower. You told me to make sure to use the massage jets to relax my back muscles. I would have anyway, but it was nice that you thought of it. By the time I was out of the shower and dried, you had laid out some things on our bed. I was curious, but didn’t ask. I trusted you. I still do, as a matter of fact. I gladly relinquish control into your hands.

You explained that in order to have better control of me, and for me to have less control over my own body, you were going to insert a catheter in me, and I would have no control whatsoever over my bladder. I was not expecting this. The thought weakened my knees, and I was immediately aroused. My breath was short, my nipples were hard, and my entire body covered in goose bumps. You laughed at my reaction. You told me to lay in bed, and you would take care of my arousal, then we would see to my bladder. And you did help me relieve this wave of desire that overtook me. It wasn’t long, it was what could be called a quickie. The mere thought of relinquishing control like that had nearly brought me to orgasm by itself. In fact, you only had to finish me off.

You had me go shower again, you wanted to make sure I was really clean for the catheter insertion procedure. I came back, cleaned and dried, and you had me lay down on the bed again. You were somewhat fanatical about clealiness, and so cleaned my genital area again. You then proceeded to insert the catheter, using some anesthetic lubricant. The process didn’t really hurt, though I could feel a burning sensation all the way up my urethra. Once the catheter was fully inserted, a trickle of urine dripped out. I thought I was fully empty, but obviously I wasn’t.

You told me to wait there, and left to retrieve a fresh nappy. You helped me put the nappy on, and said that the catheter would stay in for several hours, maybe as much as 24 hours, depending on how things were going. I had a constant feeling of needing to pee, but had no control over it.

The emotions of it all overcame me, and I cried. I could not help it. Tears were escaping my eyes, as pee was escaping out of the catheter into my nappy. They were good tears. Almost a catharsis. I asked you to take care of me. You held me in your arms, you rocked me gently. You said “I’ll take care of you baby, I’ll take care of you”.

You gave me a glass of warm milk and honey, told me to climb under the blankets, drink the milk, and go to sleep. As I drank, you undressed and got in the bed behind me, and held me close as I fell asleep.

[tags]Nappy, Control, Urine, Catheter, Love, Care[/tags]