A relationship redefined.

Kylee sat quietly in the slowly cooling puddle of urine she had made in her bed as she watched her naked husband angrily pace back and forth in their room. How has her perfect plan backfired so massively?

Michael was livid. Sure, he was kind and sensitive to his wife when it appeared that she was having some anxiety based incontinence. He wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt and help her through a difficult time. He loved her and that was the least he could do.

However, this? Being so ashamed of her issues that she would attempt to frame him as a bedwetter in such a childish way? That was a step too far. How was he supposed to trust her at all after this? She had made a horrible decision, and she needed to pay for it.

"So, what was your plan?" Michael asked sternly, his large, naked form looming over his wife.

"Plan?" Kylee gulped, timidly.

"Yes, your fucking plan. Don't play dumb with me. I know you wouldn't do something so stupid without a plan, so, what was it?" Michael asked. "And don't lie to me about it. You are already in pretty fucking big trouble little girl, you DO NOT want to make it worse."

Kylee looked down at the wet sheets she was sitting on and gathered her thoughts. What could she tell Michael to satisfy him? Clearly, she couldn't let him know about his deal with Julie. The fury he was displaying now would be nothing compared to how he would be of he found out that Kylee had let another woman get her off. She knew that. She had to come up with a plausible excuse that avoided what had already happened in that accursed basement daycare.

"So, you know, I've been having some, little, um, accidents," Kylee started. Michael nodded his head. "Well, ever since they started, I've noticed you treating me a little, um, differently?"

"Really? How? I've just been trying to help you!" Michael responded defensively.

"I know, I know, I know..." Kylee continued quickly, trying to forestall another explosion of anger from her irate husband. "But, I mean, it's been pretty humiliating for me. You literally wiped my pee covered ass this morning. Then, this evening, you suggested that I should wear a fucking diaper to bed? It's made me feel more like a little kid being taken care of by her Daddy than a wife living with her husband.". Tears started to feel Kyle's eyes as she started to confront some of the humiliating emotions she'd experienced over the last few days.

"Fair, but that does not answer my question. Why the fuck did you pee on me to try and make it look like I wet the bed?" Michael said both comfortingly and sternly.

As Kylee listened she started to realize how badly her plan to infantlize her husband had backfired. Now, instead of being the pliable little boy she wanted, Michael was exhuding 'Daddy' energy so much that she couldn't help but feel like a pathetic little girl under his gaze. Kylee took a deep, steadying breath before she started back in to her explanation.

"Well, it felt really good to, uh, dominate you a bit when we had sex before dead," Kylee continued explaining, looking at her fingers, "And, uh, when you were sleeping, you kept saying, 'Mommy, mommy...'"

Michael blushed a little at the reminder of his nightmare, but his anger overcame his shame.

"Go on," Michael commanded.

"So, I thought, maybe, you were having a nightmare about being, um, dominated, by me. So, maybe, if I made you think you wet the bed, I could, um, take some control back," Kylee finished.

"Kylee, are you telling me that you were going to use a nightmare you heard me having to gaslight me into letting you treat me like a little boy? Just because you were embarrassed about YOUR incontinence?" Michael asked gravely.

Kylee swallowed, not able to bring herself to look into Michael's eyes.

"Yes."

"Fuck!" Michael exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air in disbelief. "What a disgusting thing to do, emotionally and physically! How am I supposed to trust you now? This is a serious breach of trust. You were willing to gaslight and humiliate me for your own sick devises. I think this relationship is over."

Michael sat his naked ass on the foot of the bed, placed his elbows on his thighs, and held his head in his hands. He rubbed the back of his head in frustration and disbelief over the situation.

Kylee, in contrast, felt her heart rate rise in desperation. She could not let her relationship with Michael end over her own stupid decision. Kylee moved from her spot on the bed and sat next to Michael on the foot of the bed, rubbing his bare back comfortingly.

"Baby... I mean, love," Kylee began pleadingly, trying to be careful with her word choice, "This can't be it for us. I know what I did was horrible--almost unforgivable even--but this can't be the end of us. Think of everything we've built together! Think of how much we love each other. We can't throw it out because I made one stupid decision."

"I love you, Kylee, but I cannot trust you anymore. How am I supposed to stay in a relationship with someone I can't trust?" Michael asked, turning and staring intensely into Kylee's eyes.

"Let me rebuild your trust, love. I will do anything! I want to make this work. I NEED to make this work," Kylee responded, holding Michael's gaze.

The phrase, 'I will do anything,' rang in Michael's ears and gave him an idea. His penis started to engorge just thinking about it. If Kylee wanted to earn his trust back, he thought, then maybe it was time she got a taste of her own medicine.

"Anything? Do you mean that Kylee?" Michael asked.

"Yes, anything," Kylee responded with determination in her eyes.

"Ok then, you are going to have to do a lot to rebuild my trust and I think that is going to have to begin with a taste of your own medicine," Michael said.

Kylee felt a familiar pit growing in her stomach. She could tell that, much like with Julie's 'deal' with her, she was not going to like where this was going. Michael turned to Kylee, grabbed her hand in his, and met her eyes.

"Like I said, Kylee, I love you, but I cannot trust you. In a lot of ways, that makes you more like my child than my wife, do you understand?" Michael said.

Kylee nodded her head in affirmation as the lit grew in her stomach.

"So, given my lack of trust with you, the childish way you have been acting lately (wetting yourself Kylee, really), and your plan to start treating me like a child, the best way to do that is to redefine our relationship and earn your way back to a place where I am comfortable calling you my wife again," Michael continued.

"Redefine the relationship?" Kylee asked, hesitantly.

"Yes, baby, redefine the relationship. Since I love you and can't trust you, much like I'd love but not really trust my own child, I think it's only fitting we change our relationship from a mutual 'husband-wife' relationship to a more accurate one: Father-Daughter."

Kylee almost wet herself again at hearing Michael's plan. She gasped.

"No, Michael. We can do something else, anything else!" Kylee pleaded.

"No, baby," Michael said comfortingly, running his hand through Kylee's hair, "I won't make you do this if you don't want to. But, if you don't agree to act like my daughter, with everything that entails, until you earn my trust back, this relationship is over."

Kylee let her head fall into Michael's chest as she started to softly cry. This, though not unexpected, was all too much. In the matter of two days, Kylee had fallen from a mature, respectable woman and wife, to a pants wetting toddler who couldn't be trusted to make her own decisions.

"Like I said baby, I won't make you do this, but it's the only way forward I can see," Michael said, holding his wife's head into his chest as she cried.

"I am so sorry. I'll do it," Kylee said into Michael's chest.

"You'll do what, baby?" Michael said, gently pushing Kylee back from his chest by her shoulders so they could once again make eye contact.

"I'll be your daughter," Kylee said, gazing directly into Michael's eyes.

"Good girl," Michael said, kissing Kylee on the forehead, then pulling her back into a deep embrace.