He fights the hypnosis.

As I lay, tied into my king-sized bed, diapered, blindfolded, and gagged with a pacifier, I couldn't help but internally curse myself and my fucked up fetishes. The only person I could blame for getting me here was myself, and my perverted love of imagining powerful women **** to act like messy little toddlers. I didn't know what the rest of my weekend had in store for me, but I could guess.

As I chastised myself in my head, the soft, droning music in the noise dampening headphones started to change. My wife's voice started to speak gently over the soothing instrumental track playing in the background.

"Let my words wash over you and take you into a deep, relaxed state," Melody's voice began. I audibly groaned, understanding where this was going. My wife was trying to hypnotize me! She was going to try and magically take over my subconscious like one of the female protagonists from my story to assert her will. I wasn't going to let it work.

The track continued to play.

"Take a deep breath in through your nose and out through your mouth. Good! Now do it again. Breathe in through your nose and put through your mouth," my wife's recorded voice continued. I resisted. I refused to do anything the recorded voice told me for fear of falling into a deep trance state where I could be influenced by Melody's suggestions.

"Good boy! Now, keep taking deep breaths in and out, in and out, in and out," her soft voice instructed. "Imagine a staircase. Once you reach the bottom of the staircase, you will be the most relaxed you have ever been. Imagine that everytime you take a breath in and release it, you are taking a step down the staircase. With each step down the staircase you feel more relaxed, until you reach the bottom and you are the most relaxed you have ever been!"

Guessing what would happen if I let myself follow the instructions, I fought against them. Instead of deep breaths in through my nose and out through my mouth, I took short rapid breaths. Instead of relaxing, I contorted my body to make myself as uncomfortable as possible. It was difficult to do on a bed, but I pulled my arms and legs into myself with enough **** to start and feel the cuffs of my restraints dig into my skin. I tried to focus on the slight discomfort from the cold of my exposed legs. I did anything I could to keep from being sucked into a trance.

I listened as the track began to wind down, heading towards the suggestion part of the hypnosis. I let myself smile around the pacifier strapped into my mouth. I was going to avoid going into a trance state and get to hear ALL of the suggestions Melly had for me, without having them imprinted. I dark thought crossed my mind. Maybe, if I remember these, when I am out of here, it would be fun 'payback' to tie Melly up and hypnotize her with her own suggestions.

Just thinking about my wife tied to the bed, diapered, and drooling around a pacifier made me get hard. As blood rushed to my penis, I felt my member push against the soft padding of the diaper I was wearing and the illusion brought on by my **** fantasy was broken. I screamed into my pacifier in rage and thrashed against my bonds again. I realized I had almost let myself doze into a trance while imagining diapering my wife, potentially leaving myself open to her suggestions.

I refocused.

"...Breath in and out. Now you are the second to last step on the staircase. You are incredibly relaxed. You can see the most comfortable room you've ever experienced just in front of you. All you need to do to experience it is to take one more step. Take another deep breath in through your nose..." Melody's voice continued in my ear. I wiggled in victory, ignoring how pathetic my tied down, diapered body must look doing my victory dance. I had effectively fought off the hypnosis.

My victory was short lived. I jumped as a felt a sudden light smack to my inner thigh. The hypnosis track stoped playing, and Melody's voice came over the headphones again. Instead of the soft voice from earlier, her tone was that if a stern mother.

"Baby! You think I would let you miss out on Mommy's Special Hypnosis that easy? I could see you fighting it. We'll try this again. And again. And again. Until it works, do you understand?" Her words were punctuated by another slap to my inner thigh. I squirmed as much as I could and nodded my head up and down in affirmation.

"Good," Melody's voice came again over the headphones, "Let's try again."

Suddenly, Melody's voice was replaced by the hypnosis track restarting. I bit into the soft rubber nipple in my mouth as the soft music started up again. I began the process of attempting to resist the hypnosis again, but trying to be more subtle this time, knowing I was being watched.

The recording played all of the way through again. I persisted in not falling into a trance state, this time focusing on my rage and indignation from being tricked and diapered by my wife. As the recording I heard previously reached it's end, the music came to a stop as well, and Melody's soft voice once again filled my headphones without the now familiar backtrack.

"You are very relaxed. So, relaxed, in fact, you can't even feel anything in certain parts of your body," Melody's voice spoke through the headphones. "For instance, you can't feel anything on your inner thighs anymore."

I jumped as I felt my wife's small, delicate hand press into my upper right thigh. I could feel my diaper rustle as I moved.

"Ah, ah, ah! I caught you, you naughty boy! You are still fighting the hypnosis! That's okay, we can do this all day. I have time."

With another sharp smack to my inner leg, the hypnosis tape started again.

I don't know how long I had been tied to the bed, but everything was starting to get uncomfortable. I could feel drool starting to pool and run down my cheeks since I couldn't swallow efficiently with my tongue being depressed by the rubber nipple of the pacifier gagging me. I also was starting to regret all of the beers I drank at the golf course earlier. By bladder was starting to feel overfull and uncomfortable. However, despite recognizing the futility of my position, I flatly refused to wet the diaper Melody had trapped me in. My pride wouldn't allow it.

That growing discomfort aided me on the next rotation through the hypnotic tape. Frankly, I was just too uncomfortable to fall into any sort of relaxed state. I attempted to play possum during the tape again, this time prepared for the slap to my thigh. It didn't matter. I couldn't help but involuntarily jerk back when my wife hit me again. So, like the last few times, she repeated the process.

Melody continued to attempt to hypnotize me two more times following that same basic pattern. She would play the recording. I would pretend to be in a trance state. She would test it by attempting to hypnotically anesthetize me, and I would fail that test.

The third rotation was different. By the third time around, my bladder was so full, I couldn't hold still any longer. The pressure had built to the point where I felt like I was going to burst. But, I'd be damned if I gave Melody the satisfaction of seeing me in a wet diaper. I wasn't one of the pathetic pants pissers in my stories, and I would prove it.

The problem was, I was in so much discomfort i was **** to do anything to hold back the inevitable tide that was my urine. I tried my best to pinch my legs together like a small child trying to keep from having an accident. I was mostly foiled by both the thick padding between my thighs and the ankle chains keeping me mostly spread eagle. When that didn't work, I tried to wiggle back and forth as much as I could, doing, what I realized now, must have looked like a pathetic potty dance from my wife's perspective. That didn't matter to me though. I was **** for anything to keep my pants dry. Given my desperation, there really was no chance I was going to drop into a hypnotic trance like Melody want during this attempt.

My struggle must have been clear to my wife. When the tape ended this time, I wasn't greeted with an attempt to see if they hypnosis had taken effect or not like the other times. Instead, Melody's voice came over the headphones with a mocking tone.

"Oh no! It looks like my baby boy just can't get comfy enough on his little bed! Mommy knows what's wrong, and she can help!"

I futilely tried to yell from behind the pacifier gag. I knew what was coming, but I couldn't even scream out to stop it.

I moaned as I felt Melody get on the bed. It became louder as I felt her place a knee on each side of my stomach.

"Oh, does baby like it when Mommy rides him?" Melody asked mockingly, "I think this ride will make you feel much better!"

With that, Melody sat her perfectly formed ass right on my lower stomach, applying pressure directly to my bladder. The pain was incredible. My body screamed at me to give up and just release into the thirsty padding taped around my waist. To my credit, I didn't give in. I did moan again though.

"Baby, I know you got to go potty! Just let go!" Melody said as, just as she promised, she started to ride me. However, unlike when she would grind into my crotch when she rode me during sex, this time she was grinding her panty clad pussy directly into the soft part of my stomach where my bladder was located.

The pulsing pressure was too much. I lost control. With a loud hiss, I peed into a diaper for the first time that I could remember. To my shame, the combination of relief from the discomfort plus the growing warmth surrounding my dick felt surprisingly good. My moans of desperation turned into moans of pleasure as the diaper strapped to me drank up my urine.

Melody's voice came over the headphones again. This time soft and sultry as I felt her reposition herself from my stomach to my now soaking wet diaper.

"Oh, baby boy likes his wet diapy, doesn't he? It feels good, doesn't it? I bet he wants to make a sticky little mess for Mommy in his pants," She said as she resumed her rhythmic grinding from early on my crotch.

The pressure, the rhythm, the humiliation, and the feel of the wet, warm, soft padding on my cock was too much. In shame, and for the second time that day, I screamed as I shot a load of hot, sticky cum into my diaper.

Despite the pleasure, I cried as it happened. In the course of less than few hours, Melody had not only **** me into a diaper, but made me use it and enjoy it. The shame and humiliation was too much.

As my tears started to fall under my blindfold, I felt my wife readjust her body again. She climbed off of me and laid her body up against my right side. She weaved one hand under my shackled right arm. She placed the other arm on my chest. She was cuddling just as she had hundreds of other times. Her voice came over the headphones again.

"Shhhh, baby, shhhh. It'll be alright. Mommy is here for you. This is all for your own good. You'll see," she said softly and reassuringly. Her words were accompanied by a hand rubbing my chest lovingly. I continued to sob.

"It's okay baby. Just take a deep breath in through your nose and let it out through your mouth," she said through the headphones. I complied. It felt good. And it helped me take control of my emotions again. Clearly, Melody could feel that.

"Good boy, do it again," she said. I slowed my breathing a directed my breath. It did feel good. So did her body pressed up against mine. For the first time in hours, things were starting to feel alright.

Despite being tied to the bed, wearing a wet and sticky diaper, gagged, and blindfolded, I suddenly was feeling relaxed. The emotions of the day had gotten to me, and it felt good just to let go and relax for a moment. It didn't take long before I started to nod off.

As my breathing softened, and I started to drift out of consciousness, I heard a soft music start to play that seemed very familiar.