In This Together - Chapter 8 (Hazel)

As I sat alone in the quiet examination room, I felt myself starting to come down from the high of the power exchange in the car.

“I can’t believe I made him wear diapers,” I whispered in disbelief and laughed. What’s gotten into me? Well, the best sexual satisfaction of my life, that’s what. I put my hands on my face and giggled as I imagined Bo out in the waiting room, alone, in a diaper. What an image.

Suddenly the door opened, and I wiped the smile off my face as I sat up straight.

“Hello Hazel, how are you?” My doctor, a sweet woman in her 50s, entered the room and asked me.

“I’m okay; how are you?”

“Can’t complain. So, what brings you in today?” She asked, and I couldn’t help but blush and break eye contact.

“Well, I’ve been having …uh … trouble with my bladder?” I managed to get out. Even though I knew she was only there to help me and wouldn’t judge me, I couldn’t help but feel embarrassed as I said it out loud.

“What kind of troubles? Trouble holding? Trouble feeling? Leaks?” She asked as she scribbled down some notes.

“Yeah, kind of all of that. I leak, and then I can’t hold it when I do feel it. I’ve also laughed, coughed, or sneezed, and suddenly I’ve made a whole mess of myself.”

“And how long has this been going on?” She asked, and I felt even more embarrassed with the answer. “A few months, but it’s worsened over the last few weeks. At first, I could hide it or make it to the bathroom just in time, but, well, let’s just say I can’t really hide it anymore.”

“Okay, well, it seems like you are suffering from some mixed incontinence. Some urge, some stress and some overflow. Have you ever suffered any injuries to your spine or any UTI’s?”

“Uh, yeah, actually! I hurt my back falling while I was in high school cheerleading. But that was a few years ago now, and I’ve gotten better.”

“Well, it’s possible that with that injury and just daily wear and tear and aging, the injury has had some effect on your bladder. Let’s get you up on the table.”

I did as she asked, and she started to poke around in my spine and on my bladder. She lifted my shirt, and I blushed a deeper shade of red, knowing that she could see my diaper’s waistband.

After all her examinations, she stepped back and gave me her suggestions as she wrote more notes.

“So for now, I think we should see if some physical therapy might help. I’ll email you a document of exercises you can do on your pelvic floor and some general bladder training techniques that you can do to gain back some control.”

Bladder training. She might as well have said, “Potty training.”

“It’s good you’re wearing the incontinence underwear. That will at least avoid any accidents for now, and I want you to book back with me in two weeks, and we can see if the exercises are making a difference. If not, then we can look into something like medication or even surgical options. That’s a big if, and given you’re a healthy-looking girl, I’m optimistic that you'll see changes with those exercises. Okay?” She finished up.

“Sure. Thanks,” I responded.

“Okay, well, if that’s all then-” The doctor started to leave, but compulsively, I stopped her.

“Wait! I wanted to ask you about…something else,” I started.

“Okay, what’s up?”

I hesitated. “It’s…my boyfriend. He’s too embarrassed to book, but he sufferers from….”

I paused and questioned what I was doing, but I continued given I was this far.

“He suffers from delayed ejaculation, I think? Like, he takes for-EVER to cum, and it’s kind of just made things odd in the bedroom….”

“Hmm,” the doctor thought for a moment. “Is he on any medication?”

“No, nothing.”

“Has he experienced any injury recently?”

“Nothing but a paper cut.”

“Hmm. Well, do you know if he excessively consumes adult material? Pornography?”

“Uh,” I stumbled. “I’m not sure?”

“Sometimes men can desensitize themselves through overconsumption of pornography and excessive masturbation. He may also use a harsh grip when masturbating, meaning he needs more sensation to achieve orgasm. Or it could be something else psychological. If you’re comfortable asking him about the pornography, that might be a start, but I don’t want to start any issues between the two of you.”

“Um, well, If that was the case, what would you recommend?”

“Well, he would need to stop masturbating and watching porn so often and use a gentler grip when he does do it. It might be better to hold out on intercourse for a while while you two re-sensitize his penis.”

I couldn’t help but crack a smile as she talked about sensitizing his penis. “And how would I re-sensitize it?”

“I could refer you to a specialist as I’m not super familiar with this area of practice, but with my general understanding and assumption, I would try to bring him to ejaculation with as minimal sensation as possible. That way, when you two eventually entangle, he’s used to less sensation. This could mean using one or two fingers with lube on the frenum, the sensitive area.”

“Right, thanks!”

“Any time. I’ll include the link to my male specialist in your email, just in case. Take your time heading out, and I’ll see you in a few weeks!”

“Thanks doc,” I responded and watched as she walked out the door.

I sat with myself for a moment and contemplated the lie I was spinning for Bo in my head. Is it possible to make him faster, even without my accidents as a catalyst? If that treatment worked to make people who took forever last normally, it’s entirely possible it could make a person who lasts normally last an instant.

A wave of desire and arousal washed over me, and I exhaled heavily. I had never felt more naughty and promiscuous than at that moment, waiting to leave the doctor's office and face Bo with the news. I could be better, and he could be too…

Finally, my confidence peaked, and I jumped off the table and out the door. When I got to the waiting room, I saw Bo on his phone, nervously picking at his diaper over his pants. I felt my pussy drip with arousal and likely pee, and I strutted to him.

“Oh hey! Good news?” Bo asked as he rose to his feet.

“Yeah, I think so!” I smiled, and we left the office together. As we walked to the car, I couldn’t help but notice him walking funny, and I raised an eyebrow at him. He avoided eye contact, and I brushed it off for the words that were aching to come out.

“So, I asked her about your little…speed problem,” I said as we both entered the car. Bo blushed and continued to avoid eye contact. “What did she say?”

“She told me what I had to do to help you,” I replied. “And we’re going to start you on it tonight….”