Regression Therapy

Chapter Description: Emily is given a cryptic warning about helping her to "stay put" before it's time for her next therapy appointment. It seems that, after two weeks of denial, even a simple ride on the bus can have its issues.

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“Ah!” Catherine squealed.

Catherine’s hair was all over the place. That was the first thing Emily noticed. The therapist usually took exceptional care of how she looked but that had all changed. Her hair was frazzled and standing up.

The next thing she noticed was how oddly Catherine was acting. She wouldn’t look Emily in the eyes and fidgeted with her hands. It seemed Emily’s fears were being confirmed and she didn’t quite know what to do about it. All she was certain of was that her penis, still trapped in its unforgiving prison was throbbing painfully though she tried not to let that show.

“E-Emily… Hi.” Catherine finally said.

A second later Amelia appeared in the doorway. She was sticking her head out around the frame and looking down to where Emily stood in her onesie and already damp diaper. There was a tense few moments as no one seemed to want to be the first to move or speak.

Emily didn’t need anyone to say anything. She knew what had happened. In truth, she knew even before stepping out into the hallway. The banging and exclamations could only be mitigated by the walls to a certain point. She still heard a lot of it. Could there be another explanation though? Like a confused child who had caught their parents in the thick of it she wondered if they hadn’t been doing something else physical instead, like wrestling or something. As ridiculous as it was Emily’s brain was very open to explaining away why her wife and therapist were emerging from a room together looking dishevelled.

“I’ve… I need to go.” Catherine said hurriedly, “I’ll see you both later. I’ll let myself out.”

Emily watched as Catherine almost ran past without looking at her. She took the stairs two at a time and was out of the door in a flash. Emily turned back to her wife who had stepped out on to the landing and was leaning against the wall with her arms folded across her chest, she didn’t look impressed.

“I thought I told you to stay put.” Amelia said.

“But-…” Emily started.

“No buts.” Amelia shook her head.

Emily was still reeling when Amelia reached down and grabbed at Emily’s padded crotch. No doubt she felt the warm padding which covered the caged genitals inside. Emily looked away and blushed. She felt like she should’ve been appalled by what she suspected but instead she found her princess parts throbbing painfully against their confines. Why did the idea of her wife sleeping with someone else give her such a reaction!?

“When I ask you to stay put somewhere I expect you to do it.” Amelia said as she reached her hand up and patted Emily’s head, “Don’t worry. I’ll help you.”

Emily watched Amelia walk away and wondered just what the hell had happened. Perhaps more importantly, she wondered what on Earth was going to happen next. What did Amelia mean by “helping” her?

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“What do you mean you’re not driving me?” Emily asked.

“I’ve got things that I need to do here.” Amelia replied, “Some reports I need to finish, some deliveries, I need to call my boss about-…”

“What about me?” Emily interrupted, “How am I supposed to get to therapy?”

“Take the bus.” Amelia replied, “I just changed your diaper. You should be fine. If you need a change whilst out, you can ask Catherine.”

“Are you crazy!?” Emily exclaimed.

“Baby, it’s nothing she hasn’t seen.” Amelia shook her head as if Emily’s worrying was for no reason.

“That’s not the point!” Emily put her hands up to her face.

Emily turned away. Clearly, she wasn’t going to get anywhere with Amelia. It was a feeling she was used to and no matter how much it annoyed her she knew it wasn’t going to change her wife’s mind. She put on her jacket and gathered her things. She’d have to take the bus no matter how much she hated the idea of it.

“Don’t forget your diaper bag.” Amelia helpfully pointed out as she walked up to Emily and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“You could just call it a bag…” Emily muttered.

“OK, don’t forget your bag.” Amelia giggled, “The one with your diapers.”

Emily pouted but as she looked over her shoulder, she saw Amelia walking up the stairs without glancing back at her. Emily sighed and opened the front door. She made sure to slam it on the way out. It was unfair. She didn’t want to go to therapy in the first place, especially not after she’d seen Catherine walking out of Amelia’s room the other day. Now she had to take the bus which was yet another unwanted hassle.

“Unbelievable…” Emily muttered to herself when the bus pulled up.

It was packed. There were no seats available and a lot of people standing in the aisle. Emily stepped on board and bought her ticket before making her way down to the middle of the bus where there was another set of doors. That was as far as she was going to get though and as more people got on behind her soon found herself pressed up against one of the vertical poles that went from the floor to the ceiling.

Emily was in a foul mood but and as the bus pulled away from the curb, she found herself getting pressed into the pole a little more. She was about to tell the other passengers to back off and give her a little bit of room when she felt something which caused her to hold her tongue.

The bus seemed quite old. It was certainly rattling quite a bit as it started its journey. There were a lot of vibrations coming up through the floor and shaking everything. This included the pole that Emily was pressed up against. She felt the vibrations going all through her but, most importantly, she felt them shaking her diaper. It was her crotch that was pressed up against the pole and the diaper seemed to be spreading the vibrations all the way around her waist, but they were centred right on her most sensitive area.

Emily’s eyes went wide as she felt the most sensation her genitals had experienced outside a diaper change in a long time. She could soon feel her locked up organ wanted to show its excitement, but the cage held it down. That didn’t mean the vibrations didn’t still feel good though, just that the pleasure was tempered by a slight pain.

The vibrations seemed to become stronger when the bus was at a standstill. Emily was facing backwards towards the back of the bus and saw a dozen or more faces looking forwards, the fact she was getting pleasure like this was so wrong. But even if she wanted to pull away, she couldn’t. The people standing around her basically left her stuck in place with the pole pressing against her serving only to tease.

Emily closed her eyes. She couldn’t believe this was happening, but she was pressing herself closer to the pole deliberately now. When the bus stopped, she opened her eyes, and the vibrations grew more intense. Chastity cage or not she was finding herself enjoying the experience. It was so shameful, to be in front of all those people getting off like this, it was too much, but even if she wanted to stop it, she simply couldn’t.

When the bus started moving again the shaking subsided just enough to become teasing. Trying to act as casually as possible Emily moved closer to the pole, almost to the point that her feet were passed it. No one seemed to know what was going on, then again, they were all normal people living normal lives who would never expect anyone could be in Emily’s situation.

It continued like that stop after stop. Every red light or every bus stop meant the vibrations grew so much stronger. Whilst the bus moved it was enough to maintain Emily’s arousal. Even though the cage was preventing her reaching full mast it wasn’t stopping the feelings being transmitted through her. The pain had faded away, the pleasure overwhelming her senses. There were a lot more stops than Emily thought there would be. When she was about halfway to the therapy office the bus stopped and this time the vibrations seemed to hit just the right spot for her.

“Ah…”

Emily froze up. Her face turned a bright red as she felt heat rising in her face. She saw people turning to look at her strangely. She had just moaned, out loud, on the bus, in front of all these people. She was breathing heavily now; she could tell she was flushed, and she was pressing herself closer than ever to the pole. The bus was slightly emptier now, she could’ve moved away and yet she was holding on as if it was a life raft.

The bus jerked forwards again and Emily was pushed against the pole for a second, but the vibrations lessened leaving her frustrated. She felt like such a pervert. So wantonly getting pleasure from such a mundane thing like that. She couldn’t help it though. It had been so long since she had been able to have any “fun.” She had needs!

The bus was emptying with every stop, but Emily was still planted against the pole. With every person who got off she looked even stranger, there was space for her to move into, but she wasn’t doing it, instead she was staying cramped against the pole. After the first moan Emily re-doubled her efforts to remain quiet, but as her penis twitched in its cage, she was finding it harder and harder to act normally.

By the time the bus was just two stops away from Catherine’s office Emily felt maddeningly on the edge. She was aching for release and her arousal had clouded her brain so much that she didn’t care if it was right there on the bus. In truth, it HAD to be on the bus. Once she disembarked there would be nothing to provide the stimulation she needed. The thought of getting teased this much and then not getting release was unthinkable.

At the penultimate stop the bus waited for passengers and Emily closed her eyes. She writhed against the pole as it acted like a sex toy. She pushed herself against it, feeling her caged princess parts pressing into the fluffy folds of her diaper.

With a gasp Emily could feel an orgasm building. It felt like after so much teasing it was finally going to happen… and then the doors closed, and the bus pulled away again. Emily let out a low whine which caused one or two people nearest her to frown. There was one stop left and she couldn’t let it go to waste. She needed to have this orgasm that had been so cruelly denied to her.

Emily now started grinding on the pole as the bus moved. She tried desperately to make it seem like she wasn’t doing anything but didn’t know how successful she was being. In that moment it was a secondary worry behind getting the sensations she needed.

When the bus finally stopped for the final time before the therapists’ office Emily didn’t waste a moment. As soon as she felt the vibrations coming up through the floor, she started thrusting herself against the poll in quick movements that she hoped wouldn’t be noticeable to anyone else. She let out short shallow breaths as she finally reached the point of no return. With her eyes closed she bit her lip and thrust a couple more times before holding herself against the pole as tightly as possible, she wrapped her legs around the pole and couldn’t stop a moan escaping her as she finally orgasmed for the first time in days.

Emily felt her dick pulsing inside its cage. It may not have been able to get hard, but it was still able to dribble out cum that dripped against the padding. Emily slumped forwards as she felt the afterglow, resting her head on her makeshift sex toy she couldn’t quite believe what she had done.

When Emily opened her eyes, she saw people looking directly at her. Did they know? Had they seen what she was doing? Had she been louder than she thought? Emily swallowed and quickly looked away as her face glowed hot. She tried to act normal as she felt the stickiness in her diaper against her skin.

It was a very awkward minute until the bus finally reached the building Catherine worked in. She hurried out as soon as the door opened and didn’t look back as she practically ran through the entrance to the car park and towards the office.

“What the hell is wrong with me?” Emily muttered to herself as she heard the bus pulling away, “Am I really that pathetic?”

Emily didn’t want the answer to that question. Not after what she had just done. There was no way she was going to mention all this in therapy no matter what else happened. She was just glad that she wouldn’t see anyone on that bus ever again. However, there were some things she couldn’t so easily forget. The stickiness was not comfortable… but there was a way to get rid of that. Emily checked her phone to see she still had some time to spare before her appointment. She stopped just outside the sliding doors at the front of the building.

The warmth spread throughout the nappy as Emily released her bladder. She let out a little shiver as the urine streamed out of her body and over the pink chastity cage. She sighed as her underwear rapidly heated up and she felt her diaper sag a little. She was grateful that she had been allowed to wear her adult clothes for coming out of the house, but she was now sort of missing the way the onesie held her diaper close to her body.

Once she was done Emily walked inside and checked in with the receptionist before going to Catherine’s room. Although she was very noticeably wet, she wasn’t near needing a change, which was good because under no circumstances did she want to ask Catherine to help her with that. She sat down on one of the chairs outside the door and took a deep breath. Now that she had been given time to think she felt herself becoming more embarrassed about what had happened on the bus. Had a week or two of denial really made her THAT horny?

“Emily?” Catherine opened the door just as Emily had buried her face in her hands, “Do you want to come in?”

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