My caretaker says: Okay dear, let’s get you dressed for bed and strapped-in. It will be a long night, so you get the extra-thick Trest diaper with a big booster pad.

Now, I’ve been watching you on the overhead baby monitor, and I saw you trying to rub your diaper last night, tsk tsk tsk. so tonight you’re getting the locking mittens with wrist cuffs. That should keep my little diaper boy safe and secured all night, with no cummies allowed. Ha ha.

Why the pouty face? You know you need it. Now, let’s get you strapped-in. Click, Click, Click there, all safe and secure.

Good night, I’ll get you up in the morning. I might sleep-in late, so when you wake-up you just lay in your restraints until I come get you.

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She drapes the sheet over my restrained ankles, pats the thick bulge of my diapered crotch, raises the siderail of my crib, then walks away.

I hear the click of the light switch as the room darkens, and the rattling of the lock as she locks the double-sided deadbolt of my nursery room door.

I lay in darkness, only the sound of my breathing mask as it whooshes air in and out of my lungs. My tongue feels the outline of the oversized pacifier in my mouth.

My arms and legs test the restraints, but it’s no use, I’m secured comfortably but totally helpless. I cannot even lift or turn my head because of the straps of the head restraint. I hump against the crotch strap, but my diaper is so thick I can’t get any sensation other than a dull pressure.

I just lay there in darkness, waiting for sleep to take me. It will be a long night.