Extreme Lock-up 5: The Student


Judge K. Sanders turned the page of her folder. “Next person: Charlotte Seager.”

The door clanged and two guards brought in a girl in school uniform. As per the regulations, she was handcuffed behind her back, with the cuffs attached to a waist chain and another chain leading down to leg irons around her nylon-clad ankle. She was hooded but under the hood a panel gag surrounded her jaw.

“Remove her hood,” the Judge ordered. They did so, revealing a brunette. Her face was all full of perspiration being under the hood and like all females arrested, her bra was removed, exposing her rather large breasts.

“What’s the charge?”

“Shoplifting and resisting arrest,” the Prosecutor announced.

“How does she plead? Guards, temporarily remove her gag.” They did so and saliva drooled down her chin. “Than..k you, your honour. Not guilty. Please…”

“Silence!” The Judge roared and banged his gravel. “Re-gag her!” Turning to the lawyers, he asked for opening statements.

“Your Honour, I represent the defendant. I ask for a motion of dismissal. My client did not commit the crime; it was staged and she was made to look like the perpetrator of this act.”

“Your Honour, this is….I object to this. The evidence I submitted produces explicit proof that she committed the crime.”

“The defendant,” the Judge corrected.

“I apologise your Honour, the defendant.”

“Your Honour….” the Defence started.

“Hold on…Both of you are taking sides. You defence counsellor, are simply making a statement. You  prosecutor, are starting a trial.  I want proper motions and counters next time.” Just then the clock hands moved. “We will re-convene tomorrow at 9 o’clock.”

“Your Honour,” The defence started.

“Make it quick.”

“May I plead on behalf of my client to have her under my custody? She will still be restrained and gagged. I also wish to have her, uh nappies removed. She may have resisted but this is too much for an underaged…”

“Defence, all girls will be treated equally. Denied. As for what is is made to wear, she will be in a chastity belt instead.” Charlotte wailed through her gag. “Silence!”

“As the jail is far from this courtroom, she will be remanded in the holding cells with a belt but when in this court, in nappies. Court is adjoured.”

Charlotte gave a struggle but the guards escorted her away. She was strapped down to a table, her soggy nappy removed and with only light cleaning, a chastity belt was locked around her. She was then cuffed to a chair in a holding cell.

TBC

***

The click-clock of heels was followed by the dragging sound of chains. The next sound heard was the unlocking of the door and Miss Lauren Staples was guided into the room. In the middle sat Charlotte chained to a chair and mouth still gagged. Lauren was ushered to another chair were her cuffed hands were switched from back to front and the ball gag she was wearing was removed. A small table was then placed in between them and only then was Charlotte’s panel gag remove. The chief guard warned them about the time limit and then left them alone.

“How are you, Charlotte?” Lauren began, wiping off the saliva from her mouth.

“How…do you think I am! I’m shackled and gagged 24/7, have me nappied and now in  a chastity belt! It sucks! This sucks! Get me out of here!”

“Sssh, Sssdh, I know it is dear. But I encourage you to keep your volume down dear, people can here you,” Lauren wanted to reach out to touch the teenager but remembered there was a CCTV.

“I’m not suppose to be here. Can you get me out of this?”

“I’m your lawyer. Look let’s go through your cases from the beginning again.” Over the next fifty minutes Lauren heard Charlotte’s account of the incident again. Just as Charlotte insist again on her innocence, the door clang again and the guards announced that time was up. Charlotte was re-gagged and so was Lauren. The latter’s hand were locked back behind her and she was escorted out through several doors before returning to the check-in or rather check-out desk. With one hand bound she signed several forms before her bra was returned to her. She quickly change back into it and only then were the rest of her chains and ball gag removed.

That was quite an experience, she thought as she caught a taxi back to her office. More the parts about being restrained when entering the police station and then courtroom rather than the whole case itself. The girl is toast, she thought and she typed out the remainder of her argument on her computer. By half past six, she was too tired to write anymore and headed home. Just as she unlocked her door, a hand reached out and covered her lips. “Guess who?” the voice growled.

“Mmmm…” she struggled and easily got free but the person held her hands behind her. “Tom. stop it damnit! Later ok? I had a tiring day and I need a good shower and rest.” He released his girlfriend but hour later as she slipped her nightie over her satin knickers, he tackled her, drew her arms behind her back and started to wind duct tape around her wrists. “Tom…” she whined.

“Hush, you have no right to argue,” he said then moved to tape her ankles. “Tom, I’ve a court case tomo…mmmmphh!” she ried as he stuffed a clean black pair of knickers in mouth and sealed it with a strip of tape. “Don’t worry, it’s a nice way to get you to sleep soundly and quietly. You’ll be free in the morning.” But alas, at hlaf past eight, she was still bound and gagged with no boyfriend in sight. Only after repeated muffled cris did he appear and cut her free. “Damn you, I’m going to be late and the judge will have my head for breakfast!” Lauren two of her tights before she was ready and made it to the courthouse half an hour before hand. “Try to change your record in arrival time, Miss Staples?” The courthouse guard

“Very funny, Guard,” she said, then surprised, the guard grabbed her hand. “I’m due in court today.”

“We’ll only released you ten minutes before the trial starts; you know the rules. We will allow to have your bra on.”

“But I have to write,” she protested.

“Ok, fine, hands in front,” he said said and cuffed her in front and then snapped leg irons around her ankles. He lifted up a ball gag and she shook head. “Open wide ma’am.”

“But i have to…mmmpph,” the ball was stuck between her teeth and strapped in place. “I trust that you won’t remove it until I do. Go ahead.” Glaring at him, she entered the office assigned for her and re-read through the arguments she formed, or rather the lack of it. This girl is toast, she thought. Well, the less time I have to spend it cuffed and gagged here, the better. After a few minutes, she got up to the ladies, finding it a little difficult to unzip her skirt and lower her tights. The handcuffs even scratch her crotch as she wiped it but then remembered how much worse it was for her client. Just as she exited the toilet, the same guard came up to her and announced that Seager’s parents were here.

“Mmmmph, remmmmph?” she lifted her cuffed hands asking for her gag to be removed.

 

The forfeit…


Based on recent events in the UK…

***

“Come on Jem you lost bet, now wear them,” my boyfriend Tom said, pointing at the package.

“Noo, that’s embarrassing, that degrading,” I said trying to shift away but he hand held on strongly to mine.

“Tom…” I cried then his other hand began tickling my sensitive sides. “Stop it stop it!”

“Labour lost, Now wear it as you promised.”

Red in the face I slowly lifted the package and proceeded to head to the bedroom. “No, no, here.” He demanded.

“WHAT?!” I exclaimed.

“Come on, we’ve seen each other naked before, change here,” he said, now tearing open the package and taking out one of the items.

Gingerly taking it, I lowered first my shorts, then next, red in the face, my pink knickers too, exposing my pretty hairless vulva. I unfolded the cloth-backed item then stop. “Err…I’m not sure…”

“Let me help then,” he took the darn item from me.

“Tom…” I pleaded, increasingly not liking this forfeit.

“Roll over,” he commanded, as if I was a dog. I regrettably did so and the plastickly item was place flat under my bum. I expected him to tape it up but instead heard him unscrew some jar. “What…the heck is that?” I stammered, seeing the cream on his fingers.

“Anti-fungal cream, it’s to help prevent you from getting rash,” he said then before I could say more, I felt a warm icky sensation against my private part. Despite my oohs and aahs, he spread the cream all over my external genitalia. “Tom…” I pleaded

“Part your legs more.” Then the dread part happened, He pulled the back sides over and tightly taped the adult nappy against me. Me, a twenty year old student, was now wearing something only babies and incontinent people would wear.

I tried to stand up but he kept me down. “What…” I heard the sound of more plastic and he lifted my legs. Something like a large plastic bag was slide down my legs and surrounded the nappy. Click, click, I heard then he helped me up.

“What the hell is that?” I looked down at the plastic cover, then figured out it was some sort of underwear. “Locking panties,” he used the American term. “It helps hold back any leaks and prevents you from untaping the nappy.”

“Helps me from unta…?!!!” I did complete my sentence. ” I was trapped.

TBC

A change of underwear


It all was because of the damn bus….

 

Usually the bus which I take from school back to my neighbourhood would arrive on time. But for some reason or the other, it was late. Not your late by a few minutes late. Like more than n hour late. And that wouldn’t have been a worried had my bladder not given the signal that it need to empty itself.

 

“D..amn,” I said. Usually I don’t swear, not even using mild words like the D word but this was one exception.

 

“Did I hear you swear?” My partner and one of the close friends, Jemimah asked. We ere both of the same age but definitely did not look so. Jemimah was a tall girl, tall at the age of 13, with feminine curves and growing breasts. Many judged her cup size to be nearly B and guessed that she would have a voluptuous size by her mid-teens. I on the other hand was a short, scrawny 13-year old with a flat chest. Many people commented that I could pass as a ten or even right year old, which made me embarrassed.

 

“Yeah, I uh need to pee,” I replied.

 

“Well, surely you can hold. We’ll be at my house shortly,” she replied. I was heaing over to Jem’s place to work on our English project. Mum also wanted me to stay there to until she could pick me up–for some strange reason, my mother didn’t trust me to be home alone, even if I was already a teen.

 

I didn’t reply to Jem and crossed and uncrossed my legs, hoping that I could really hold it. It was probably the vast amounts of Coca-colaa I had across snack and lunch time. Oh darn it, where’s the freakin’ bus?

 

The rickety old bus arrived as I dashed up immediately, almost forgetting to flash my ID until the driver reminded me. The ride went smooth until a red light halted the vehicle. My bladder again gave a signal and I squeezed my nylon-clad legs together again.

 

“Oh gosh, Lauren, you’re not a kid. Hold it,” Jem commented. I didn’t reply again as I squeezed my legs tighter, hoping that I could really hold myself till we got to her place. Darn it, move bus, move!

 

Finally, we reached our stop and I scooted out of the bus. Jem’s house was at the top of a hill which meant another eight to ten minutes of walking. I started to pick up my pace and then after a few house, stopped.

 

“What’s wrong?”

 

“I don’t think I can hold it,..”

 

Jem shook her head. “Bloody hell, you’re not a baby! Come on, another few more houses and we’re there!”

 

I moved again then pass another side road I bent and felt a warm dampness between my legs. “Oh my gosh, are you peeing?!”

 

“I…I…” I turned bright red as pee continued to soak my underwear and travel down my tights.

 

“Come on, we’ve got to get to my house.” She yanked my arm and half dragged me up the hill, A few minutes later, we were inside her bungalow. Just as I kicked off my flat heeled shoes I felt the dampness between my legs again and stopped.

 

“Quick! Up to my room!” She again dragged me up the stairs, but not before pee another trickled down my legs and onto the floor! “Bloody hell Lauren!” She screamed.

 

“I’m so sorry…”

 

“The bathroom is over there and use the spare towel. I’ll clean up.” Nodding and giving her a “I’m sorry” looking, I did so. I just couldn’t believe it, me a thirteen year old wetting myself! And in another person’s home!

 

After a grateful shower, I dried off and head into her bedroom. “Jem, I’m so so sorry. That was so stupid of me and I’m so ashamed.”

 

“Well, I guess it can happen,” she said, crossing over to give me a hug, I started to feel a bit better.

 

“You skirt, knickers and tights are in my washing machine. Should be ready after an hour or so. Here’s the rest of your uniform,” she pointed.

 

Nodding, I buttoned my blouse (I told you I had no boobs yet) and donned the blazer. Turning to my friend, I remarked, “Uh, can I borrow underwear and shorts or something?”

 

Jem began to cross over to her drawers then stopped. “Uh, I don’t think that’s possible.”

 

“Why not?”

 

“Well, look at me and look at yourself.” I then realised what she meant. We were so different in height a build. There was no way I could fit into her undies, let alone any of her clothes.

 

“But…I can’t just stay around semi-naked!”

 

“Well, you’re lucky I’m a girl as well. Still…” she paused then continued. “I’ve got an idea. Be right back.” Five minutes later, she was back with some sort of package under her right arm and carrying a rather large bag with her left hand. Settling the bag down, she remarked, “I’m sure these are your size.”

 

It was then I saw the picture on package. “Are those diapers?”

 

“If you want to use the American term yeah they are nappies. You know my mum’s a nurse and my father’s a doctor? My cousin is a special needs person and often visits us. She needs to wear these.”

 

“Wait, wait, are you suggesting I wear a nappy?!”

 

“Well, as you said, you don’t want to stay semi-naked right? And I don’t think you and I want another accidental wetting.”

 

I started to back away. “No…no way I’m gonna put them on.”

 

“Lauren Bebbington, you will or you walk back home with nothing on you!”

 

I wasn’t really the type of person to defend myself in arguments. “Ok, but this stay between us. No one knows ok?”

 

“Yeah, now,” she tossed the package over to me. “Get them on. I don’t want to see your crotch anymore.”

 

I extracted one of the nappies out of the open package and unwrapped it. It looked alot like a baby’s nappy, except much larger and somehow, it did look like my underwear, except cut open.

 

“Uh…”

 

“You don’t know how to put it on?”

 

“Well no, it’s not a pull on knickers…”

 

“Get up from the bed,” she said, with a commanding tone. I did so and reaching into the bag, she extracted and unfolded a sort of mat and laid it on her bed. It look exactly like a changing mat, except bigger.

 

“Wait, are you going to nappy me?!” I couldn’t believe this was happening to me.

 

“Hurry up and lie own on it. We’ve got to finish the project for Mrs Granger.” I did so, turning red in the face again. I heard her rumaged through the bag and then extract out something. From my horizontal position, I saw her squeeze something on her hands and then ow!!

 

“Yikes!” I felt the cold sting around my groin and private part.

 

“This is called Destin. It’s cream to prevent any rash from the urine. Espeially given your accident just now.” But I just bathed I thought.

 

“No powder?” I murmured from my position.

 

“Not that my mother taught me,” she continued, and I felt another cold sting.

 

“Roll over,” she commanded again. I felt the nappy positioned around my crotch. Next the sound of adhesive was heard as the dreaded device was secured around me. “All done.”

 

I got up and felt like I was transported into another dimension. Moving around slowly, I realised how thick the nappy really was and I was waddling more than walking, Plus there was that sound. “Do you hear that?”

 

“Most nappies crinkle,” she commented, gathering up the stuff.

 

“It feels really weird.”

 

“Well Lauren, you were the one who wet yourself like a child. Plus as you said, you dont want to stay around naked. Now, let’s get on with the project.”

 

We did so as I sat with a thick bum. Time flew by and we easily completed most of the project. Then, i felt my bladder signal again.

 

“Urm, can we pause? Need to use the loo,” I said.

 

“Don’t you realise what you have on?”

 

“Huh?…wait you want me to pee in the nappy?”

 

“Well, that’s what they are for. But wait, let’s still go to the toilet. Just in case, it leaks through onto the floor.” I did so and then my bladder couldn’t hold any longer. I couldn’t believe it as the nappy swelled, catching my yellow urine. I  was certainly turning red.

 

“Well that’s a huge piss. Don’t think you should sit around in that,” Jem said.

 

“You mean to get changed?”

 

“Of course. ”

 

“I think my clothes should be ready,” I countered. Let me out of this.

 

“No, into a nappy. Your clothes need to dry off.” Oh shit.

 

Back into her room, I was place flat down on the large changing mat and the soggy nappy removed. “Ow, ow, ow,” I said, as she wiped my privates and even bum with wipes. Then another sting with the Dermatological cream and within minutes, I was in a fresh nappy.

 

“I’ll put your clothes in the dryer and then we’ll finish up.”

 

While she was gone, I looked down at the babyish underwear. Despite the crinkling, I slowly realised I wasn’t really waddling around as I walked. Perhaps it was a good safety after all, but I couldn’t imagine myself wearing nappies in public just to prevent accidents. That wetting just now was an exception, I told myself. But wearing this, well, it feels kinda cool.

 

Jem returned and we quickly finished off our work. “Well, we’ve still got time to kill, your mum’s not coming until five.”

 

“When will my clothes be ready?”

 

“Another oh hour or less. But frankly you do fit into that nappy perfectly. And look cute.”

 

“I’m not a baby….” i didn’t want to tell her what I thought of it truthfully.

 

“Well, 13 year olds dont wet themselves in public.” I turned red again. “Seriously, you should go to a doctor to get checked out.”

 

“Then my mother will have to know…”

 

“Yeah well. What do you want to do? Watch TV? Snack?”

 

“Snack,” I replied, realising I haven’t eaten since lunch. Soon we were both snacking on tortilla chips and dips, cookies and soft drinks. As I drained my cup of soda, she let out a giggle. “What?”

 

“I bet you’ll need to pee again.”

 

“I won’t.” I never told her how much soda I drank before the darn bus ride though.

 

“Bet so.”

 

“So not.”

 

Well, she was right in the end and nature did call once again. And yes, the nappy was quite full. “Man, maybe you really ought to see a doctor,” she comment as she untapped the nappy and stung me again with the wipes and cream. Maybe, I thought.

 

I stayed and did pee a bit in the third nappy before she brought my clothes up. As I pulled up my own clean knickers, I again felt I was transported back to a new dimension. Just as I adjusted my uniform, the doorbell rang and it was my mother.

 

“How was your day?” she asked.

 

“Oh, just the usual,” I replied, waving goodbye to Jemimah. Maybe I’ll come back again, I thought. For the nappies.

 

The End.

 

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Name: Ayla Judson

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Jennifer Thompson Profile


Name: Jennifer Thompson

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Age: Around 17

Nationality: American

Diaper worn: Possibly pampers, goodnites pull ups, Depends (not sure which type), Tranquillity ATN (latest)

Using diapers for: Bedwetting, occasional/often day usage

Comments: Mother must always tape on her diaper at night at home without fail every night every week all year. Only once could she do it her herself as she was on a sleepover. In the morning, she lounges in her soaked diaper until she wants to remove it. More often than not, she waits or has to wait for her mother to untape her diaper in the morning. If that happens, she is not allowed to untape the diaper at all herself or touch it.

Jennifer is also “punished” by making to wear tape on diapers at home if she has wet  her panties. At school, she is allowed to wear goodnites for modesty sake, although they have risen up her clothes and her boyfriend and possibly others have seen it. This is called the “Three Day Rule”. Once at home, her mother removes her pull ups and puts her back in proper diapers (ATNs)  and makes her wear them but changes her regularly for hygiene’s sake. Sometimes she gets to wear the whole ATN since it’s not used. During hot or summer months however, her mother changes her ATN several hours to prevent infection. This “Three Day Rule” may be extended for a week or a few months, especially if Jennifer is sick and her mother thinks she needs to drink a lot and sleep more in the day. Her latest long “Three Day Rule” involved Jennifer using the ATNs in the day intentionally, sicne she said there’s no point in wearing a diaper and not using it. In previous times however, her mother would punish her more if she wet the day diapers or pull ups.

Her mother as placed her in ATNs for long car trips. She has been humiliated by being changed standing up in a ladies room, albeit in a stall but with other ladies noticing. She has also been changed on the ground while hiking. For some strange reason, Jennifer accepts this lifestyle.

Update: Mother diapers her almost 247 now. Only time she can wear panties  is to school with a pull up underneath.

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Never be late…


“BANG! BANG BANG!” I was suddenly aware that there was a loud noise. Eyes still closed, I stretched out my arms and was about to open my eyes when I heard another knock and then footsteps. “Wake up, Miss Seager, Wake up!”

“I’m…up,” I said in a super sleepy voice. “Wait a minute,” as I noticed am tall dark-haired man standing over my bed. He was dressed in normal blue jeans and wearing a white polo T-shirt.

“Who are you?” I said, slouching up in my queen-sized bed.

“Officer Michael Parkins,” his badge was hanging around his neck. “You missed your court trial yesterday, Miss Seager. And now you are under arrest.”

“What?! ioh..oh my gosh,” I cried, fully awake. I was suppose to defend myself against some miscalculation of funds–long story. “I’m so sorry!”

“You can explain that to others. Now, please turn around, hands behind your back,” the office ordered.

“Wait. Can I at least get dressed and call my….”

“You studied law Miss. New regulations say we can arrest people immediately on the spot, wherever they are, what ever they are doing. Now, turn around unless you want more charges slapped on you.”

I resigned and did so, a cold steel dug into my wrists. He brought me up and patted me down roughly. I was dressed in a pink thong and pink short baby doll, thus I flinched and turned red as he did so. “Kneel Miss,” I was going to ask why but I remembered the new rules, all suspects were also to be chained around the ankles. Thus he did so.

“I’ll let you put on your bed slippers and drap a bath towl around you, but that’s all,” he remarked. Minutes, later, I was seated behind in his patrol car on the way to the station.

At the station, I was led to a metal bench and my chains were locked to more chains, keeping me seated. After fifteen minutes, another policeman came in and told me I was to be processed. “There are no female on duty today and we must perform further body searches on you. We will not be rough if you cooperate.”

“I will, I just want this done an over with,” I said, resigning to my fate. I was brought into another room and my handcuffs, and robe were removed. Immediately following suit, my night clothes were removed and an intrusive search began, with gloved hands probing and my cavities.  Finally, they finished.

Re-cuffing my hands, albeit in front, one of  them instructed, “You get your chance to use  the toilet for number two, and that will be the last time for a while.”

“Why?”

“Cause you’ll be in chains and also nappied afterwards.”

The End.

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