The Diaper Lover and the Intruder


“Freyja, you sure you’re going to be alright?”

“Fine Mom, I’ll be fine. I’m eighteen years old. I can manage myself.”

“Well, alright, but remember to call or text me if there’s anything.”

“Go on your trip Mom. I can manage myself. Really.” I tensed up for and additional sentence of anxiety but she finally gave me a hug and minutes later, she and her luggage were transported away. I watched as the taxi moved away from sight before scampering up to my room. Locking the door, I drew the curtains before dragging out the large cardboard box from under my bed. With the help of a box cutter, my body trembled as I slit the cardboard open, revealing the dark blue travel bag-size pack underneath. I continued to tremble as I used my fingers to slowly tear open the dotted line, despite it having a ‘scissors’ symbol. Finally, the plastic gave way to reveal the many rectangular shapes. Wiping my sweaty hands clean, I extracted one of the diapers out.

Yes diapers. Not something a senior teenager would wear or one who’s not suffering from any bladder control. Alas, I, Freyja Davidson, was a life long diaper lover. I have always been fascinated ever since I was a late potty trainer at three years old. Well, it wasn’t the fact that I got out of baby diapers late, but also growing watching cartoons and TV shows with young characters wearing for need and others for reasons such as comedy. Then in between movies and TV series came adverts of cute little children wearing nappies. So by my early teens, I had images of diapers floating around my head and the yearning to have that soft paddding wrapped around my waist/between my legs. I always yearned to pee in something like that so much that I tried to pee in a sanitary pad and well, ended up soaking my just the pad but my panties and the floor!

But now in my eighteenth year, my dream had come true. I had managed to save enough money and secretly bought a pack of adult diapers via the internet. To be on the safe side, I gave them a false name and the address of my neighbour who was away on overseas work but I knew that he kept a set of keys under his doormat so it was easy to retrieve it. I held the diaper in my hands, like a dog getting his largest bone, like a child with a shiny new toy. Elated beyond words, I ran my hands across the plastic and cotton-like material for severa minutes….

Ok, ok, time to fulfil my mission. Double checking my curtains were drawn, I dropped my jeans and panties off and pulled out the item from the pharmacy bag. I wiped my vulva and crotch area clean before spreading some icky and cold anti-rash cream. Then, I unfolded the diaper and laid it on the bed. No silly girl, I scolded myself, the other way around, tabs behind. Lying down on it, I finally drew the front side across my naked front and drew the top left tape first, then the bottom right and the remaining tabs. No, it still feels uncomfortable. I stood up and adjust two tabs so it felt more snug around me then adjust the sides and the lower crotch area. YES! I screamed. Drawing open my closet door, I examined my self. Diaper lover with a diaper on! I started dancing wildly across the room, enjoying the feeling. Collapsing on the floor, I again ran my hands around the diaper. Oh man, I don’t care if I fail next semster. I don’t care if I can’t find an internship. I’ll just wear diapers and….

And diapers aren’t just for wearing, I told myself. So I stood up and tried to relieve myself for the first time not in a toilet. Come on, come come on, nothing. Ok, that’s because your bladder isn’t that full. I head to the toilet and drank tap water; it should be clean enough. Nothing. I poured another cup but still nothing. I sat on my toilet bowl and tried. STILL NOTHING! Damnit, pee, please…the room light suddenly flew. What the heck, I thought, flicking the room and bathroom lights. A power failure now? Just when I’m so living my dream. Cursing silently, I groped around and found my flashlight and found my jeans. Yanking it up, I found then could hardly fit around my new ‘underwear’. What the heck I thought, I’m home alone and headed out towards the fuse box. Suddenly, just as I twisted the handle to the creaking wooden door next to the kitchen, a gloved hand wrapped itself around my jaw.

“MMMMPH!” I cried out loud and started kicking wildly then felt a circular object pressed against my cheek. “Honey, stop this or your head with be blown off. Got it?” The threat was too deadly to ignored and I did. “My hand will come off, you don’t scream and put your hands on your head. Clear?” Shivering in fright, I did so, and suddenly the lights came back on. “March, upstairs, to your room.” Back inside, I was ordered to sit on my bed and came face to face with a masked intruder. “I ask the questions, you answer directly. Who else is home?”

“Just….me,” I muttered.

“Answer clearly. The car is still in the garage. Who else is here?”

“Just me. Please, take what you…”

“I said short answers. When will your parents be back?”

“My…mother is away on a business trip…” Suddenly I saw him staring down. “Wait,” he exclaimed. “Are you wearing a diaper?!”

To Be Continued.

“I…” I started, knowing it was embarrassing to be be found wearing diapers. But being discovered by an intruder holding me at gun point was something that erases your embarrassment and just stuns you.

“Speak up? Why are you wearing them and not…” he pointed at my panties on the ground. “Those?”

“I…”

“I? You incontinent?”

Incontinent? Oh yes, the medical term for one with no bladder control. “Uh….”

“Ok, understandable.”

What did I just say? A big lie. No, I’m not without bladder control. I just don’t want to be held hostage by you. Maybe that lie will cause to leave?

“Please…” I finally blurted out. “Take…”

“I’m not here to take anything. I just need a place to stay. By the end of Sunday, I’ll go. But right now, I need to stay. Hands down,” he motioned me. That’s some comfort I thought.

“What your name?” Why should I tell you? I thought. Just leave and let me stay in peace with my diapers. I told him. “Nice name. But you don’t look Nordic.” Why thank you.

“Ok Freyja, here’s the deal. I’m not going to harm you if you do what I say. Got it?” Well, hey maybe, but you’re still pointing the gun at me. I finally nodded. What else could I do?

“Ok, first, it’s early but I want you to sleep. Go put on your night wear.” I immediately got up then hesitated. He wants me to take off my clothes…

“Ok,” he read my mind. Open one closet door. Change behind there but no tricks or you be sorry.” One part of me told me to race to the bathroom lock it but judging the distance, I doubt I could dash that fast and he’ll probably storm in. Still shivering, I got out my PJs and changed, folding away my bra–I didn’t want him to see it.

“Your diaper still ok? No need a change?” Technically no and no, I didn’t want to change it with him here. I shookmy head. Still lying about the diaper.

“Open you mouth,” was the next command and one I didn’t expect.

“Wh…y?”

“Do as I say,” then I saw the strip of cloth in his hand. “No, please you don’t need to gag me no…mmmmp,” he tied the cloth across my mouth and secured it, cutting into my lips.

“Hands in front,” he said pulling them in front of me and before I could protest further, he wrapped silver duct tape around me. I was made to lie flat on my bed and the final touch was rope that bound my ankles and further attached to one leg of my bed.

“Good night Freyja,” he announced, switching off the room lights and taking a seat on my sofa. Yeah, and I am going to sleep tight alright, though really, the bonds weren’t that tight. In other circumstances, I would have tried to break loose, but his gun was still gripped and pointing in my direction. Great way to start my weekend alone, I thought. I never liked sleeping back down flat so I turned, only to have him interject, “if you want to turn, turn to the other side.”

“Mmm,” I did so, not expecting that. Gee, is he going to stay up watching how I sleep? Then minutes past slowly and I still didn’t see the gun drop from his hand. Just then, I felt my bladder signal. Great, I need to pee but I’m bound and gagged with a stranger in my room. I can’t…I have a diaper. Damnit, you tried to pee earlier but only now you want to. Great going Freyja, I told myself and tried to sqeeze my legs. The diaper just felt thicker. I can’t hold it ….I finally peed, the urine striking the diaper and warming up my crotch.

To Be Continued.

I peed! Look mom, your only daughter peed in an adult diaper! At eighteen years old! I ran that thought over and again as the warmth crept all over my crotch and into my anal region. With my hands bound infront and touching the shape of the diaper, I could feel the outline grow bigger. I turned my head to look at my captor but he was still in the same position. Did he see me pee? Well he does “know” that I don’t have bladder control, thanks to my big lie earlier. Oh yay, I’m stuck with him and this lie until Sunday….

BANG BANG!!” My ears were deafened by the explosions as more masked men burst in, but these had the words SWAT on them. One of them reached over and removed my gag and cut away my bonds. “You’re safe now, Miss,” he said helping me up. Just as I stood up, my PJ bottoms dropped, revealing my diaper….

I woke up with a sweat and immediately shifted. No, my hands were bound in front of me and no, my gag was still on. Nothing had changed. “Good morning,” I then saw him towering over me. Darn, was it morning already. “Not a scream when I remove the gag.” How could I scream? My mouth was dried out from the gag.

“Th…anks,” I said, though wish the thanks would include him leaving and leaving me alone.

“I’ll let you change and shower. You would probably need a change.” I looked down but there wasn’t much of a visible bulge. Well, I do want to get out of the damp diaper.

“Here’s the deal. You can shower but one, the door remains open two, you have ten minutes.” He handed me a clean towel and one new diaper from the open packet. “Go.”

I gather a new set of clothes and raced to the toilet. I had planned to admire myself topless in the diaper but I was on this time limit. Then my bladder signally again. Heck, I thought looking down, I’m sure it can hold more and peed again in the diaper before untaping it. I didn’t have a rubbish bin in the toilet so left it on the floor and started the show. It was a ood one but I had to hasten it due to the time limit. Drying off, I clipped on my bra then remembered I had the new diaper. And I’m  suppose to be this ‘incontinent girl’ I remembered. Not wanting to lie down outside naked in front of him, I lowered the toilet bowl cover and taped up the new diaper, this time with a better result.

“Nice T-shirt,” he commented as I got out in time. It’s just a rock band T-shirt I thought.

“Open up,” he gestured and I didn’t protest this time as I was gagged again, this time with a thicker piece of cloth. “Hands of you head, move to the kitchen.” Usually, breakfast was in the dining room, but he instead dragged one of the chairs from that area into the kitchen. Before I could adjust myself, he hand bound my arms to the chair’s arms with plastic ties and then my ankles to each corresponding leg. Gee, this guy really takes precautions.

“How do you like your toast?” He asked then giving a short laugh, he held up his hands until I nodded my which number. I had envisioned a nice pancake breakfast but darn all I got was toast and cereal. He even fed me the food and spoon fed the milky tea –“I don’t want you near the cup”. Would I have really tried to have spilt the hot drink on him.

“Ok,” he said, wiping my mouth.

“Now what?” I asked, squirming.

“Your diaper ok? You don’t need a change?” Part of me wanted to just to get released but I shook my head.

“What’s the wifi password?”

“Why?”

“Just answer,” he said, drawing out his weapon and I gave it.

“Good girl, open your mouth again.”

“I’ll be quiet please no….mmmmmmph,” he stuffed a piece of cloth inside then pasted two sticky pieces of tape over it. “Oh, sorry, you can’t look,” he said, and my eyes were covered by a towel.

Great, I thought, bound, gagged, blindfolded and diapered. What a way to spend my Saturday.

To Be Continued.

Anyone looking at me this instant would think its the ideal kinky scene–bondage and diapers. But I was only interested in the kink of the later, never expecting the former. “Whhmmnnedthwimmffm,” I grunted trying to say: What do you need the wifi for?

“Listen honey, I don’t want to gag you tighter or you’ll suffocate. Now, please, be silent ok?”

“Ommmph,” I said dejectedly. So much in trying to be friendly. Ok, next I tried my bonds. If last night’s tape and rope restricted my movement, these plastic ties or handcuffs were tight beyond belief. I was definitely stuck to the chair. Well, I could try to shift, but that would only alert him again. Oh darn it!

So for the next hour or so, I could just sit there, my movements really restricted, my sense of sight and my voice curtailed. But I still had my ears and heard him type away, possibly on his labtop, or maybe mine, I wouldn’t know. Only occasionally would he grunt or say the word ‘yes’. What was he doing? Why did he need to camp out at my place? What sinister plot was he conducting or did he do? Rob a bank? Online theft? Hacking? Or worst, something like murder?

I ran the various criminal activities through my head until once again my bladder gave its signal. Oh bother, I thought. I could give him a signal through my gag that I needed to use the…wait, I’m diapered. And last night, he thought I’m an incontinent person, thanks to my partial answer. Well, I guess I will…I let my pee flow out, the same warmth feeling around my crotch and anal region. It was a long pee and I squirmed and gave a soft grunt through my gag. Did he notice? No indication. Did the diaper hold all the pee? Or did part of it leak out onto my sweat pants? Again, I imagined the scenario: The police coming to my rescue only to find me diapered….

“Bring, bring bring!” A familiar sound jolted me. It continued and then my blindfold was removed. “Phone call,” he said the obvious, the house phone in his hand. “You answer, and tell the person you are fine and not to come here. Any trick words, and you’ll be sorry. Got it?”

I half nodded and the tape and peeled off and he extracted the sooggy cloth. “H..ello,” I croaked, my mouth dried out from the gag.

“Freyja?” It was my mom. “What took you so long to answer?”

“Uh, I was in the toilet mom,” I lied, which well technically was right. I did just ‘use the loo’.

“Everything alright?” I saw him hold his weapon.

“Uh, yes mom.” No it’s not. I’m held hostage and your daughter is wearing a damp diaper.

“Did you have a good breakfast?” What?

“Yes mom. I can manage myself.”

“Well, ok. Remember to switch off the stove and electricity after you are done.” Sheesh, I know that! I’m not a kid.

“Yes.”

“Ok, message or call if you need me. Bye.” Click.

“That’s good,” he nodded. Well yeah, I thought. Now he knows my mom is really away and he can hold me like this.

“Wha..t next?” I asked then saw him fold up the saliva soaked cloth.

“Noo…please,” I pleaded. “Uh, my mouth is dry.” He looked at me, nodded and poured some water. “That’s enough,” he said, part of the water dripping down my chin. “You’ll peed it all away.” Heh.

Without protest, the cloth was eased back in my mouth and sealed with fresh tape and the blindfold came on. Again, I just sat there, listening to his typing and grunting. Another slight pee came and I wondered how soaked the diaper was. The packet said it could hold nine ‘droplets’. How much was that in terms of urine?

Finally, what seemed like ages later, my blindfold was lifted. “Lunchtime,” he announced, but instead of removing my gag, he headed to the fridge. “Sandwiches ok?” It had to be since I couldn’t really talk. He made a fast ham and tomato sandwich and just before he sliced it, he asked, “Are you also bowel incontinent?”

To Be Continued

Bowel incontinent?! You mean shit unintentionally? No…I shook my head. “Good, I don’t have to worry about smelly poo then.” Thankfully, he finally removed the stuff gag but before I could say anything, he dampened my mouth and placed a sandwich inside. With the continuous feeding, I was in a way still ‘gagged’. Finally, he gave me some water then asked if I needed a change.

“Yes,” I replied, really wanting to get out of this chair. My bonds were cut off, but that was brief respite as my hands were bound in front of me and I was marched back up to my room. “Ok,” he cut the tape off and pointed to the pack of diapers.

“Uh,” I began.

“What? Change, oh, very well,” he thankfully realised I needed privacy. “Wait,” he plastered a piece of tape around my mouth. “You don’t need your mouth to change. Hurry up.”

Just as he left, I quickly yanked off my sweatpants and saw the indicator mark on the diaper was almost gone. I wiped down quickly and lying back down on my bed, I taped on a new one. Just as I pulled up my pants, my eyesight focused on my curtains. My windows were facing part of the street. Maybe I  could get part of it open and signal to someone below! I silently moved to the curtain, parted it and pulled the handle of the window. “Creak…” SHIT!

Before I knew it, my masked captor burst into the room, levelling his weapon at me. “WHAT THE HELL! GET AWAY FROM THAT WINDOW NOW!” He bellowed.

I stepped back but he moved over and threw me down on the bed. “You little devil, you  think you can escape huh!” He slapped me on my cheek, OW! “You think you can escape huh!” Ow, ow! He slapped me again. “Plmmm, Plmmm, Please!” I cried back, the tape partly peeling off. “Please! Stop! I just want to be left alone and enjoy diapers! Please….” he hand gagged me.

“What? I thought you have to wear diapers, not enjoy them?”

“I’m a diaper lover,” I confessed. “Not one without bladder con….” He slapped me again.

“Bitch! You lied to me!”

“I didn’t….mmmmph!” A cloth was jammed into my mouth again, part of it sticking out. Tape sealed it in and before I could cry again, he pulled me up.

“Strip,” he ordered, pointing his weapon at me.

“Whmmm?!” I couldn’t believe my ears.

“Strip, you diaper girl. Or I’ll do it for you.” My skin glowing red from the slapping and the threat, I slowly did so, finally revealing my dark blue bra and well diapers. “Face down!” Just as I did so, I felt something cold and metallic  surround my wrists–I was handcuffed. “Mmmph!” I cried.

“Shut the hell up,” he growled and then I was lifted in a fireman’s carry and brought back down, this time to the living room. The gag was peeled or rather yanked off but before I could protest, he parted my mouth and jammed spherical inside. Straps cut against the side of my mouth and they were tightened and locked behind my head. “Mmmm…” I groaned softer. What was this.

“I said shut up!” He shouted into my ear. I just couln’t stop groaning  through this new gag as my ankles were once again bound with rope, then my legs bent and more rope attached my cuffed wrists and ankles, effectively hogtying me.

To Be Continued

With my legs bent at an angle–nearly ninety degrees–but with my arms also attached to the bindings, I forced to roll uncomfortably back and forth. Each time I did so, my C cup breasts would be squashed against the cold marble floor, causing me to yelp. After much rolling and groaning, I found I could lie to one side, but soon enough that would cause my bare arm on that side to go numb. So I just kept rolling from side to side the whole afternoon. Once again, at some point, my bladder gave its signal and I let it go again, the pee warm up my vulva and butt. Damn this binding, I thought. Ok, so I lied to him, but that wasn’t really my fault. Did it really warrant my semi-naked in my bra and this ridiculous binding and ball in my mouth?

“Beep, boop beep!” My ears heard another familiar tune. That was my cell phone!!! Perhaps it was one of my friends and he would undo this binding and let me reply. I tensed up and waited, but that failed to happen until I heard another message tone. Then another seconds later. Finally silence. Shit, shit, what happened? Oh damnit, he must have messaged back. Who was it? Which college or school mate? Which friend? Maybe they’ll come over, I thought. Then I’ll be rescued and this whole predicament will be over. But then my friends would see me with a diaper on. I’ll be the butt of all jokes for ages. Good going Freyja….

It was perhaps maybe just over an hour later which I felt another bodily signal. albeit not from my bladder. It was my anal region and it told me I need to take a dump. Yeah, ok, call it shit if you like. “Mmmmph,” I called through the gag. “Hemmmmph,” I called twice before footsteps came.

“What,” he grumbled levelling the gun at me.

“Immmneedtooopmmmm,” I tried to say ‘I need to poo’ in gag speak.

He just turned away. No, please. “Pllmmmmm,” I groaned, trying to squirm towards him. “Ireallnmmmtopmmm.” I really need to poo.

Thankfully, he turned back and still pointing the gun at my forehead, he eased the ball open. Saliva drooled out. “Please, I need to use the toilet. I need to…poo,” I croaked.

“You have a toilet on,” he cackled and lifted the ball back up. I shook my head wildly. “No, please, I don’t want to go it the diaper. Please, let me use the toilet.”

“No,” he replied. “Open back up.”

“Please!” I started pleading wildly, my anus really signalling. “Please, I don’t want to make a mess in…” He shooked his head but thankfully undid the rope bounds. My ankles were still bound so he dragged me all way to the nearest toilet. “Ok, do it,” he said then noticed my binding. “What the hell,” he grumbled, switching my cuffs to the front so that I could, with some difficulty, undo the diaper.

“Ok,” he gestured, still standing there.

“Please,” I just said. Oh my gosh, is he going to?

“Shit, Freyja,” he gestured. “I’m not leaving you out of sight.”

WHAT?! I screamed in my mind. Unable to see any way out, I didn’t argue and now with my crotch exposed to a strange masked man, I did my business. Naturally, I was red with embarrassment all over, having my own modesty violated. Damnit! I screamed in my mind, I’ll get you back for all this.

My business over, it was a pain trying to wipe clean with my hands cuffed in front of me. Just as I twisted around to hit the flush, he did so then he actually taped the diaper back up around me. In another scenario, I would have said thanks, but that was a little shock. Back out, he was about to reposition me in the hogtie when I asked to stretch. “Please, Mister,” I begged, “My arms and legs really ache.”

Staring at me, he thought for a few seconds but then nodded. It wasn’t much of a relief, but at least it was something before I was re-cuffed and the ball jammed into my mouth. It was back again to another session of squirming around, but as I did so, I felt the diaper loose. I had read forums and blogs online where they said diaper tapes would be loosen if you untape the re-tape the diaper. Shit, would it fall off?

Just as I ran this thought through my mind, I felt him touch my ropes and thankfully I was free from the hogtie. “Dinner time,” he announced and I was back again in the kitchen. This time, my hands were simple kept cuffed behind the chair’s back while he tied a rope around my naked torso, and again attached my ankles with zip ties to the chair.  Less than forty minutes later, I was finally relieved of the ball in my mouth, the saliva sphere resting against my chin as he forked up a pile of spaghetti.

To be Continued.

He lifted the load of spaghetti up. “Can, I please have my hands free to eat?” I asked.

“No. Not with that stunt earlier.”

Bleah. “I’m cold,” I told the truth, shivering.

“It’s not too bad,” he remarked. “Now, open up, or I won’t feed you.” Dejected, I did so, and he wiped the sauce that stain my lips. So kind. After a few more feedings, he turned to his own plate. He lifted part of his mask and then literally ‘whollopped’ half of the plate before stopping and looking at me.

“So you don’t have a bladder problem but suddenly you put on diapers,” he said. I didn’t answer. “Why?” Darn, here it comes.

I still didn’t answer so he asked again. “I..just like them.”

“Why?” Oh dear, it’s becoming an interrogation.

“Just, that I like them.”

“To pee in them?”

“Uh,” how do I explain this? “It’s just the comforting feeling,” I said.

“Oh, the softness,” he remarked. I didn’t say yes though that was the main reasoning. He fed me another scoop then stopped. “Is it sexual to you?”

“Uh, no,” I said, though yes I didn’t feel aroused a bit. That was before you stormed in and held me like this.

“And this is the first time you are wearing? How much did it cost?” I answered as he fed me.

“Do you parents know?”

“No. My mother doesn’t.” When will this end?

“Father?” I didn’t answer. “Ok, sorry to ask about him. I never knew my parents…oops.”

So ok, now I know a fact about him. “What did you need the internet for?”

“It’s a secret.”

“But…I just told you…”

“Girl..Freyja, the less you know about then better.”

“Not fair,” I whined as he cleared up. “Who messaged me earlier.”

“Your friend Cathy. She wanted to ask you out to a movie.”

And you said no to her in reply. Darn it! He saw my look then moved over to me. “Look, it’s of course not your ideal weekend. But I’ll make it up to you with some movie; I’m sure you have a DVD collection.” I do, but I would rather watch recent releases than old ones. He lifted up the ball. “Please, no, I’ll be quie..mmmmph,” he still jammed it inside.

“You are nice diaper Freyja. But still not so trustworthy.” I was released but allowed to walk freely up to my room. The cuffs were removed then still in his sight, he rummaged through my drawers and found a spaghetti top dress. “I think you’ll look nice in this, put it on.”

It wouldn’t exactly match my bra colour but I wasn’t in the mood to change out to something else. Dress on, he switched my bonds to tape. While that wasn’t exactly a relief, I was glad the tight metallic cuffs were off. Another relief came as the ball gag–yes I learnt it name–was changed to tape with stuffing. In the TV room, after taping my ankles, he pulled out a series of DVDs and started pointing at them. None of them seemed ideal at all, but I finally gestured at one. “The Wedding Date,” he read. “Never seen it but ok.” So there I was, taped up and gagged in a dress, with an intruder.

To Be Continued.

The movie, if you haven’t watched it, was about a lady who hires an escort to join her in her half sister’s wedding, where the best man is her ex-fiance. With some twist or twists, the movie ends with the escort becoming romantically involved with the girl and turning into the best man. Not the best evening at all. As the movie progressed and the protagonist flirted or was being enthralled by her escort, my captor movie closer and closer towards me, until his arm was around my shoulder. I gave a yelp through the stuff gag but he didn’t move away and instead held me tight against him as the characters on screen began to have sex. As I watched, I slowly began to feel and arousal across my body, one that I have had since I met my first crush at twelve. And that guy was now in loe with another girl.

As the movie neared its final part with more romantic scenes, my bladder again signalled and whih no way out, I released its contents. “Mmmm,” I groaned through the gag then did so as the pee continued. I felt not only the usual warmth but a small ‘click’ as my urination was done. Rats, the tapes were really getting loose. The masked captor turned towards me and asked, “Freyja did her wee, wee?” Red in the face, I only could half nod.

“Aw,” he said then glanced at his watch. “Let’s end here. Bed time.” The movie wasn’t that great, but neither could I protest as he scooped me up and carried me one hand on my back and the other under my knees. Back in my room, my bonds were undone and he told me to change to my sleepwear.

“Mmmmprv,” I said the word ‘privacy’.

“No, I’m not letting you out of my sight,” he said but I shook my head in protest. No way I was getting nude in front of him!!!

“Listen Freyja,” he pulled out his weapon, “I’m not going to ask politely again. Change out. Or I’ll change you myself.” I still shook my head. I don’t think you’ll do it, or kill me, I thought.

“Damn it!” He yanked down the straps of my dress and of course it fell down, but my diaper did as well. I shrieked and turned around quickly with my back towards him.

“Aw, little Freyja lost her diaper,” he cooed, and I turned red again.

“Ok, why don’t you lie down and put a new ‘love toy’ on.” I just stood there. If I did so, he would see my naked crotch.

“Ok, we’ll do it my way,” he said and I squeal as he pulled me down on the bed. My left arm was immediately handcuffed to the edge of metal frame of my bed and I immediately struggled until the weapon was inched from my face.

“The more you struggle, the more cuts you get or worse, you get a broken wrist,” he hissed at me. “Now, be a good girl and stay still.” I glared at him and squealed but he simply move down. The next thing I knew, he hands were wiping my crotch with the baby wipes. The wiping felt like rape–though  I never had sex before, and I kept groaning and protesting through my gag. Then, he swiftly laid a new diaper underneath and taped it tightly on.

“There, you see? All done.” I shivered as he recuffed my hands behind me and brought me to the toilet and removed my gag. “You need a good brush,” he commented and brushed my teeth. With the lingering taste of tooth paste in my mouth, I couldn’t say a word as he jammed yet another cloth across my mouth, cleave gagging me again. “Ok, are you going to be a good girl and wear your PJs?” he as he uncuffed me.

“Mmm,” and he allowed me to turn around so my breasts weren’t exposed to him. I was yanked back on the bed and the same night restraints applied–wrists taped in front of me, ankles tied. Then, a blindfold was added. “Mmmmph?” I questioned this, then felt him slide down next to me. “I need a proper sleep in a bed,” he commented. The final touch was him cuffing his wrist to my bound arms, so that was no way I could move suddenly. “Good night Freyja. I hope you don’t pee too much in your new diaper.”

To Be Continued

Oh My gosh, Oh My Gosh! Some one had just touched me ‘down there’! I had been molested!!! Ok, it was due to the fact that I didn’t obey my captor. But that didn’t give him the right to put on a diaper on me. Wait, a diaper. You Freyja chose to buy and wear diapers. You chose to be the diaper lover. But I didn’t chose to be bound and gagged and blindfolded…

As I ran these thoughts through my head, I heard his rhythmic breathing. Yeah, well at least he didn’t plug my ears. But why can’t I see your full face? Yeah you don’t want me see your face in case I can tell the police. But tell them what? That you touched my pussy without my permission? That you diapered me? Well that’s because I chose to wear them. What a story the police would hear….At least he doesn’t snore, I thought. but some minute comfort while I’m bound, gagged and blindfolded. And…oh wait, what’s that feeling? Oh gosh, I’m getting aroused thinking about all this. Darn….

With him next to me, my sleep was even more uncomfortable than the night before, so much that I had to be shaken to be waken up next morning. “Up and early today,” he announced, as the soaked cleave gag was removed. Being a gentleman for the moment, he gave me a small drink.

I was about to say something when he lowered my PJ bottoms. “Aw, not so wet eh?” Again I turned red in the face and mumbled something like ‘what the hell?!’

Being brought up, my bonds were removed and I thought I would be allowed to bath but he stalled me. “Why do you use up your diaper first,” he said.

“What?!” I cried then he hand gagged me.

“Softer. Why don’t you pee and use up your diaper?” WHAT?! I cried silently.

“But….”

“Do it Freyja.” There wasn’t a gun pointed at me but I didn’t want to argue again. And yeah, I did need to pee so I did, partly squatting to do so. “Let me see,” he pulled down my pants again. “Better.” Too embarrassed to talk, I tried to turn to the bathroom but he forced yet again that ball gag in my mouth. “You don’t need to talk while showering, same time,” he said. Feeling more violated, I scrubbed furiously ‘down there’ as the water struck my body and gag. Damnit, please let this end…Towelling off, I just realised I entered the bathroom without a new change of clothes and even ‘underwear’–bra and diapers. Shit, shit, shit! That means I have to change outside in front of him! Throwing on my old night clothes, I exited slowly.

“Ah, just over nine minutes,” he claimed. “Oh, you can’t go down like this. Here,I picked out clothes for you,” he pointed at a purple bra, one of my short pleated skirt, and a translucent top. And there was a freshly laided out diaper.

“CmmmIplschammaln,” I tried to say ‘Can I please change alone’.

“No, no, not after yesterday’s stunt.” SHIT. “I won’t deliberately peek, but I’m not leaving.” Sighing, I turned my back towards him and got my top off first, clipping on the bra and then the new shirt. Then, as best as I could, I wiped my crotch and arse clean with the wipes and lying down, I taped on a new diaper. Skirt on, he nodded. “I suppose you hate that gag,” he said. Yes, please, remove it, I thought. He did so, but replaced it with one with a me sucking a tube and a leather panel. “Panel gag,” he said and I learnt something new. With my hands cuffed behind my back, it was down for breakfast.

To Be Continued.

My ankles once more were bound to each leg of the chair with zip ties while rope again secured me to the chair, passing above and below my boobs. The cuffs were switched to the front but that was little comfort since my arms and hands were stiffened by last nights bonds. As I watched him work up what looked like a large breakfast, my thoughts wondered back to the day before. He had seen me defecate and helped me tape up my diaper. He had made me dress down to only my bra and well diapers. Then he taped up a new diaper on me, thanks to that lose diaper and the fact I didn’t obey him. Yes, so he touched me, he molest me. He’s a creep. But wait, so far he’s fed me, not physically assaulted me, and while he did touch my pussy, he didn’t do so for sexual advances. So is he really a captor?

“Here you are, pancakes and bacon and syrup. There’s not enough butter in your fridge.” Of course not, but coincidentally, I don’t like a lot of butter on my pancakes, how nice. He gingerly removed the gag and boy did I really want it out. It was like sucking on a tube–no not a pacifer. As he cut up the pancakes, I tried to form a pleading look and drawing up my confidence, I asked, “Please, sir, can I have my hands free to eat?”

His masked face turned and stared at me for a few seconds before he reached over and undid one cuff, linking it to the arm rest. “One hand only.” It had to be more than enough. “Thank you,” I said.

“Don’t push it Freyja,” he grumbled, then lifted his mask started eating.

“I…I won’t,” I added, not wanting to get anymore torturous bindings like yesterday. “I don’t want to be forced changed.”

He stopped. “What? You disobeyed me yesterday. In any case, you like to wear right? I was just helping you.”

“But…”

“But you should learn something. Captive 101, obey your captor at all costs. Besides, I used to change diapers.” Used to? I tried to press on that point but he clammed up and told me to eat up.  I was even allowed a short drink of coffee this time.  Parting my skirt, he checked on my diaper. “Good,” he commented on the dryness. “Please,” I tried again, “can I have a different gag?”

“What did I say about about  a captive?” I sighed and accepted back the panel gag which really muted out any sounds. The cuffs came back behind my back and the rope were readjusted in a firm but to too tight fashion around my arms and boobs. Positioned on the nearby sofa, he bound my knees and ankles with zip ties then whispered, “Look, I won’t blindfold you today but only if you promise to turn towards the seat and stay there. Ok?” It had to be How much more will this continue?

To be Continued.

I lay there, diapered and restrained, voice shut off by sucking on a tube. Again, anyone else looking at me would think this is the perfect bondage story for fetish lovers–diapers and adult restraints. But I ‘m just a girl who wants to explore the wonders of an adult diaper, not one with it and restraints on!!! As I ran this thought through my head, I heard him shuffle about more than then cursing silently. What was he up to? Stealing? Hacking? Planing an attack? What was so secretive about his work?

My head was suddenly yanked back and the icky panel gag was eased out.”Where’s your purse?” he asked.

“Why?” I asked back. I thought he didn’t want to steal items?

“Just answer.”

“Second drawer near my bed. Please, I don’t….” The gag went back on and before I knew it, my purse was in his hands. “Don’t worry honey, I’m not going to deduct alot of money from your debit card,” he said as I was spun around while I heard him enter my bank details. “All done, let’s have an early lunch.” After I chewed down the chicken sandwich I tried again to ask him how much money he ‘spent’.

“No worry, not much.”

“But….”

“But as I said before, you don’t need to know what I’m up to.”

“But I’m not going to do anything about it,” I pleaded. “Please, I’m just a student…”

“Shut up unless you want the gag back on,” he snapped and I did so. Then he glanced at his watch. “I have to go out for a while,” he said. Yay, that means he will leave me alone and I can try to…”But first, I have to secure you.”

“You already have,” I muttered as I flexed against my pretty inescapable bonds.

“Not good enough. Not especially after yesterday.” Rats… “Please, I’m sorry I tried that.”

“Apology accepted but still…do you have a quiet room?”

“No, nothing.” What was his plan now.

“Basement?” I didn’t answer then I thought about it. “No please, it’s so cold down there. I’ll freeze; there’s no heating.” But my plea was not considered as he carried me back up to my room. I was quickly uncuffed and made to wear a thick jumper and place on pantyhose. “Ah, good I don’t have to worry about that,” he pointed to me dry diaper.

“Please sir,” I begged again as I was handcuffed at my wrists and ankles. “You can leave me here, I won’t escape. Please…what..not that’s dis….mmmmmph!!!!” He picked up a pair of panties and jammed it in my mouth. Yikes, he’s so perverted!

“You didn’t like that panel gag, this should hold you,” he said, wrapping tape around my jaw and trapping my hair with it. A few minutes later, I was bound to a chair in my chilly basement. “Don’t worry, Freyja, I’ll be back.”

To Be Continued (yes short one)

I sat there still bound, gagged and

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.

 

Ariana gets arrested and locked up for a reason


NB: This does not refer to  any real actresses in  reality.

Ariana, one of the leading actresses in children’s television, is no in her usual wardrobe, nor is  she dressed up for the screen. Instead, she is sitting on a cold wooden bench, her  hands handcuffed behind her and  her legs secured in leg irons. What has happened.

“Yes, I’m arrested,” Ariana explains, trying to twist her head so that her red hair won’t block her  eye. “No, I didn’t commit any crime. This is for show to inform young teens of the consequences  of committing any crime. “The state now has a standard set of procedures in arresting and processing  young criminals and I’m part of an initiative to show you what will happen.” Indeed, there are several cameras rolling. Suddenly, two  policemen  approach. Ariana is unsecured from the restrains holding her down  and is  lead to a table. There her hands are shifted to the  front. “Fingerprinting, ” she explains. “Afterwards, mug shots of her were taken, three of them: front, left side and  right side.

Ariana, still restrained, was next brought to a nearby room. “This is new,” she explains are her cuffs  and  restrains are removed. “Everyone, regardless of crime, gets to be be strip searched. It can be done by either male or female officers.” Due to regulations, Ariana’s strip search happens but is not shown. We next see her in an orange jumpsuit, hands shackled behind her, legs cuffed  and a chain around her waist and another connecting the two together. Ariana further explains, “I’m no longer wearing my bra and panties. Instead, prisoners have to be locked up 24/7. That means toilet breaks  are out except for number 2. Hence, I’m made to wear an adult diaper.” It was quite visible underneath.

Ariana is next gagged with a panel gag. We learn  it is necessary to prevent spitting  and  verbal assaults.

So do you want  to be arrested?

Fake interview about a fake movie


The kidnapping of Esther Heed is a heart gripping story of how a kidnapped millionaire’s girls  lives through the whole sequence and finally gets locked into the Stockholm Syndrone to escape with her captors.  Starring world renown and award-winning actress Emma Weston, it initially drew flak  due to the scenes of nudity and bondage through out, not forgetting the constant swearing and almost rape scene. Emma and Scriptwriter Carl Thompson are here to explain the movie.

Me: So given my short summary Emma and Carl, is there anything you’ll like to add or clarify?

Emma: Why thank you this interview. You said “bondage”. I would say handcuffs, leg irons would be considered as “bondage equipment”. Yes, my character Esther is gagged almost every minute with a panel gag. I suppose that’s one such tool but the running idea was extreme silence and  effective restraining–or silence rather. It’s nothing  to do with domination sadomasochism stuff.

Carl: Thank you. Yes as Emma remarked, they are restraints which appear to be bondage stuff, but aren’t. If you want to dig so closely, yes we bought the gag and leg irons online from such groups, but not as a representation of them.

Me: Let’s go back to the background of the show. You’re well known for a famous movie series and one that’s has such a young audience. Why this?

Emma: (laughing) Yes, it sounds derogatory and paints a terrible image of me, considering I’m only sixteen right? But I’ve always wanted to break away from the “safe” type of movies or shows and try something new. This was a budget movie, a short one  but it also was one with an element that I wanted. So even with opposition from  my manage, my publicist, my parents and much discussion, i took it. I don’t want to be the normal female actress forever.

Carl: We thought it would take an older actress but Emma’s name came up immediately literally; she in fact called us  one we place the script to all acting studios. I was like, are you sure you’re her? But yes, Emma did some “formal auditioning” and she got it easily. I’ve never worked with such an amazing  actresses.

Emma: Thanks Carl.

Me: You really had no qualms about being stripped, locked and then diapered?

Emma: Well, that’s the first thing everyone chats about and some try to criticise. Simply, it passed all censors and even young teens can  watch it. No, after my discussion, I didn’t see it as anything. It’s acting.

Me: It wasn’t say a body suit or anything? You’re vulva was really shaved in that scene?

Emma: Yes, you can’t shave a body suit can you? That took  one take, but the preceding practices, it was all just a mock up. But that really did happen physically. My co-actors Dan and Sam really did shave me down there. As were the cutting often my jeans and my knickers, that also took one take. The cutting of my bra, well, that took four takes due to the camera angle.

Carl: Yes, that scene only. Emma’s the “one take Weston” girl. But that “cutting of the bra” scene, the lighting wasn’t great at first so we haha wasted lots of bras.

Me: And you were then diapered…

Emma: It’s what you never see in movies about kidnapped people right? How do they pee or shit? As this movie  involved the victim being restrained 24/7, how do you let the person exercise bodily functions? That’s the beauty of the script and why I wanted this.

Carl: Yes.

Me: So what was it like peeing and then defecating in the diaper?

Emma: (laughing again) Remember the “number two” was only done once in the show. But the peeing parts. Yes, I really did pee, it wasn’t any props at all. I did wet the diapers/nappies. Again, not something you expected me as an actresses to take.

Me: Can I ask how was it again?

Emma: You mean how the peeing occurred? That was a big stuff. Before the shooting began, I in fact wanted to see what being  diapered was about. So without being changed into diapers, I wore one  myself for about a week. For almost a day, i just couldn’t make myself pee into the diaper, no matter  how much I drank. Only at night did I get up, stand up and pee. The rest of the week, I really practised peeping, but lying  down as it was in most scenes of the movie. Then when it came to the shooting, it came almost naturally.

Carl: I too was wondering about that first, but when it came to the shooting and given what Emma did before hand, it was so bad, to put it simply. In fact, she stayed in the diaper between shots–since we took takes almost every hour and  day. Of course, we had to use new diapers for different scenes.

Emma: Haha, yeah. I stayed in the diapers.

Me: And defecating…

Emma: Ok, that wasn’t really planned at first. I thought it was too gruesome and icky, which it was. But yes, it was during one take where I was  really cuffed, gagged and diapered and didn’t clear myself of my breakfast when I signalled almost frantically to get them release me. So I brought up the idea with Carl and that scene happened. Yes, I did  mess in the diaper. No, as the movie went, the kidnappers did not clean me up–the camera stopped, they released me and I cleaned up myself. But that was shown like for a minute or so. As  you saw in the other parts after that, my character Ester gets to use a bucket instead. Yes, my butt was wiped.

Me: Oh wow. it must have been tricky, being handcuffed  behind your back, shitting…

Carl: Emma again managed it really well.

Me: And how about the restraints then? Esther was shown from start to end cuffed. Even during meal times and bath times…

Emma: Like the diaper, that took a short while to get used to. The  very first day, I told them to handcuff me, hands behind and let me move about. Break or lunch  time, I got the crew to feed me. Then with diapers on, there was no excuse  to ask to pee. As for the gag, same stuff. There however, was one trick that happened. After one scene, it was lunch time but instead of releasing me, they left me cuffed to the bed, gagged and in a rather half soaked diaper for half and hour!

Carl: We did joke around  then. But all safety was assured.

Me: And  the shower scene?

Emma: Yes, again no body suit. I know I’m a 36C girl. Ok, whatever, even though I’m a teen. Yes, basically, chained, albeit hands in front, gagged but showering. Took two takes though.

Carl: Not really a hard scene again. Emma did great.

Me: There were’n’t many diaper changing scenes though….

Carl: It wasn’t scripted to be. Again, that’s just to show how a kidnapped victim has to live and go about daily functions. Now the peeing happened alot as shown in the movie. As well as shitting. That happened. Again, this isn’t considered in other kidnap movies. Or books.

Me: Being restrained that long, even off takes must have caused marks on your skin…

Emma: It did but with some cream and by not moving around too much, it’s ok. It wasn’t placed on too tight. Not even the beginning when the scene showed Ester struggling.

Me: Were’nt you at all shocked being almost fully stripped and then in the later so-called assault/rape scene?

Emma: First question: No as I really wanted this role, I was prepared for it. I wasn’t fully stripped, I knew I was just going to be diapered and that’s all. Second, question, it was NOT a rape scene. Dan appeared naked but was clothes below the belt. My shirt was cut open yes, but my breasts were not full exposed unlike  the shower scene. No attempted sexual action at all. My diaper was taped on.

Carl: Yup.

Me: Ok cool. But how do you see yourself then Emma, especially with all this?

Emma: As I said, I made my decision. I don’t think I’ll be hated for it at all.

PS: All of this is fake but You can easily guess which actress I’m imagining.

Extreme Lock-up 4:Letters to the Editor


Letters to the Editor:

Treatment of my daughter:

Dear Sir,

I know the tough measures for the detaining  of females include young teenagers but  my fourteen year old was visibly shaken after  she was arrested for vandalism which in my view wasn’t very much–just a small spot on a wall. After being locked and diapered for almost half a day, she is now still quite shaken from the whole experience and refuses to go out, even to school now. I see the need to address crime, but has the police and government considered the pyschological effects?

Mrs  Tammy Benson

Re: Mrs. T. Benson’s article: Overreaction

Police’s official response:

Dear Sir,

I refer to the letter by Mrs. Tammy Benson complaining about her daughter’s reaction to being arrested under the new  rules. While she may be suffering from side effects, there is no need to demand  for the authorities to consider effects. Her girl  would have clearly understood the rules since they have been broadcasted on  the web, media, schools and signs all over the country. As much as one should feel sympathetic, all her daughter should do it seek medical help.

Mr. Cavan Bennett

Dear Sir,

We refer to first Mrs  Tammy Benson’s letter and Mr. Cavan Bennett’s reply. The rules are quite evident that all girls will be restrained and gagged but any medical conditions will be noted. Mrs. Benson’s daughter was proposed to be examined by the police doctor but she herself refused. It is thus her fault if she suffers psychologically from it but we would very much be open to assisting her recovery.

Inspector Mark Harrison

for

Commissioner Brodie Carson

Chief of Police

Approval of the new laws

Dear Sir,

As a parent of a very rebellious sixteen year old, I applaud the government’s new move  in fully restraining females, gagging them and diapering them  24/7 while arrested. I have  tried so many methods to discipline my child but none worked. Once she was arrested for underage smoking and drinking and subjected  to the new  rules, she has really turned  over a new  leaf. I urge  the government to ignore opposing views  and continue with this.

Thomas Mann

Extreme Lock-up: The Rules


The new rules:

Basics:

1) All females age 13 and above until about age 60 will be subjected to it. Even foreigners and tourists.

2) This excludes handicapped, mentally ill or those with other medical conditions. Officers will access, case  by case.

3) Injured females will not be excluded by special form of restraints and slightly different treatment.

4) Foreigners or tourists will not be exempt from the rule unless their country sign preferential deals with the government. Signs and pamphlets will be distributed at all ports of entry to warn tourists and others of the new rule.

5) The rules are final; any female who tries to resist the measures will face rougher handling. Protests by any females against this will still arrested.

The details:

1)  Upon any arrest of a female for any crime, she will be handcuffed (always wrists behind her back) and ankles chained with legirons.

2)  A ball gag will be applied to the girl. If she is 13 or 14 years old, a tape gag of two strips of thick duct tape plus a breathable cloth as stuffing with be used instead.

3)  All such females, whether one such suspect or many, will not be transported in a normal police car but instead in a police van. Each girl will be secured inside cages and at least one male police officer per female in the van.

4) At the station, the suspect’s fingerprints will be taken with her hands handcuffed in front but then re-handcuffed behind her. Her gag will be temporarily removed but warned not to make a a sound as mug shots are taken.

5) Next, the subject can either be handcuffed to the waiting bench. She will not be allowed to use the toilet unless it is absolutely necessary. If she has to during this time, she will still be restrained. The toilet cubicle will have no door and the male officer (rarely female) will assist her in cleaning up.  If not, she is escorted to the examination room where up  to four male officers will be present. All bindings and gag will be removed and the girl will be instructed to strip off all clothing, items: jewellery, hairpins, earrings, rings anything  on her body. She will be asked to do this twice, and  if she refuses, the officers will handle the stripping and may turn rough depending how much the girl cooperates.

6) Once fully naked, a full body cavity will be performed by only one senior male officer, never by a female unless in extreme circumstances. He will check all areas skin and cavities: nasal passage, ears, mouth, anus,  vulva/vagina and double check that there’s nothing else on her body. A scanner will be used if necessary to double check.

7) Once checked, she  will be escorted to a side where a doctor will examine the subject to see if she can withstand further restraining and incarceration. If he disapproves, she will be held in this room under observation until she can be fit to be restrained or need further assistance. If he says yes, the girl will be locked, still naked, on to a medical examination table. If  her vulva is too hairy, it will be shaved, even  against her will, albeit gently.  A Tena Slip Maxi Diaper/Nappy will be taped on and secured with locking knickers. She will then be dress in a translucent gown that may or may not hide her breasts, depending the cup size.

8 ) The officers will take over, restraining her and gagging her as before, this time with a panel gag. She will be led to a cell. Each cell for each female will obviously not contain a toilet. It will have a ring on the wall where the girl’s restraints will be cuffed to for at least one hour before she is released to moved, still gagged and restrained in the cell. There will be a small bed with medical restraints on. She will be restrained for 24/7 will a CCTV monitoring her in the cell. Before dinner, she will be allowed to use the toilet to defecate, but with on hand handcuffed to a ring  on the wall. Similarly after dinner, each girl will be allowed to use  the toilet for defecation as well an hour before lights out.

9) During meal time, she will be escorted to a canteen area but still will not released. Officers will feed her and of course  the food will be according to her dietary and religious requirements. Not a word, other and the sound of chewing and swallowing or she will be denied the rest of the meal.

10) At lights out, she will be released from the chains and locked flat down to the bed with the medical restraints. Depending on the results of her medical examination, her  gag will still  be a muzzle gag throughout the night, or changed to a duct tape gag or she will not be gagged sleeping but warned to be silent.

11) Every arrested female incarcerated will be allowed only to shower once a day and that is before  breakfast in the morning. She will be escorted to an open  area where guards will assist her in removing her nappy, clothing and restraints but placing on handcuffs with longer chains. Her ankles will be handcuffed to chains linked to the wall. Given eight minutes, she will be subjected to a shower with average  temperature, which will  turn on and off with barely enough time  to shower. Only liquid soap will be provided.

12) Escorting  to court. The girl will appear still gagged, shackled and in  the prescribed outfit in front of the judge. If her lawyer needs to converse with her, her or she  needs to apply for a permit for  the gag  to be  removed. Only when the girl is called upon to speak to the judge, will order her gag to be removed.

13) Prisoner transportation. Occasionally, the court may be held in a city further away or she may be extradited overseas. For such cases, the female shall remain in the same restraints, with the addition of a hood. This hood is to be tightly but not fully wrapped around her head to block out light and disorientate her but not to suffocate. It shall be used when bring her out of her cell and into the transportation van. Only inside the van should  her hood be removed. On rare occasions such as extremely hostile or uncooperative female, the hood will remain on forever. In transporting the female prisoner, at least two male marshals should be sited in the back, even  if she is locked in a cage. The suggested number should be four. If there’s more than one, this number should be  multiplied accordingly. The guards should not unnecessarily stop but if needed, at least two guards (therefore four  is better) should remain with the female or females at all times while the others rest or gather food. On no occasions (under medical or emergency) should the female be fed even  if  it is a long  journey.

Van Transportation: As mentioned, it should be either a cage van or just a normal one. Prisoner should be strapped in in a seat belt like strap to hold her and if medical exam allows, chains to be linked to be van. The van should not speed so as not to cause excessive physical harm. Routes will be randomly selected and there should always be a back up van and additional unmarked support vehicle.

Water Transportation: On certain circumstances, females may be transported by a special prison ship. Again, they should be locked down, whether chair or benh, though the latter will be more uncomfortable. Aas it is a ship, the vehicle’s velocity may not be

14) On  certain occasions, such as acts or lesser nature, the female may be allowed to be transported  via public transport. This  may also be so to humiliate the girl. She  may either be dressed in prison or civilian outfits but again, a nappy must be worn and no bra or metallic items should be on her to aid escapes.  In such a case, one marshal is an appropriate number to escort her but two or evne more if she is uncooperative. In terms of such prisoner

a) Visitors: Will have to apply for a permit to visit girls incarcerated for more that a few days. If the visitor in female, she will be handcuffed and leg-ironed but not gagged or diapered.

b) If the girl  is found  not guilty or is released, she will be provided with he own clothes back only after being escorted home, handcuffed and diapered. if her clothes were damaged as a result of the officers’ doing, she will be reimbursed.

All these rules are final and all must obey these rules.

Extreme Lock up 2: Be careful what you write


“Miss Charlotte Kelly?” I heard a voice say.

“Yes?” although it came up more like a yes…since I was quite tipsy having a couple glasses of champagne, cocktails and tequilas. I turned in my six inch heels to face a pair of policemen. Uh?

“Your under arrest for writing unsubstantiated rumours that could cause another economic collapse in this country,” came the reply which sounded more  like a mechanical voice than a human. I was about to protest as another grabbed my arms and  yanked them behind my back. i was in a evening dress that reached only several inches below my waist and and the back exposed most of my skin.

“Ow!” I yelled as I felt cold tight steel linking my hands together.

“This will keep you quiet,” another said and my jaw was pried open and a thick leathery-plasticky tube was pushed into my mouth. it was linked  to some  kind of pad and strapped cut against my make up-fillled cheeks. This “thing” was locked behind my nicely permed and bundled  up hair. It took  me a few seconds to realise that it was a panel gag, worn my fetish people. Why this? Then, I remembered the “no rights  for women” police law, which allowed  police to strictly cuff and  gag females of almost all ages and keep them so. Darn it!

“Move,” I was told. I nearly tripped as I was half dragged with  on-lookers starring  at me as I was dragged out of the main hall. Outside, the chilly  night air bit against my bare skin and I was  dragged towards a back police van. I nearly sprained my ankles as I was literally pushed up the steep steps. Inside, I was pushed towards a  mini cell and my cuffed hands  were locked against a set of rings and cuffs on the  metal wall. My ankles were also treated to manacles that were pretty short enough to make me think  they were handcuffs. Finally, a hood was draped over my head and  the cell was locked.

The van jerked immediately, yanking me against the wall and causing me to yelp out through the gag. “Shut up and stay that way or we’ll taser you,” came threat. What the heck? I thought. How could I obey that given the way they secured me to the seat/mini cell. I could only bear the pain of the fetters which obviously was exacerbated by the speed of the fast moving van.

All of a sudden, the  vehicle screeched to a hat. Gosh, how far did we travel? The cell clanged open and the men swiftly released me from the seat restraints. Again, the cold stung me as I was dragged into a dark building where I could barely make out the sign “Police Station”. I was dragged to a desk and for the first time, they adjusted my cuffed hands to the front. “Don’t think  we’re letting it easy girl, we need  to get your fingerprints.” My cuffed hands were pressed against an electronic scanner–wow, they’re hight tech now–and within in seconds my prints were entered into their database. With my hands behind my back again. I was marched to a wall with height marking on it and immediately guessed what was next. “We’re going to remove  you gag but any noise and you’ll be sorry,” snarled the smae  mechanical voice. “Remove” was the wrong word, the leather panel gag was yanked out so hard it almost  cu my lips and mouth. The mug shots took almost the same time  as  the  finger  printing–one facing front and  oen at the  side.

“Ok, Charlie,” how did  they know  my nickname  was Charlie. “We can do this the easy or  hard way. Either you strip for us or we’ll take of you nice  dress for you.”

“No…” was what I could muster. Actually, I meant no this was  all wrong–the sudden arrest and treatment, despite knowing that  this was  the new  legislation  in place. However, two me immediately grabbed me. One held me firmly while the other yanked  the  thin straps of my evening  dress down. Immediately, my breasts and my pink  bikini knickers. I was  wearing  those translucent/invisible bra forms around my boobs instead of a strapless bra and my sweat from all this suddenly “kidnapping” had made both cups loose.

“Ah such sexy knickers and well, what  a method of holding up your 34 Bs,” he said while the officer reached and yanked away the stick on bra. I screamed and turned bright red as my full boobs were exposed but was only given a smack and the same warning to keep quiet.

“I have my rights!” I yelled, ignoring him.

“So do we,” snarled the officer who took off my bra. My knickers were pull down half way and instead of fully removing it, he produced a knife and cut them off.

“Hey, you damaged my clothes! The  rules said that ow…..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” My body was fried. “If you don’t shut up, we’ll shock you and perform a painful body search. Now, last change cooperate or else.”

The search was probably the most excruciating time of all my life. They removed everything  from my body: hairpins, earrings, rings, bracelet, necklace, tummy ring, watch and everything. They tocuhed every cavity: ear, nose, mouth, frisked my breasts, my hair and poked around  my vagina and anus. Finally, they stopped and dragged me over to a table wear something whitish was on it. I was strapped down using medical restraints and knew that I was being locked in an adult diaper–a Tena Slip Maxi to be exact.  I always wondered why they chose such a maximum protection diaper since it would never be fully used–at least use a Tena Slip Plus which doesn’t have  such  big a  capacity.

After being diapered and with locking panties on–unnecessary in my view since girls would be restrained almost 24–They draped a short but translucent gown to cover my exposed boobs. I was then back in the  cuffs and leg irons and panel gag. They prodded me down a dark  corridor and  my cell was revealed to me.  Since it was late at night–I judged the time to be 11-ish or so–I was restrained to be hard prison bed with medical straps again. “Good night, Charlie,” was the last I heard.

Lethargy over came me so despite the most uncomfortable sleep position, I feel immediately asleep.

The clanging of the cell door awoke me from my slumber and suddenly I felt the urge to pee. Then I remembered I was and that I was restrained and  diapered. As the officer approached the bed, I had no choice but to empty the contents of last night’s drinks on to the nappy. “Ah, good morning Charlie, so the diapers do come in handy after all eh?”

I blushed again as the dampness between my legs grew and grew. Without any more comment, he undid the straps holding me down and lifted me up. The rattling of chains was heard and I submitted myself to the cuffs and legirons and belt (Note: I still had the panel gag on through the night and luckily, I didn’t choke on it).

Outside, the usual lot of guards were there and I was escorted down the dark corridor again to a dazzling bright area which was for showering. I definitely yearned for this especially given  the events the night before. However, the guards/policemen instead re-cuffed my hands to the front with handcuffs with a longer chain. The gown was cut away and my diapers were removed. Deciding that making noise wasn’t a good option, I motioned towards my gag for them to remove it.

“You don’t need your mouth to shower. Now  you have 6 minutes. Get on with it and we’ll shut off the the water exactly then.”

I turned to face the shower, noticing only one tube for shower gel–clearly having  a bar of soap was too dangerous. As I moved into the shower “pit”, a blast of cold water hit me and I couldn’t help but yelp through my gag. After half a minute, I fumbled using my cuffed hands to gather some soap and with difficulty, I tried to wash myself, especially my crotch area and anus. The latter of course was extremely difficult given the way my hands were arranged. Before I knew it, the water was off. The guards were back, handing me a towel and again I had the difficult task of drying myself, handcuffed.

They made me wear  the same diaper–well it wasn’t fully soaked–and a new gown. Then the “leader” from the night before appeared and told me that i was going to be brought to court early. My case would not have a lawyer it seemed, as it was a serious crime that was evident. What nonsense, but of course couldn’t object. “Breakfast will come later,” I was told, making my heart sink further.

Apparently, the courthouse was some distance away so again, the van was needed. This time however, another apparatus was placed on me–that of a dark hood. It was clearly unnecessary as I brought out of the building and back  into the “mini-cell” of the van. This time, the ride was smoother but the seat restraints were still cutting into my flesh.

I was soon in a court room with no audience and made to stand, chained, gagged and wearing a diaper to face a prosecutor would read out my charge and a judge. Some court proceeding it was. The verdict was swift: Given my age, I was not given a jail term but was to be humiliated by being chained at the city centre. My labtop, computer and internet connect  would be removed for a year and I would be monitored if I was near any PC.

Hours  later:

I was nearly sun  burnt and my crotch was steaming and sticky with all the urine packed against it when they released me from the pole. I was locked back in the van and  after a bumpy ride, I was at my flat. My neighbours didn’t seem to notice the clanking of the chains I was led into my apartment. Standing up, the single policeman uncuffed me and my hands, senseless from the restraining, almost literally dropped to the floor. The rest of the  chains were unlocked and so was my gag. Finally, I was stripped of the dreaded diaper and gown. Nude, he  handed me a bill–expenses for the diaper and  a further fine  for my crime.

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