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? 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.


“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?”


“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.


“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.


“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 laid 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 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 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 diapered once more. No, not just gagged, gagged with my panties in my mouth! That sicko! Wait till he gets caught I’ll ask the prosecutor to send him into the most miserable jail! But wait, the police will probably learnt about my ‘condition’, that I’m wearing a diaper? How could I explain it? Could I bluff that he made me wearing the diaper? I’m terrible at bluffing; the police and then mummy will find out. But it’s all his fault, I whined both in my mind and through the new gag which like others, muffled my cries well. Once more, he had also bound me well, and the handcuffs would ensure that I would be able to easily undo any bindings or push anything. Great, mister. I thought you are some simple criminal not a master of bindings. No wait, isn’t it called bondage?

As I made these thoughts and struggles, I began to sweat alot even in the cool cellar so I stopped. My eyes slowly adjusted to the dark and I could see the outline of the cellar. Our family stored lots of old furniture down here and there was an old air-conditioned controlled wine cellar here that dad used to store his liquor in until he passed away. I don’t remember if it was still operational and I couldn’t see it from where I was. Suddenly, a spider scampered the across the wall. Well hello friend, I thought at least you are free to move. What happened next was even more of a shock. Some insect, possibly a fly, landed on my left ear. “Mmmpph!” I cried shaking my head and it flew away. Then, it came back again, this time landing on nose! “Mmmph!” I shook violently, but just as it got off, I felt a dribble of pee coming out. OMG, did that shock just make me pee?

The fly or whatever launched it ‘attack’ at me again and again, landing on different parts of my face. It then headed for my shoulders but each time I shook it off. Then, of all places, it landed on the base of my neck and crawled down into my cleavage. I screamed and rocked th around violently until suddenly I tipped over and the chair fell down on my right side. Mmow! I cried both from the impact of the fall and then watching the insect crawling out of my boobs and all around my upper torso. Finally, it flew off again. Great going, I thought, then tried tugging against my bonds. But it again was hopeless, I couldn’t get free. An hour passed, maybe just over an hour when once more, I felt the need to pee. Oh well, there’s no other way I thought, and still lying sideways, I peed into the diaper. I think it makes a record for anyone wearing a diaper, baby or adult. No one else would have peed lying sideways bound to a chair.

TBC Very short

As I laid, there, I felt my bladder signal again and seeing no choice,

Tropical Detention

It was a steaming hot airport and not exactly helped as the crowds of passengers that seemed to increase by the minute. Finally, after a sweltering fifty minute wait, I depositing my backpack on the conveyor belt and walked through the metal detector. There was no buzz but immediately, the officer in front of me signalled for me to stand at the side.

“Yes officer?” I wasn’t familiar with he fanciful rank so I didn’t know what to call him.

“Open,” he pointed to my bag.

“Why?” I immediately said but he just repeated himself in his heavy accent.

I finally complied though naturally I was bewildered. Just as I opened it, another officer,  this then with more fanciful embroidery on his epaulette, immediately reached in and yanked out something. It was that rather intricately designed doll that I bought at the local market. I thought it was a great gift for my little sister.

“Hey, that’s my…” suddenly the senior officer, twisted the doll’s head and it snapped open. He tilted the body of the doll and out came a huge load of powder. I heard all of the  airport security men suddenly mutter something in their local dialect.

“You under….” I didn’t catch the last word from the senior man as the guy who motioned to me touched my arm. “Hey! Cut that…ow!” I felt cold, thick metallic steel around me wrists—I was handcuffed behind my back. “This is wrong! I  demand….ow!” I cried again as I felt the same metal just above my ankles–they had put leg irons around me legs. “This is uncalled for! I demand an explanation!”

“Open mouth,” the senior man said.

“Why? Look I want to know what’s going on. I just bought the doll in an open market..”

“Open mouth,” he said again in his heavy accent. I started to protest once more when suddenly something rubbery was jammed into my open mouth. I naturally tried to get it out but that was so impossible with my handcuffed arms. “Mmmmph!” I cried as straps cut across my cheeks and I felt the device secured behind my ponytail. A ball gag! I knew what it was from watching lots of adult movies despite my young age. What the hell, they had ball-gagged me?


With another undecipherable command, I felt myself literally whisked off the ground and half-carried, half dag through the airport into a dark, windowless van. Inside were several tough looking guards, or rather goons. two of them “attached” me to a rather torn hard seat–first the strapped me bound figure with four point restraints and second, they yanked my legs apart, jerking the leg irons and double securing my feet to the side of the bench or chair. “Mmmph!” I cried through the gag, more due to the conscious fact that opened my dress and revealed my panties to all these guys. “Mmmph!” I cried again as the vehicle spluttered to life and zoomed off so fast that I was jerked back and forth.

Before I could even bring my thoughts together, the vehicle stopped. The door opened to reveal a dark garage. I was roughly brought out and prodded like an animal towards a narrow corridor. Ten minutes or painful prodding and walking, my eyes fluttered as I entered a brightly lit room. In front of me was another male officer–wasn’t there a single female officer in this island? Before I knew it, he spun me around and raised my bound wrists, pressing my thumb against some soft object. It took me a few seconds to figure out that I was being fingerprinted? The fingerprinting took I don’t know, several painful minutes due to my fetters and muscles being stretch. My arms were finally released but that was not the end of it as my heels were unceremoniously removed and I was pushed against a wall. Wait, it was a wall with some scribblings on it. SNAP! SNAP! They were taking mug shots at me!!! And the didn’t even remove the ball gag!

What happened next was the most humiliating part of my life. They brought me into a side room where two men, this time dressed in plain clothes were waiting. They both had rubber gloves on and I immediately yelped through my gag knowing what this was. But alas, I was help tightly still by one of them while the other, who reeked of a foul breath, intensively rummaged through my hair, removing my hairclips, and scrunngie in the process. Next, he targeted my ears, uncliping my favourite pair of earrings! Despite my mmmmphing and limited struggling, his gloved hands ran all over my face. Momentarily, the red ball was yanked off–thankfully without any of my teeth and I scream the loudest. Before I knew it, his fingers were deep inside my oral cavity, causing me to momentarily gag. I couldn’t scream further as the ball was secured once more between my teeth. Then, an even more humiliating part as both of them drew my dress down to my fettered ankles, exposing my dark blue bra and my black bikini-like panties. “Mmmmmpph!!” I cried.

But it was to no avail as the lead guy unclipped my bra, exposing my 36C boobs. I yelp continuously, but that didn’t stop him from lifting both breasts several times, running his hands around them. Jeez, like there was anything incriminating on my boobs! As he did so I felt a tingling sensation, one I have felt since I kissed my ex-boyfriend. Oh my gosh, I was feeling aroused by his touches! With my armpit grouped, he left my boobs exposed and then yanked down my underwear. I always hated medical check ups but this forced cavity search was no where near anything I experience. I could only continue to yelp as the fingers entered my anus and then vaginal cavity.



They helped or rather roughly dressed me back  in my clothes minus my bra!! Then with the manacles and gag on once more on, I was again dragged to another room with just a wooden desk and chair. I was roughly restrained to the chair, hands still behind my back, rope below and above my bra-less breasts and legs tied to each leg of the chair so much that my crotch was exposed for all to see. Finally they left and a bright light shown down on me. It not only continued to disorientate me but made me perspire even more.

Before I could even think straight, a burly man dressed in a pink short sleeved shirt and and formal trousers entered, along with a shorter guy in dark shirt and jeans. The taller guy rattled off in the local dialect and then I heard the shorter guy translate. The stuff inside the doll were extremely powerful drugs and I was to be jailed for ten years under their laws. “Mmmmpphh!!!” I cried repeatedly through my gag, wanting to defend myself. I’m entitled to rights aren’t I?

The taller flunky left, slamming the door behind him. The shorter one circled me for a while, almost akin to a hawk circling his prey. Finally he reached down and yanked my ball gag out, letting the saliva-coated ball drop down to my deck.

“Thank…you,” I groaned, my throat dried out from the gagging. “Please, let me see someone from my embassy! I did nothing wrong! I know nothing about those drugs!!”

“Silence!” He yelled at me. “Your country has no diplomatic relations here and in fact, you as a student should know both our countries hate each other. Our laws are strict and final. Now, my senior will ensure you go to jail for a long time. I can, however, get you a special pass for a shorter period of say at least two weeks and then you can go home.”

“Two weeks?!! I did nothing wrong!! And I’m treated like some animal! I want to get out of here!”

“The only way out of here is via me girl, or via my boss who will treat you even worse. Now,” he unfolded a document from his pocket and produced a pen. My left hand was uncuffed–how did he know I was left handed–and drew my hand up to the document.

“Sign,” he said.

“I don’t get this; it’s not in English,” I protested.

“You have no choice, lady. Sign Or I’ll leave you to spend your life in our prisons.”


“Ok,” he recuffed me and started to get out. He lifted the gag up and pried open my mouth. “Wait, wait,” I cried, “I’ll do it.”

“Good,” he muttered then with a shaking hand, I scribbled my scrawly signature.

“Wait here,” he said and before I could protest, I was bound and re-gagged. As the guy disappeared I pondered. Could he really give me a lesser sentence? Why was his English so fluent?


It was less than five minutes later that he returned with something in his hand. He came over and I was freed from the restraints to the chair, although my wrists and legs were still shackled and mouth still gagged. I then saw what was in his hand–it was a dark blak skit mask with no holes. “Mmmmpph,” I cried in protest.

“This is necessary during the transportation of all prisoners,” the man/officer/whatever he was said. “Either this, or I leave you with others.” Still with uncertainty, I let him drape the hood over me. “You can still breathe normally,” he said, although I didn’t feel so. Before I knew it, I was led out again, and soon enough into the scorching sunshine. Blindfolded, I could only guess I was in some large car or mini an I was laid, cuffed hands down and surprisingly strapped to the seat. If the ride from the airport to the station was painful, this was ten times, no hundred times worse, especially when the vehicle travelled over potholes.

Finally, after 1 and a half, no 2 hours, the car stopped and I was released from my vertical position. Even from the dark hood, I could guess with certainty that I was in some sort of underground location. Through several flights of stairs, which further strained my ankles, I was guided through several clanging doors before I was stopped. With the sound of a locked keypad, I was brought in to another room and then forced to the ground. Click,click click, my bonds were linked to some rings or chains attached to the wall or ground then my legs bend and parted. “Stay,” was his command but I immediately shifted my legs. “No, open your legs as before and keep them there. There’s video feed in this room; I’ll be watching.” With that I heard him leave and the door lock. What the hell did I get myself into? I sobbed. I was suppose to be on a flight home. Instead, I’m treated like an animal and locked up in some unknown dungeon with some guy I don’t know and him or some others looking at my knickers. I want to go home, please someone let me go home…

The door opened again and I tensed as someone (the man?) approached me. “I’m going to remove your hood and gag, not a word, got it?” It was the same old gun. I heaved a sigh of relief as the hood came off, then the ball gag was unstrapped. Despite the warning, I coughed and saliva ran down my jaw and neck. “Drink,” was his next order, and a straw was passed to my lips. It was a refreshing drink indeed given the heat and all the torture I had gone through. “Ok, enough, I don’t want to fill your bladder,” he said. “Open your mouth,” Noo…I cried silently, but it was still forced open and I tasted another rubbery device, this time a tube. It didn’t take me long to figure out that I was now gagged with a panel gag; yeah I’ve seen them but not wore them before. Ball gags, panel gags, hoods, chains. Where did this small dictatorship get all this from?

Left chained and gagged (not blindfolded but that wasn’t much comfort) and legs open, I was left alone again. The room I was in was bare with nothing but the rings and chains I was attached to in. Where was I going to sleep, or relieve myself? What the hell is this place? Despite the camera–yes there was a camera above in the ceiling–I still shifted around but I was firmly locked to the ground. Damnit, this is really worse than any jail. This is like Guantanamo…

I drifted a bit to sleep–the whole ordeal was really tiring. Once again, the door was unlocked, waking me up. “Toilet time,” he announced, bending down to unlock the chain that locked me to the wall and ground. I in fact felt a bit of urge to, so this was a thankful move. But it also meant that I was to be blindfolded again, this time with a simple dark piece of cloth. The toilet was a simple sit down toilet, and thankfully not a squatting one. He helped me down then re-locked my hands to the front.

“Mmmph,” I groaned through me gag. Couldn’t I relieve myself in private?

“Hurry up, you don’t have all day, no I’m not leaving.” Great, a guy watching me pee. With much difficulty, I lowered my black knickers with my bound hands and relieved myself. It was just as difficult wiping myself. Just as I was pulling them up, he remarked, “This is your only toilet break for now. Better do both; if you dirty the cell, you clean it.”

What?! Well, I didn’t have any filled stomach so I shook my head. “Ok,” once more my wrists were cuffed behind me and with the toilet flushed, I was brought back once more to my cell.


I dozed off again until the cell door clanged open. In his hand was a tray of something mushy. Dinner time? Gosh I was immediately hungry since I was arrested close to lunchtime. But strangely, he placed the tray down and advanced towards me. “Mm? Mmmmpph!” I cried seeing the blindfold in his hands. “Yes, you’re getting blindfolded while you eat, Miss Charlotte Hawkins,” the man said and once again I was blindfolded. With my sense of sight cut off again, my noise picked up rather pungent smells and I easily judged that the dinner, whatever the heck it was, wasn’t going to pleasant. He unbuckled my gag and with the command to open my mouth, I was spoon fed.

“Ha…bleah,” I coughed, spitting out some of the dry, revolting substance.

“Oh please, behave yourself, girlie,” he changed his tone. “You would get even worse food it you were in the real prison.” Wait, how real can a prison get, especially since I’m shackled like this all the time.


“Shut the hell up and take your food. Unless you want to go hungry.” So I endured fifteen minutes of being spoon fed the revolting stuff, sometimes still chocking, causing some of the food to dribble down my chin to my boobs. Finally, it was over and he wiped my face and body clean. “You have five minutes of your mouth free before your gag goes back on, enjoy it.” I did savour those five minutes, before the dreaded gag was placed back on, blindfold off, and I was left alone.

I spent the next few hours thinking again about my predicament. Chained, gagged, bra removed, forcibly strip and cavity search, charged with some unjustifiable crime, and now placed in the hands of a don’t-know-who, and locked in don’t-know-where. Hmmpph, I grunted silently. In any other circumstance, this could be the scene for a RA movie of torture. I always liked such movies, but never expected to experience it in real life….Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I knew this signal–I was getting a stomach ache! I shifted as best as I could but the pain continued to increase. “Mmmmpph, mmmppph,” I cried through the gag and looked directly at the CCTV. Please, get me out to the toilet!!!!

The minutes tickled by, but the door remained shut. Please, please please, respond, I thought silently, and then wailed more though my gag. Please, I don’t want to and poop through my knickers and dirty the floor and then have to clean it and…suddenly the  door clanged open and there he was! “Mmmmph!! Mmmppph!!!” I cried in relief as he advanced towards me. “Shut the hell up,” he whined as he blindfolded me and released me from the chains. Once again without any sight, I was guided out of the cell, my gut now increasing its signal each step of the way. Finally, I was positioned on the shape of the toilet seat. I felt my knickers being yanked down and I didn’t protest. Just as it went down, I couldn’t hold it further and released myself.

“Mmm…” I groaned as the diarrhoea came out. I was still blindfolded and my hands were still locked behind my back. “Mmmmpph?” I queried, wondering if they could be locked in front. “No, girl, you hurry with you smelly poop. I don’t have all evening. It stinks.” Of course it does, I thought, smelling it. Around ten minutes later, I had released everything. “Mmmm…” I grunted as I felt him wipe my anus and front. “Get used to it,” he commented. With my undies up and toilet flushed, I was dragged back again. But instead of having the blindfold removed, he positioned me to lie on the ground and used a new chain to lock me in place. “Mmmpph?” I queried. “Sleep time,” he said. “No, you’re not getting a mattress tonight; You’re on the floor. No, don’t you protest, or I’ll treat you worse like normal prisoners. Now, hold still.” Suddenly I felt a prick on my left arm. “Mmmm..” I cried, what the hell was that? “It will help control your diarrhoea; you’re not allowed out of your cell at night.” But before I could speak back in gag speech, I drifted to sleep.

The next morning…

I was awaken by the opening of the door again. Still blindfolded, I could only mummur a sleepy gag talk as I was released. “Shower time,” was his only comment and I was a bit elated, not having changed or cleaned at all for almost 24 hours. Out of the cell I went and soon enough, my bare feet detected different titles. “I’m going to remove your wrist restraints, don’t you try to do anything silly, got it?” I nodded, thinking what on earth could I do with my feet bound, mouth gagged and eyes blindfolded? Click, click, finally, the tight cuffs came off. And great, he removed my blindfold as well, and yes it was a shower area, with only one stall, no curtains or door. “Ok, Charlotte, strip.”


“You want to shower with your clothes on? Strip!”

Turning red once more, I dropped my dress to the ground and lowered my black knickers but before I could get signal him to remove my leg-irons, he reached and snipped them off. “MMMpph!” I cried.

“You’ll see why later. Now, hands in front,” he re-cuffed then, with a different chain. “Ten minutes. The shower will turn off exactly then.” I stepped into the empty stall and received and immediate burst of cold water, screaming through my gag. “Shower silently!” he cried and with a bit of soap squirted on my cuffed hands, I managed  a bit of showering, even washing my hair. Soon enough the shower water stopped. He pulled me out and dried me thoroughly with a towel. Guided out, I soon found myself near a basin. He ran the water and washed my face for me, although with the gag on, not every part was cleaned. “You’ll get your teeth brushed later,” he commented. I then expected him to let me dress again, but instead, my hands were recuffed behind me to a waist chain, then he held blindfold the up.


“Oh wait,” I heard him mutter, then felt myself guided out. Push down, I felt the feeling of a toilet seat again. “Do you business”. I was then conscious that I was naked, chained and gagged in front of this guy. “Mmmph, camm i hmmm sommm tmmwww,” I asked for some clothing.

“No bloody way. Piss and shit. You won’t get another chance.” Still groaning, I did so, really turning red with this humiliation. Finally I was escorted, still naked, back to my cell. “Stand here, and don’t move,” he ordered. “Mmmpph?” I queried.

“You dumb or what. Don’t move from this spot.” With that, I heard him leave. Oh please, I wailed silently, just do what the heck you want to do to me. Just end this misery…a few minutes later I heard him return and I heaved a short sigh of relief. Once more I was down on the ground, legs bent and pried wide open and he secured my wrists, ankles and even waist to the ground. Finally, He pulled out the gag and let it hang around my neck.

‘ Could you please..”

“I said shut the hell up. Or you won’t get any breakfast.” His English and swearing was too good; did he study in my country? “Open wide,” I tasted a rather salty and gooey substance. At least this was a little more appetising than the dinner the night before. After that came a bit of sweet water–‘tea’ he called it. “Ok, that’s enough. Brushing teeth time.” I expected my hands to be released but no, he instead started brushing my teeth with bland tasting toothpaste, part of which dropped down to my breasts.


With a blindfold still on, he told me to move my jaw around in chewing actions. I did so for a minute or so before he called stop and pried my mouth open. Once more, I was gagged and groaned softly. “Ok, I’m going to release your leg bonds. Don’t you dare try anything stupid.” I nodded, hoping this would mean that I would be clothed. Within seconds, my legs were freed. “Roll slightly over to your left,” he ordered. This wasn’t easy with with my hands locked to the floor but I did so. I then felt a rubbery material being slid up my legs. This can;t be my knickers or any underwear, I thought. What is it? Could it be some kinky stuff?

I then felt him move and then something clad my big 36C boobs. But wait, I felt the clothing being tied to my neck and behind my beck. Damnit, it’s a halter bikini. Finally, he told me he was undoing my my wrists bonds. Finally free of any chains, I was ordered to stand up and with some difficulty, I did so, still unable to see. It was only then he removed the tight blindfold. Looking down, I was clad in one of my black thin string bikinis. Looking at the colour, it definitely matched the panel gag I had.

“Rub your wrists, ankles and arms.” I didn’t move immediately. “Go on, you don’t have this chance for a long while,” he added. I did so but like five minutes later he told me to stop and bend down on the floor. Nooo….I thought as I flet my ankles cuffed once more. “Hands in front,” I heard then thought I was going to be given a more relaxed position. “You’re no long on holiday, Charlie,” he changed his tone, then out of no where, he produced a series of cleaning equipment. “You are to clean this whole area, floor and walls, as far as you can reach and you have two hours starting from now!”


Left alone, I nearly the cleaning equipment and smelt a not-so-sweetly odour. Great, I would be stuck smelling this odour once I’m complete. There was a thin, plastic set of gloves which were snap on so they could fit around my cuffed hands. Soaking the sponge and squeezing it, I began to wipe the floor. It wasn’t a very big sponge and soon enough my muscles began to ache being on all fours the pain was worse around my kneecaps. I stopped around half way but suddenly his voice yelled, “no stopping, move it!” Over the next few hours, I tackled every square inch of the floor and the parts of the wall I could reach until I collapsed on the floor in utter exhaustion.

“Aw poor little girl from the West can’t even endure some some area cleaning,” I heard the captor comment as he re-entered. I was too lethargic too comment and did not resist as he picked me up. It was then I noticed he had brought two chairs inside. I was placed down on one and again gave no resistance as my ankle cuffs were removed and then my ankles cuffed to the sides of the chair. Rope, no, long plastic ties bound my torso to the chair, stretch below my boobs. My two arms were also bound to the sides of the metal chair. Finally, another lot of plastic ties secured my cuffed wrists to some bars at the back of my chair. It was only then he removed my panel gag.


So there I was chained and strapped to a chair with my gag just removed again. “Thank you…ow!” I cried as he pinched my right breast. “Did I tell you you could talk?”

I felt silent then watch him bring out another plate of food. This time the food didn’t smell so bad and neither did it taste that terrible as the previous meals, though it lacked some salt. He even gave me a few sips of water. With a signal to be quiet, I didn’t expect him to reached over and uncuff my handcuffs. Within the minutes, my bonds were free and her even removed the saliva-soaked gag from my neck.

“Stand up,” he ordered.

“Now, stretch your arms and massage your legs again,” he ordered. I did so and was only told stop twenty minutes later. “Turn around, hands behind you.”

Oh shit, chains time again, I thought then felt some different material drawing my wrists together.



“Ow! What are you doing?” I cried as the material–definitely rope–bit into my wrists.

“Shut up, unless you want to to be gagged first,” he growled but I continue to groan as he tightened the bonds. He next pushed my arms together and I felt rope passing below my big boobs. Some time later, an extensive artork of rope was formed all around my breasts. I would later learnt that this had a term: breast bondage. “It’s so tight,” I complained, ignoring his order to stay silent.

“Shut up,” he whined and then ordered me to kneel. Rope was bound around my ankles and then standing up again, my knees. I thought that was all but no, he tied a length around my tummy, just above my bikini bottom. What is… the rope passed between my legs, touching my crotch and my anal region. It was then tightened against the loop around me. What was this? Some kind of G-string?

I then began to feel strange sensations against my vulva, something I have feel since kissing a boy at school. “Hey, did you…mmmmpph!” Something cotton-like was pushed into my mouth and a piece of tape, no three pieces sealed it in. “Have fun with you own undies inside. Told you they would be handy.” With that, he pushed me to the ground, gathered up the remaining items and left me alone.


The Patient

The clinic was new to the town and it was certainly welcomed since the old clinic shut down. The single doctor and nurse were strangers to the town’s population but since it was the only medical facility around, they had to visit it for any illness. It was summer time and the town’s star pupil, Charlotte Seager, started coughing a lot. “You better take leave and visit the clinic,”, her head teacher commented.


“I’m…*coughh*, ah *cough*…fine,” she stammered. Charlotte or Charlie loved school and did want to miss her maths and history lessons.


“You’re certainly not. He’s a day pass, go and if need to, rest at home tomorrow,” the teacher replied. Half-grumbling, half coughing, she packed her bags and exited the school grounds. The sun outside was brightly shining and that was exactly helping the sick 16 year old. Thankfully, Charlie had changed to socks instead of nylon tights. But as she walked to the bus stop, the heat of the day grew and made he cougher even more. The bus ride was no comfort since there was a lack of fans or air-conditioning and it was a rather rickety bus. Finally, after another few more minutes in the heat, she was inside the clinic.


“Do you have an appointment dear?” The bespectacled grey haired nurse behind the counter asked.


“*Cough*…no,” Charlie replied.


“Oh do fill this form up. And there’s a water fountain over there. You look like you’ll need it.” After scribbling her particulars, the teenager thankfully drained three cups of water down, which did sooth her throat. Sitting down, she noticed that there were several patients in front of her. It’s one of those logn waits she thought, and picked up a magazine.


After a few minutes, Charlie felt that her bladder was signalling. “Uhm, nurse, is there a ladies in this building?”


“Outside, turn left but I believe it’s under repair today. Some leaky pipe.”


The signal from her bladder grew so Charlotte exited anyway, and indeed found the door to the unisex loo locked. “Open, damnit!” she cried as her bladder’s pressure grew. Returning to the waiting area, she asked, “Nurse, is there any other toilet here or nearby?”


“No, sorry. I thought you have a sore throat?”


“Yeah,” Charlotte replied hoarsely then coughed. “But I really have to…” She didn’t want to say the word, especially not with the other patients around.


“I’m sorry, I do think Dr. Shaw won’t be much longer. Just sit down.”


Shaking her head Charlotte did and crossed her legs and squeezed her eyes. Damn it, hold bladder hold. But why would she suddenly need to pee? It wasn’t that much longer. After what seemed like eternity, the other patients were cleared and the nurse called her named. Charlotte literally ran into the room to find a rather young doctor.


“Good afternoon, Charlotte?” he read off his folder. “I’m Dr. Charles Shaw. Please take a seat.”


She did so, again crossing her legs tightly with the increasing pressure from her bladder. “Your throat is given you problems I believe,” he continued. “Could you open wide?”


She did so and squeezed her eyes shut as he flashed a light and prodded around. Oh please, please, someone stop this torture! Give me a toilet now!


“Hmmm, that is really a nasty throat. I’ll have to prescribe a heavy dose of anti-bio..” Just as he was talking, Charlotte couldn’t bear it any more and shot up from the chair. “Doctor, I need to….” Suddenly her bladder emptied itself, a larger shot immediately staining her translucent blue knickers and spilling onto the ground.


“OH MY GOSH!” she exclaimed with her hoarse voice. “Oh m..,,” she was lost for words.


Doctor Shaw clam walk over and said, “It’s ok dear, why don’t you head over to the bed over there?” Her face red with embarrassment, Charlotte proceeded to but her bladder gave way again, with another dribble. “What…what’s happening to me?”


“Nurse Jane? Could you close reception and bring the mop?” The Doctor called. Turning to his patient, he asked, “have you had any bladder infections recently?”


“No…I,” she coughed and felt another short drop of urine. This is a nightmare. “I don’t know what’s happening to me?!”


“Well, female bladder problems aren’t uncommon with teenagers,” he commented, and that didn’t ease her worry. Just then the nurse came and saw the mess of the floor. She immediately began to mop but Charlie could only turn redder with embarrassment.


“Doctor, I really…” suddenly she peed again, this time onto the bed. “What’s happening to me?!!! Why….”


“Relax, Charlotte,” Dr. Shaw said, motioning her to roll over and placed a thick towel underneath. “Could you remove your skirt and underwear for me?”


Already bright red, Charlotte did so and instinctively cover her private part. The doctor walked ovr to a cabinet and extracted several items. “I can’t tell exactly what’s happening Charlotte, “ he said, “but I can give you something to stop it temporarily.” A minute later, he was by her side, holding a filled syringe in his arms.


“What…what’s that?”


“It’s an antidiuretic,” he replied, and she racked her brains, remembering reading  the term in one of her advanced biology textbooks. “It will moderate your urine production for a while.” Oh. “Now, Can you place your hands by your side? Won’t hurt.” Contrary to his description, the injection did. Then he used another syringe to extract a sample of her blood.


“Now,” he continued, “that’s temporary and I took your blood for further testing. Meanwhile, I suggest you should be given protection.”


“Protection?” Charlie queried, shifted in the bed.


“Well, the drug will wear off after a few minutes and it is not recommended to give another dose, especially for someone your age. So you need to wear continence underwear to catch further leaking.” It was then she saw what he had extracted out of the cabinet.




“If you want to call it that,” he continued in his calm voice. “Now, could you spread…”


“No, no way I’m going to wear that….” she croaked, starting to move off the bed. “I’m…”


“You certainly won’t be going home with that stained knickers and skirt young lady,” he pointed,


“This is so silly. Let me….”


“I say you have about eight or so minutes before you start wetting again. Now back on the bed.”


Charlotte’s head was spinning and suddenly she felt a bit dizzy. “Back on the bed,” she heard him say again. For some reason, she didn’t want to but somehow she found herself flat again. “Nurse, please hold her still,” he said then she heard a whirling sound.




“I need to shave you,” he said, “if not the urine and briefs will create rash.”


“Noo…” she croaked but the elderly nurse held her down and she felt the metallic blades again her area. After a few minutes, she was released, only to be rolled over to have a mat replace the towel and then something slide underneath. “Ow…Ow…OW!!!” she cried, as she felt a creamy cold substance between her legs.


“It’s to again guard again rash,” the doctor commented, glancing at his watch. “Two minutes.” She then realised what else was against her bum. But with the nurse holding her, adhesive sounds followed and the 16 year old was now taped with an adult nappy around her.


“Oh my…shit!” she felt a growing warmness between her legs and moved up to see pee staining the nappy. “I can’t believe it….”


“I told you the drug was temporary,” he commented, removing his medical gloves and then stowing the rest of the materials back. “You can get dressed now.. Not your underwear of course.”


“But how can…”


“Put your skirt on, Charlotte,” this came from the nurse. She gingerly did so and found it did fit over the thick nappy. “But…I can’t go out like this!”


“You certainly can’t go out with urine flowing down your legs either,” he said, “look, the brief can’t be seen at all.” He was right it couldn’t unless someone stared at it.




“I think we’re done here, Charlotte. Nurse Jane will give you the antibiotics. Since you are a school going child, there’s no need to pay for the pills or the briefs.”




He scribbled something and passed it to her. “Here’s a note which brand of adult briefs or nappies you would want to get. Tena Slip Maxi would be a great choice. They are thin and absorbent. At least buy one packet and come back to me in say about a week’s time. The blood test results should be done by then.” Just as on cue, another burst of urine stained her nappy and she squirmed.


“Wait, do get back on the bed.” She didn’t want to, but eventually gave in and he lifted her skirt. “Hmm, it’s it rather soggy. Nurse, can you get another out? And the cream and wipes.” The tearing sounds of adhesive were heard again and the nappy was yanked away. “Sorry, hospital-grade briefs.” he commented, though she did not get him. The stinging happened again as he wiped her vulva and spread cream on it again. Another nappy was slid underneath and secured in place.


“But…” she said again getting up. “I can’t walk properly.”


“Nonsense, it’s your mind dear,” the nurse replied. “And when you get the Tena Slips, they are thiner.”


“But…what will my family and friends say?”


He scribbled another note. “I don’t think it’s a medical case to excuse you fully from school. But this will excuse you from your Physical Exercise. As I said earlier, it’s not uncommon for teens to be incontinent.”




“We’re closing now. Don’t forget your bag and shoes. And the anitbiotics. Also, buy some wipes and DESTIN cream along with the nappies. If you show the store people the note I gave you, you’ll get it cheaper. See you next week.”


With that, the girl who once wore normal underwear half walked, half waddled out of the new clinic. Once she was gone, he turn to the nurse and gave her a hug. “Thanks mum.” he said. “That was a great move, lacing the water.”


“And that was a great act son,” she replied, kissing him. “She fell for it.”


“Yes. Next week when she returns, she’ll be all ours.”







Comments welcomed. Will probably post a sequel.


“Hi…” Charlotte said, re-entering the clinic again. She was dressed in a sleeveless beige halter top and pleated jeans skirt. “I’m…”

“Charlotte Seager, I remember you from last week,” Nurse Jane smiled.

“Uh, yes nurse,” she replied, recalling the horrible ordeal. “Actually, I feel much better. Why do I have to be here?” The nurse had called her to arrange this appointment.

“It’s all standard for a check up. You can go right in,” the elderly lady said.

“Hello again Charlotte,” the young doctor said. “How are you feeling today?”

“I’m much better thank you,” Charlotte replied, hoping that it will be a short meeting. “The medicine work fine; my cough is gone.”

“Well, I still wish to take a look. Open wide please,” she did so and the doctor examined her throat with a tongue depressor and a flashlight. “Yes, it’s all cleared.”

“Thanks,” the teenager got up and was about to exit when he called, “what about your incontinence?”

“Uh,” she turned bright red as she spun around, “it still happened across the week but it became less and less.”

“Did you use the incontinence briefs?”

“Uh…no I changed to pull ups which was easier.”

“I’ll like to take a look,” Dr. Shaw said, though it came out like an order.

“Doctor, it’s ok…”

“Nevertheless, I still like to check. Come on the the table.” Charlotte protested again but finally gave in. “Remove your skirt and underwear please.” Her face and arms glowing red, Charlotte did so. “Bend your legs…ah that’s good,” he said then started to prod her vulva with his gloved hands.

“Doctor…” she wailed from from her horizontal position. “Is this necessary? I’m fine, I don’t have…bladder…weakness,” she couldn’t bring herself to say the words.

“You may think it’s fine but it usually isn’t. I need to perform a full urethra examination.”

“What?!” She knew what that word. “No, no, this is too far.” The student yanked up her clothes and announced, “I’m done here,” but just as she exited she felt a sting to her neck and was about to drop to the ground.

“Good job mum. Close up; I’ll deal with her,” Charles Shaw remarked. Quickly he dragged the unconscious girl back into his room. Placing the limb girl

Jazz Jennings: I don’t like you

There I said it. No boy would want to screw you.

So you call yourself a teenage “girl”?

Here are the female things you don’t have/can’t do:

You can’t:

1) Have an orgasm/sexual arousal now that you are taking hormonal blockers to negate puberty and play with nature.

2) Menstruate and experience what real biological girls around have to suffer/experience/endure. Oh , you may wear a sanitary pad but for what? Waste of money and you deny a real girl pads she could be using.

3) Play with yourself and have 1). Look down, you don’t like what genitalia (wow you know that word at two years old) you have. So sad. Other girls around you can, even though that may be wrong

You can’t:

1) Have the smell of a real vulva (not vagina, that is the canal unless your two year old self taught you wrongly) and risk having female-related infections. How lucky compared to real girls.

2) Because of 2) above, you can’t have sex, pre-marital sex although that is wrong. So unlucky.



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


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:


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.

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