Yesterday I got a surprise which was an exception to the normal routine.
Because it was a midsummer festive weekend and very beautiful weather my daily outdoor activities were now different.
At the same time my upcoming birthday was celebrated
It was a great surprise and an exception to my normal day. I am grateful for that.

I was already guessing something different at the point when I didn’t get the mittens in my hands before going out.
Restraints of course were according to the rules but now normal handcuffs were replaced with individual cuffs that were chained to my waist chain to my sides.
The chains were also nice long. It was something different than normal handcuffs or even rigid handcuffs.
Before going out, in cell, I also got normal handcuffs that locked my hand in front. At that point I was amazed at the purpose of double handcuffs but I said nothing. I also had my legcuffs and a connecting chain between the hobblechain and the waist. normal chains.
Finally, leatherstrap was tied between my elbows, it held my hands and arms tightly to my body.
A transport stick was attached to my collar neck and I was slowly taken to the outdoor area.
The transport stick has not been used for a long time, it is easier for the guard to just grab me by the arm and guide me.
When we were outside, I immediately noticed that there was a table set on the lawn. There was room for three people at the table. The table and chairs were under a light tent canopy.
I saw that it was like a summer party table and I became very happy!
I was placed on a sturdy chair very close to the table, the lower chains as well as the waist chain were attached to the chair, then the strap between the elbows was removed. Also, transport stick was taken off my neck.
I sat alone and enjoyed the warm weather and light winds. It was a great day!
I still had double handcuffs but it didn’t bother me. I knew that short cuffs would be removed when it was time to eat.

After a short wait, Ilona and another member of the Committee arrived.
They sat on the other side of the table, opposite me.
Ilona wore a lovely summer dress and a wide hat that protected her from the sun. Her wide, tight belt was the same color as her hat.
The man wore plain shorts and a shirt. They were like a normal couple on a summer vacation.
From that, I knew this is not the time for my Orgasm session. I had thought about it for a while but this was something else.

"Hello Miisa" Ilona smiled "We came to celebrate summer with you because it's Midsummer now. At the same time, we can celebrate your upcoming birthday!"
“This is not an formal occasion so the discussion can be completely free,” she added.
We first discussed general issues, the weather, the virus, world events like the Black Live Matters tragedy.
At the same time, the guards carried food, drink, and necessary equipment to the table. There were even fresh flowers on the table!
It all took time and I started to worry that my hour of outdoor time would end and I would be moved in.
Ilona reassured me and said that there is no time limit today.
It felt really wonderful!
At the same time, it felt weird and again a good example of how institutionalized I am, I thought. Maybe my brain can’t adapt to sudden routine changes anymore.
I shared my thoughts and we thought about it together.
"This is one thing you might also need to tell Nina, a psychology student. She may be very interested in it." Ilona thought.
It also interested me because I'm too self-interested in everything related to the development of my captivity, mentally and physically.
We also discussed the topic, it didn’t come as a surprise to them.

The guard served me food, she placed potatoes, vegetables, grilled chicken on a plate, etc. It was the perfect summer meal.
And besides, it was a genuine, real plate! No plastic or cardboard as normal. Also the glass to which she added water was genuine glass.
I waited patiently and finally the guard opened my short handcuffs. Now I had only sidecuffs and long chains allow me to move the hands so that I could eat without difficulty.
I noticed that the cutlery was also normal, steel, not like usual plastic.
It was of great importance to me. I felt important and respected.

"Because it's the holiday season, it might affect your life, too," Ilona said seriously. "We, the members of the Committee, have our own holidays, but the guards also have the right to vacation".
"It means that it also affects your normal life," Ilona explained accurately. "We've arranged for your routine to be disrupted as little as possible, but we can't stop some brief changes from happening."
"What does that mean in practice?" I asked. I had known in advance that this was going to happen.
“You will not have new guards for the duration of their holiday. We, the members of the Committee, will replace them each in turn" Ilona explained.
"... and since we're not experts, it can mean changes in the rhythm of the day, it can even mean isolation," Ilona explained seriously, "but it's temporary. You have to understand and be cooperative all the time."
"Can you tell me more about the future so I can prepare mentally?" I asked.
"Unfortunately we didn't," the man said sternly, "We've noticed an increase in your online activity so we can't tell you more about this in advance."
We discussed more about my forum and diary. They said they are actively reading it and are even surprised by something that came up. But they had nothing negative to say.
They also encouraged me to write more about my LifeStory.

Ilona asked if I needed any new purchases. I had received new summer clothes three weeks ago so I couldn’t say anything new now, I was happy with this situation.

at the end of the day we enjoyed the cake and coffee / tea.

Eventually we said goodbye and they left farther to the side.
They watched as the guards performed the routines and escorted me back to the house and my cell. My day went on normally.

Those happens were a great surprise for me and I am very grateful for that.
For me, it was an indication of how the Committee takes care of me. I thought it was great that they were informing me of the upcoming arrangements even though it already made me a little nervous.

you are used to having a beautiful garden and even a boat to ride on the waters. It’s your world and you’re used to it, you’ve earned it. You are used to living freely and it will give you happiness. I am happy for you.

People enjoy different things. You listed yours and I respect them.

My small and limited world is very different.
Therefore, the fact that I get attention, normal attention is a big deal for me.
It can be a small thing like real cutlery or a plate ... or fresh flowers on the table. Happiness comes from small things.
Small things are big in a small world. I am glad that I can rejoice in them. I know there are people in the world who don’t  have even that joy.
There are people outside who don’t know where they’re sleeping next night, or what and when they’ll eat next.
I don’t have to be afraid or worry. I do not like that stress, I am very happy. I know my coming nights and days are safe and secure.

Good night 

It is clear that I live in submission.
I have accepted the limits and constraints on my life and follow them. I've adjusted my life to them.
There are sexual issues and orgasm in my life too. My daily life also gives me also sexual pleasure but my orgasms are precisely prescribed and under the will of others.
My orgasms (O-day sessions) are the ultimate prize which I receive after a certain time.
Safety and security is a big part of my life, even sexually.

Summer’s first isolation period is over.

I have a little confused feelings about it. I am very used to it that I communicate with the web.
This weekend was a good reminder of how important it is.
I couldn’t watch the news from the outside world, I couldn’t watch or listen to the entertainment and most sadly ... I couldn’t chat with anyone.

I had a book and some magazines, according to the rules inside the cell can be one book or two magazines at a time.
I did not have a clock (I see the clock is normally the computer screen), so the sense of time was difficult.

This isolation was a surprise to me, I knew these would come but I didn’t expect it now. In fact, I thought it would be time for my orgasm session.
I was also annoyed that I didn’t have outdoor activities over the weekend. I could only see the blue and beautiful sky from my window.

Now again, everything is normal but I feel irritated. I'm sorry, it's not your fault.
... life goes on...

I can tell you about my day and what happens during normal time but I can’t tell you about the summer time arrangement (guards holiday).
The work of the guards is now done by the members of the Committee in turn and there are big variations because they have a different daily rhythm and also other things to take care of.
The committee has asked that I do not write about the happens of this time, it is possible maybe after the summer but not now.

Like Greyhound (Rachel)?
I like shaved heads, especially women. That wouldn’t be a terrible idea to me.
As Greyhound  http://bondagelife.com , she is beautiful without hair, of course, also other ways.
I appreciate what she does anyway. She does a good job with her web site. I will follow it closely and I encourage her.

She does web activities because she gets income, of course she also definitely loves what she does.
When we compare our lives and activities, the difference is that I live my life but I don’t make money from it.

I am now trying to tell you what happens on my normal day.
Surprisingly, there also seems to be a lot of text coming in so I put it here in several parts.

A normal day

7:30 - 8:00 AM wake-up.
I'm normally awake before then, I will hear when the doors opened my department, and I will hear how the  guards to open the door of my cell.
I can’t see it because I have my night time hood on my head.

I sleep on my stomach, hands cuffed behind my back. I usually also have leather mittens, they are really comfortable when you think that their strong wrist parts also protect my wrists so my hands can rest against the cuffs. The alternative would be that there would be no mittens, so metallic cuffs would easily hurt my wrists.
My bed has a heavy iron bed that is bolted to a cell wall.
I also have a chain between my collar and the bed frame. Likewise, the chain between my legcuffs hobble and bed frame. Thus, I can not get up from the bed but I can change position slightly.

There have been times when I've been locked into bed much more tightly. My ankles have been in a rack that has not allowed me to move. Also, my waist has been tightly locked to the bed.
It’s oversized in my opinion but I understand the principle. When I experienced it, I know that things can be much worse the present moment.

Like I said, I have a hood at night. It is a tight laced leather hood with holes for breathing at the nose. It needs to be tight to make sure the breathing holes are in place at all times. It's for safety's sake.
At night I have a gag in my mouth. Now it’s made for me with a “mouth guard” that comes completely inside the mouth, it stays firmly in place thanks to the tight Hood, so I can’t open my mouth. The new gag is much more pleasant than the ballgag I used before.
I do not fully know why I have to be a gag ... I'm alone inside the cell, behind the many locked doors. No one could hear me even if I shouted all night.
But I also understand the educational principle in this matter.
The hood is made of black leather, I can't see through it. That’s a good thing because my cells are always lit, 24/7. It’s also a security thing, surveillance cameras can see me all the time clearly.

I also have a different kind of hood, It’s thicker, and padded on the inside. It is tightened with cords but in addition it is tightened with leather straps around the head. It has a small hole at the mouth where I can breathe and give liquid nutrition. It also prevents hearing. It’s designed for long-term use but I have little experience with it ... Luckily because I’m not a big fan of it.

There are also other hoods for other uses here, e.g. for transportation, training, punishing, etc. They are made of many materials, leather, fabric, plastic..even rubber. But they are not related to this now.

So ... the guard will come in the cell. They make sure that I'm awake, they touch  me and I reacted to it. They are not meant to scare me if I sleep for some reason. Normally it works so that when they lift the blanket off of me, I move so that they see me awake.
They detach the chains that lock me in bed. According to regulations, I'm still without moving in bed.
If I move, it can be interpreted as an attempt to attack a guard. Then they have the right to use force and even sit on me. It leads to inconvenience, which is why I obey.
When I'm released from the bed, the guards will help me to sit on the edge of the bed, feet on the floor. I still have legcuffs, a chain hanging from my collar. The hands are still behind his back.
At this point my hood can be taken off or not, practice varies.
It doesn’t matter much because my cells are very familiar to me. I can navigated my eyes closed ... or from the hood. Nothing has changed inside the cells, and since there can be nothing extra (fire and other safety) everything is always the same. And I am firmly escorted at all times.
Usually a guard guides me on a collar chain, another guard holds my arm. It may also be that I have another collar to which I can attach a rigid rod that can control me.
In the toilett my collarchain is attached to the wall and my handcuffs and mittens are taken away.
After that, I can sit on the toilet seat and do my thing. After that there is a wash under the shower. I wash my hair every other day. Otherwise, I will not water them.
After the shower I get a towel and I dry myself. Then I give the towel away. I turn my face towards the wall and put my hands behind my back, The guard locks the handcuffs.
Next, we move back to the night time cell.

Additional idea ...
One idea of my bed is also that it would be like a flat cage.
It would have bar walls at the sides and ends and doors that open upwards.
Once the prisoner is chained / locked in. The doors are closed and locked.
The cage would be so low that there could not be move much even without the chains.
It is also planned that there could be fixed stocks on the ankles and wrists, perhaps also on the neck and waist.
When you think that such a cage bed is bolted inside a cell which is also inside another cell and in addition behind many heavily locked doors ...
it could be called security!

Last edited by Miisa Karlsson (2020-07-15 11:43:42)

In practice, it doesn't matter to me. I am already very certain secured and safe.

To some extent, the idea fascinates me. I am perhaps even perverse in the sense that it flatters me that people do things for me and for my sake.

Basically, I would be willing to try it, there would be nothing new to normal other than having a cramped cage around me.
I don’t move much at night anyway and I can’t get up because of the chains.
I wouldn’t even see a cage through the hood but of course the awareness of being in a cage would be interesting.
....I do not know.

I get excited about weird things
It might tell you about the boredom of my life. When a new thought or idea comes up, my mind gets excited easily.
At some level, I like the fact that I am the "ultra-secured". Thus, such a cage is also an idea that fascinates me.
My current practices have evolved according to what is easy and practical for security guards. I understand that too.
It may be dangerous to say but I want variation in my life and routines.

It's funny that you mention the Pichard cage.
I was (still am) proud of the fact that it is made for me, even if its use is not nice (long-term).
During my re-training in the spring, cages were also used for outdoor activities but not today.
It is a very special experience, even sexually, to be locked in a cramped cage that is inside just a slightly bigger cage. In addition, the cages are bolted to the wall so that it is very secure and slow to open.
It is a good start to an Orgasm session but can also be used routinely.

It’s been a few months since the last time and it wasn’t related to the Orgasm session, before that it was regular, almost daily but only usually for an hour.

I sleep well and for a long time. I will be locked in bed around 10:00 PM, no later than 11:00 PM. Thus, I'm in bed for about 10 hours each night.
Of course, I don’t sleep right away but I think about the events of the day and slide from it to sleep. My  stress disappears quickly when I'm locked up in bed and alone.

I found a few pictures on my old disk drive.
They are have drawings of my current prison.
Unfortunately, I don’t remember who made them, he drew them according to my description.
I don’t remember ever publishing them.
The pictures don’t quite correspond to reality but they give a good picture of how I live.