Something crazy is happening
My facebook group "Friends Who Like Steel Restraints" got 850 new members in one day.
Now we already have almost 16,000 members!

Some think I’m a “pampered princess,” it’s no secret that my female guard has told me so many times.
I don't think there's a prince who can save me ... I don't dream about it. It would only bring difficulties.
I am relatively happy with my life like this.

Basically, it would be fun if I could do something on my own, with my own hands.
When I was a child I was good to do with my hands, I was even considered by some to "technically skilled". Now those skills are gone but I’m still good at imagining things   

Normally in the meeting room I am attached to my chair, in front of the table.
I can read magazines, watch TV or listen to music. I find that room a very relaxing place. I could say it's a small vacation when I'm there, even though it's basically the next room
Sometimes I can eat there while cleaning.

There are also my cages in the room but they don’t bother me, they are usually only used in special situations and the moment of cleaning is not like that.

Recently, I have slept "normally" in my bed, the cage under the bed has not been used.
At night I have a laced hood that is open at the bottom of my face meaning my mouth is free. Gag has not been used for a long time.
This is because if I became ill with COVID-19, I could have difficulty breathing at night which could be dangerous (I consider the illness to be very unlikely).
The hood is tight and keeps me in complete darkness, that’s a good thing because inside the cell there are lights always on. The hood calms me down and I sleep well.

The Corset / braces ensemble has been under construction. Its alterations were a big job, the locations of the rails and joints were changed so that everything works even while sitting.
"Normally" such a device is used more for standing and sitting is short-lived. Now it is the opposite.
Originally, the idea is that a paralyzed person can stand so that his or her blood circulation and organs function as normal.
In my case, the situation is different. Movement is severely restricted but is not intended to cause pain.
I don't know ... maybe the device can be used for long periods of time. It’s an interesting and real challenge. I am openly interested.

My daily work has changed a bit.
There is not much image processing now but I have "expanded" my field of work.
I archive the material, send it to subscribers. I also have a few web pages that I maintain.
The work is still interesting and it fills my day... but not so much so I can't write long answers to your questions

I think it’s great that you have understood a lot about my life and thoughts. It warms my mind. I don’t have to explain to you why my life is this.

Here, vaccinations for my age group are almost possible. Progress has been made here in strict order of age.
I don’t know how it will be handled for me, I don’t know how it will be done in practice.
I will then be told when it is time and it will happen.
It is perhaps another indication of my stress-free life here. I don’t have to worry about the practicalities of a normal life.

Of course, it can also be called institutionalization.

Ma'am

I usually have an "Orgasm Session" once a month.
Its standard time has always been at the turn of the month on the weekend. Now it’s been in the middle of the month for some reason, I don’t know why.
An O-session can last a few hours or a few days (the whole weekend) I can’t know that in advance.
The session can start so that I am “warmed up” first, e.g., some strict changes to my restraints the day before, etc.

Sessions are strongly associated with bondage, with some degree of pain and humiliation at times. It is long lasting. It is usually accompanied by many long-lasting forced orgasms.
Action is different every time and I can’t know in advance what will happen.
The session can be so tough that it takes me two weeks to recover after that. During that time, I don’t even want to think about sex.

So the happens progress in cycles ... After a tough session, I spend time recovering and then start waiting for a new session. I'm used to that rhythm.

I might try to touch myself (masturbation) but it would be hard to implement because my clothes and restraints prevent it.
Basically, it’s not forbidden to me but it’s not worth it. I need a lot more than my own fingers.

The use of the Chastity Belt is special. When I wear a belt I am more aroused because it keeps me aware of my desire all the time. Its discomfort is also reminiscent of itself all the time.
I find it very difficult to concentrate on the normal daily rhythm when I have a CB.

Because I need to be able to “normally” sit here and work daily so the belt is not normally used.

It would be a different matter if I were just a permanent sex object. But I am not.
I am much more.

Ma'Am

I basically have 3 cells.
A day cell where I work and spend the day. Night time cell where I sleep and dress etc as well as a toilett / shower.
All of these are inside a large isolated room which can also be thought of as a kind of cell.

For me, there is no separate discipline cell.
On the contrary, here is a large pleasant room where I can enjoy and even experience great moments sometimes. It has a visitors room which is completely different from my normal day facilities.

There is no actual prison uniform like an orange jumpsuit or anything like that. There is only one prisoner here and everyone knows who it is about us without the orange overalls.

I have a certain kind of "dress code" in use every day. It tells me my position here and reminds me of it every moment.

I also understand the purpose of prison clothes mentally but fortunately for me I can wear different clothes and thus feel even a little feminine.

I'm happy about it.

Last edited by Miisa Karlsson (2021-05-28 12:39:35)

After a difficult weekend, I can tell that I have been vaccinated today. I don’t seem to have any problems with the vaccine (at least not yet) so all is well.
At the end of the summer I will get another vaccine. Hopefully the pandemic has already been tamed around the world by then!

The rest of the part

The night was hellish. I felt like I wasn’t sleeping at all even though I sure was always asleep at times, for short and longer moments.
Everything around me felt tight and inflexible.
I knew it was pointless for me to fight but my nervous system and muscles didn’t believe it.
I got some kind of cramps, I felt a tremor in my body as the nervous system tried to fight it.
Also, I was on my back now. It was a weird posture for me because normally I sleep on my stomach, hands behind my back.
Normally I am able to move during the night, limited but still enough so that my body can relax.

Breathing was easier when lI ying down, I did not really even notice the corset now. Sitting in the corset is familiar with all the time, perhaps because of that I then instinctively tried to move. Now I just focused on resting without moving.
My hips hurt. The posture was perhaps medically correct but because it was forced completely straight and stiff it caused pain. I would have liked to move ... 1 cm would be awesome!
Since the legs were also stiffened I felt them all the time, I would have liked to turn the legs so that the toes were outwards, now they were firmly forward.

My arms were fine. The shoulders gave a little pain but very little.
The fingers were in fists inside tight mittens, I was able to live with that thing.
I was glad I didn’t have a headrest. I had my normal steel collar, it allowed me to move my head and it felt awesome!
The neoprene outfit was actually comfortable, not too hot.

I had no knowledge of the passage of time. Maybe I was lying there for an hour or for the whole night, I could not know.
At some point I heard when the cell doors opened and someone came in to the cell.
I was very happy about it, I thought I would get free now. I tried to say something but I immediately felt the latex glove on my lips. It was a sign that I had to not speak.
I felt how the glove touched my cheek and then went away. I felt my crotch zipper open and my catheter inspected. Then the zipper was closed again.
Then I heard how the cell doors opened and closed. I was alone again, nothing had changed.

Again, I was alone in the complete darkness caused by hood.
However, I now had a better mind. I felt taken care of, nothing bad could happen to me.
At some point, because I am me .. I thought of it all in a sexual sense.
This all excited me in some strange way. Somehow all the frustration and pain turned the other way. It made me wait for a new day.

Finally the morning came. I don't know the time but again I heard when people came in the cell.
I was lifted out of bed and moved to a wheelchair to sit. Now I just felt the plug in my butt. It had to be pretty big.
The plug also caused me that I couldn’t feel if I had a need for a toilet but I have a clear rhythm, I normally defecate two or three times a week and now it wasn’t that day, so no worries.
I still had my hood on.
I was fastened to the chair with straps and given a "breakfast", fruit soup and water.
After that I was pushed into the toilet and my teeth were washed, it was nice to freshen my mouth, it felt good.

We moved to the guest room. I still had a hood but I know the places here very accurately, I knew where I was.
"Good morning prisoner" I heard the committee member's voice "How has your night gone?"
"Sir, good morning" I replied "The night was not nice but I survived it. However, I would like to get back to normal already."
"Not yet," the man laughed. "We have plans for you. But after this day, you'll get back to normal ... if all goes well."

"We're eating breakfast now," the man continued, "You can wait in the corner for that time and enjoy Sunday morning."
I felt when the wheelchair was moved, maybe I was actually moved to a corner.
"Open your mouth," the guard said.
I did so and felt like a gag was put in my mouth. It was a kind of penisgag that went deep into my mouth and otherwise was like a ball gag.
It was surprising and caused at first a gag reaction but eventually I got used to it even though it was very unpleasant.
The gag strap was fastened tightly behind my head.
In addition, I still felt an extra mask that came over my lower face and chin. My head and face were now completely covered.
The mask had some kind of holes in my nostrils. The material was latex or thin rubber. It was tightened tightly around my face. It pressed the gag deeper into my mouth.
All of that was very uncomfortable, the holes in the mask were so small that it forced me to focus on breathing.
My steel collar was removed and I again got a tight neck support that locked my head motionless.
Finally I got the headphones on my ears, they were big and tight, they effectively covered the area of my ears through the hood.
I heard some calm classical music, nothing else.

The situation was very strange!
I sat in a wheelchair, I didn’t know  if I'm facing the wall or am I so that they can watch me all the time.

My mouth was full of saliva, I tried to swallow it but it was impossible, a tight latex mask caused the saliva to drain from somewhere down. I felt it very humiliating.
Sometimes I had strong gag reactions that increased the amount of saliva. It was very uncomfortable, especially when I couldn’t move at all.
It was completely sadistic for someone to watch that!
It seemed to me that I need to concentrate on perfectly that I even stay alive!
Time seemed to stand still. I tried to focus and outline time ... how long does a classical music performance take? How many performances have gone? ... no matter what the time is now, I can't influence anything!
Suddenly I felt something in my crotch, some sort of vibrator vibrating on top of my beoprene suit, it was pressed tightly against me.
It did not feel good, it caused utter panic. I was choking on my own saliva, I felt how much saliva was already in my nasal passages, it was impossible for me to breathe!
A complete feeling of helplessness overwhelmed me. I couldn't do anything, I didn't even breathe!
I feel like I lost consciousness, however, I vaguely felt that my mask and gag were removed. I was able to breathe again even though I didn’t immediately realize it.
"Breathe!" the man said and slapped me on the cheek.
I went back to life, it was hard. i felt really miserable.
"Open your mouth!" he ordered. I didn't want to do that. I didn't want the same thing again!
He squeezed my nostrils and forced my mouth open. Quickly I had a gag in my mouth again. It was another gag, a smaller normal ballgag that also had holes.

I am weird.
Surprisingly, I found once again that I wanted this, I wanted to feel extreme experiences with sexual arousal.
I was still very excited.
It was a very arousing addition that I couldn’t see anything, everything happened in complete darkness.
As if my body and environment were not under my or my control, of course it was also true. It was very exciting.
The same Vibrator was attached between my legs. The space was cramped, it was somehow fastened between the braces and it weighed on me all the time, it rubbed me evenly gently, not violently.
Despite all the restrictions, I had to feel good and calm.
I was amused when I tried to think about what I look like now.
A statue sitting in a wheelchair. leather hood, stiffened neck and body. a gray hoodie that is definitely wet with saliva. black neoprene suit and braces. black boots that look weird with braces. I may not have looked fashionable topmodel now.

The vibrator felt tenderly and basically pleasant but the catheter tube was not a good thing in this case. It caused an uncomfortable feeling.
Maybe they weren't thinking about it ... men, they can't know everything.

"Do you want water" the man asked and I nodded.
He took my gag off and gently gave water. it flowed from my mouth but it didn’t matter.
"Sir, the vibrator feels uncomfortable," I said.
"Ohhh" the man laughed "just that?"
"Can I get the catheter out?" I asked
"Sure" the man thought for a moment "It's better to take off when you're lying down, so you have to wait."
However, he took the vibrator off but put the ballgag back.
The music was put back on and so I just just sat and waited again.

It felt strange to sit in it, I couldn’t realize what was going on around me. I didn’t even know if I was in the room alone, or how many people are inside.
I tried to meditate myself outside my body so that I would be a guest in the room.
I know the location of the furniture, I knew where I am now, in the corner. I tried to imagine that where people are, what they do.
There is at least one Committee member in the room, maybe two. Maybe they sit on the couch and drink coffee ... they always drink coffee.
I’m sure there’s a security guard in the room as well, he might be sitting next to a table, or standing near a door.
It was a fun thought game and feels very real. Maybe I have meditation skills!

Suddenly the music stopped, the headphones were taken off.
I was pushed into cell space again, my night time cell.
I was lifted out of the wheelchair and moved to bed. I felt how the rail and joints between the corset and the braces took off. The braces interlock was also removed.
It was an awesome feeling of freedom! I was now able to rotate my legs.
Basically, now in bed I got more movement for my legs but I lost my head movement because of the headrest.

My knee locks were released and my knees bent slightly, my legs spread.
I felt the crotch zipper open.
"OK, this can pinch a little," the man said and took the catheter hose out.
It pinched more than a little, the urine opening was perhaps a little irritated by the use of the vibrator.

I felt when my legs were somehow attached to the bed frame.
My knees were still hooked and my crotch "open".
A latex glove rubbed my vagina, fingers went inside me and brought moisture out.
"Oh my, prisoner," the man said with a laugh, "You never disappoint expectations, you are really wet right now!
I felt when some kind of dildo went inside my vagina. Now I really felt like plug my butt!
In this position, the dildo rubbed thin partition wall between the rectum and the vagina.
It felt unusually good. Plug also forced the dildo to rise upward when entering.
I was already close to orgasm at that moment.
The dildo moved calmly back and forth, the feeling it caused was added up and down.
It was annoying that I couldn’t move, so I could have increased the enjoyment.
The gag in my mouth caused saliva to enter my mouth. Since it was impossible for me to move my head I had to "cough" to spit out the gag through the holes. I couldn’t see anything but I can imagine how awful it looked!

My first orgasm came easily. It felt weird because the body couldn’t participate in it in any way. Only my vagina was "free".
Then it all ended.
"We're taking a short break now," the man said, "Don't go anywhere."
Everyone left the cell.
I was feeling very empty, I was abandoned. An orgasm was still felt in my body. I wonder how the statue can tremble?
After a while, they came back.
"Ok, prisoner ... Round 2!"
I was treated with a dildo and a vibrator, it was warming up and I was excited again.
The man then pushed two (or three) fingers inside me. he looked inside for a suitable spot and began to stimulate me with short back and forth movements. It quickly led to another orgasm but he didn’t stop, he continued across borders, I would have liked him to stop but he continued ... and continued.
Eventually came a massive explosion “I felt the liquid squirting out of my inside, I got an explosive orgasm over and over again!
I felt like all the metal around me was exploding open and I was flying away!

Then it was all over.
I felt like someone was cleaning me and my bed.
My legs were moved back to the locked position, the corset and braces were joined together.

The ballgag was taken away and I was given water.
Heavy, warm blankets were put on me. I wasn’t cold but they felt good, like a tight, warm hug.

"Sir, could I already get rid of this corset ensemble?" I asked.
"Not yet, we said this will last for the weekend," the man replied, "In the evening you get in the shower and return to your normal day rhythm."
"This was an experiment that might continue next weekend. Now you have to rest," the man said.
"and the prisoner ..." the man continued "I have to say that you are doing a good job, we are very happy with you!"

Those words warmed me even more than the blankets that were on me.

I was left in the dark waiting for the evening and returning to normal.