Miisa Karlsson wrote:Eventually, after a long wait, they opened the chains from the table.
They lifted me up, I sat on the table with my legs folded, like a frog.
They opened my waist chain and handcuffs.
"Lift your hands behind the neck and keep them there". I find it difficult to lift my hands up because the corset's shoulder straps limit my movement. But I did it.
My shirt was unable to take off because I had mittens on my hands.
They cut the shirt off. It annoyed me. I do not have many shirts and now this is ruined. I knew it was not a problem but still it annoyed me.
They opened my corset and took it off, they cut off the tube under the corset.
Now I had only mittens in my hands, collar and legs tied to the frog position. gag in my mouth. Mittens were still behind the neck. I feel cold and miserable.
They adored my tan strips that were still visible in my skin. "Natural prisoner stripes", they said and laughed.
They used more rubber straps and tied my hands folded, my mittens were against my shoulders now.
They knew I had been pissed last time in the morning, many hours ago.
According to the daily routine, I have a toilet time after the outdoor exercise and now it is a long time.
"Walking Time," they said and brought me to the ground, to the grass.
I sat in the grass and the man would lock the chain into my collar.
"Let's walk," he said, pulling the chain so that I had to be on the elbows and knees.
I was happy that we were in the grass, hard ground, concrete or floor would have hurt more.
It was not that nice anyway.
We "walked" slowly to the other end of the area.
It was very troublesome because my hands were so short now, as the amputated limb stubs... legs also.
When we were in the area next to the fence, there was a small pit.
"Welcome to your outdoor toilet," he said, "You can use it quite freely," He locks the chain attached to the fence.
He walked back to the table and sat on the chair with a friend. They looked at me. The distance was maybe 4 meters but I felt it was very embarrassing and humiliating.
In principle, the situation is not anything special. I will never go to the toilet or shower alone, I always have someone to monitor me.
It's normal for me, this is not.
They showed me something, it was a butt plug which was attached to a long tail. It was not a small plug.
"If you feel that you have to do shit too so do not be shy, it is good to empty the rectum before the plug."
okay ... this is very humiliating, I thought. We have moved to a new level.
I decided to rebel, I just decided to sit and wait.
They sat at the table, drank coffee and played the card!
They had no hurry to anything!
I do not know how long I sat on the ground but eventually the post became difficult, I decided to settle down to the ground. I let myself fall to my side.
It was a big mistake! The chain was attached to the high wall of the fence and it was so short that it was not enough for the ground.
Everything was fine when I sat but when I fell, the collar was left out of the ground.
The collar weighted my neck and felt like I was choking.
Because my hands and feet were tied I was very difficult to get up.
I fought and struggled, I tried to scream for help but gag dampened it ... or they did not care.
When I finally got up and rested I saw how they continued to play the card.
"Take your time", we can wait, "they said, calmly.
to be continued...
Last edited by Miisa Karlsson (2018-07-24 16:55:47)
In the end, I gave up, I move over the pit and got to my knees, sitting position.
"Put the elbows on the ground" they ordered.
It was stupid, urination would be much wiser to do in a sitting position.
They wanted to humiliate me more.
"lift your feet when you do it!" It was stupid. Everyone knows that female animals do not lift their feet, only males. But that was not the point in this.
I would not have wanted to do it but I needed to urinate.
I lifted my leg and eventually the urine began to slowly come out. It was flowing through my thigh, I felt its warm, it even went to my stomach, the position was so.
I was trying to pin it out to get out of pressure, it would not be so uncomfortable.
I succeeded in it, I felt and heard when the urine came out fast.
My "audience" gave me applause. In some ways I was proud of myself. I even almost laughed. It made it easier.
The last drops were running again to thigh. I felt dirty.
The men came closer to me.
"No poo?" They asked. "We think you should do it, We can help you."
The man went into the house and came back with supplies, water bag and a rubber hose ... enema supplies.
This would have been faster if you had done it yourself, but on the other hand, this is how it should be done properly, this is your best.
They put latex gloves in the hands.
Then they greased the head of the hose, the one who goes in.
"We want you to cooperate, you have to keep the hose inside you as long as we say. It is not have pumped ball, so all you have to catch your willpower. "
"We planned to use 750 ml of fluid for you but because your urine bladder is empty now, maybe a full liter is a good dose."
In my opinion, the liter was just too much, 250 ml to max 500 ml would be fit in my opinion!
They attached the liquid bag to the fence, high.
"moving back to the fence," I did so. They tied my ankles to my fence. I could not move, I was forced on my knees and elbows on the ground.
The collar chain was still locked in the fence, I could not lower my head down.
I felt how they greased my butt hole. Fingers teased me, at the same time, they "lost" down and rubbed my pussy. In some ways it was a excitatory.
Then I feel how the hose went in. Pretty deep inside.
They opened the hose to the valve and the liquid began to flow quietly in my inside me.
They controlled the valve. "We will not upset you and your body. That takes time, you know it.
An hour away the bag is empty ".
"We leave you to enjoy this time, we will come back when it is time."
They brought the blanket and put it carefully on me, It went up to the ground and really warmed me. I was grateful.
The position was painful, and it became worse all the time. I would have liked to fall head down, perhaps to put the forehead on the grass. The chain was too short for it.
I was firmly attached to my fence. The lower body could not move, the position of the hands I could change, but only very little. My back was sore.
I feel how the fluid inside my stomach went, that there were weird sounds like an old house pipeline. Sometimes I feel also small cramps.
I was thirsty. I was not hungry because I felt how my stomach was full.
Gag in my mouth irritated me.
I imagined what it would be like to have a cow. Milking cow. The idea amused me.
... I have so poor tits and they do not get a milking machine. its good, I think.
Eventually, they came back.
The man was dressed in a rubber protective suit, rubber boots and long gloves, even goggles. He looked like a veterinarian who examines the cows through the ass.
It was a startling sight, and frightening. What did they suppose to happen? will I explode?
They had a lot of fun, maybe this was their inner joke.
She came next to me, he dealt with my soles. I felt something stabbing.
He also rubbed them.
"I just check that everything is fine, that the feet are not numb."
He removed the collar chain from the fence and I could lower my head. It felt great!
The other man held a collar chain in his hand and another loosened my leg straps from the fence.
While I was still tied up, he held tightly onto my chain.
Where and how could I have tried something? ... but the rules are rules.
"Now you're free to move forward, move so much that the rubber hose slips out of you."
"tense your butt hole, I do not want a mess."
I started to move my "stubs", motion brought sound to my intestines, I moved just under a meter and the hose slipped out. I pinched and tried to keep the anus tight.
"Good girl!" he said. "I'll put you a temporary plug now.
Then you move a little so the fluid inside you can do the job well. "
He had a plug for me. It was not very big, it was tolerable, it did not split me into pieces, I thought.
He bent over and started to put a plug inside me.
A little liquid immediately burst out of the "ops, I'm glad that I am the protected itself well," he laughed, and eventually pushed the plug in.
It felt awful, pressure grew inside me immediately. I was afraid I would get permanent injuries.
"There seems to be a lot of pressure ... is perhaps the best that we ensure additional plug"
He put a rubber strap on my waist, another belt down there so that it went into my crotch. The belt weighed the plug inside me. Eventually he still tightened waist belt.
I felt that I cracked, maybe I should die.
He took my gag away. I had a painful feeling already.
"Now is ready, only a small ball game, and you can empty yourself"
He had a ball, it was almost the same as my ballgag but without a strap.
"A simple game, I throw the ball, you follow it and bring it to me.
3 throws and that's all "
He threw the ball just a few meters away. I was trying to be quick because my condition was painful. I took the ball in the mouth and brought it back to him.
The next throw was longer, not too long but maybe double.
I had to stop in the middle as the journey was already too long. Another man caught a collar of chain, he was also a stick with which he gave light strikes to my buttock.
"Hey, you can do it, do not give up now!" he said.
I took the ball in my mouth and started to bring it back. Again I had to stop. I can not do it! I cried and complained, the ball fell out of my mouth.
"Take the ball and go to the end" he ordered and used the stick now stronger.
I was quite sweaty, more painful.
I took the ball and I was there.
the third time, the last ball. I was afraid he would throw it far but he did not do it. He just moved it to my "toilet" pit beside it. Just a meter, maybe two.
I could do it!
I went to the ball. Fence next to it. "take it your mouth and keep it there".
He took off my crotch- and waist belt.
"hold the plug inside you, we do not want you to shoot anybody"
"It is better that you take a seated position over the hole, it is not nice if you mess up all the places"
"You have done well, once again. Now is your time, you can now empty yourself."
And I did it, I pushed a bit to plug it off. Then the ditch opened ... the hot liquid was discharged under heavy pressure, it hurts but on the other hand it was very liberating. I felt almost unconscious. Fortunately, the collar chain kept me up!
Emptying felt good in the end.
It was disgusting and unpleasant but still it gave me a strange pleasure, it was not sexual satisfaction but almost.
I wanted to get to the ground but I could not, the chain kept me up.
My back hurt.
"Hold the ball in your mouth and look at me! Empty yourself properly."
I thought that in me there is not much to be emptied.
I eat very lightly, small portions many times a day. Easily digestible food. Mainly because I'm wearing a corset.
My stomach works like a clock and due to daily routines I do not have much of the waste in my intestines.
"Get down, elbows on the grass" he ordered, "put your back on the curve like a cat". I did that.
"Good, now relax yourself" in a moment he ordered the cat position again. I understood why he wanted me to do so, the motion forced the fluid to move in my bowel.
I was so tired and my back was sore, it was very hard. I heard how the liquid moving in the intestine, I also heard (and feel) how the liquid spilled out of me.
"Ok, good. Now get up again" I tried but it was too difficult for me now. I sat on my knees but I was bent on the waist and did not get up. I did not have the strength to do that!
"... okay, you can rest in it, not the problem". He said. "We will wash you in that".
Another man brought a garden hose and some supplies. sponge, brush. shampoo. In addition, she brought a long strange plastic object.
The plastic cylinder object was intended for dogs neck. It was a narrow in neck and widened upwards. I had seen those animals that had been made eg. A surgical operation.
Collar/cylinder prevented them from licking themselves.
it was maybe 30 cm high so my whole head was inside it. My steel collar was still in my neck. under the plastic cover.
"The collar is to protect your face, we do not want water splashing into your eyes or nose." he smiled, "it's your best".
They pulled me forward, out of the fence and hole.
Water sprayed on me, it was cold!
I was sprayed with water. then there was a break when they used a shampoo. I brushed and used a sponge.
I still had hands and legs folded, I could not do anything. The worst was cold water.
Water splashed with a strong force. I was happy that they protected my face.
I was very cold but suddenly the water was warm, it was almost pleasant.
The power of the water was smaller, it was warm and pleasant. he rubbed my crotch with gently. It was very pleasant, If I were a cat I would be a purr.
They dried me with a soft towel. Everything was perfect.
I expected them to unlatch the straps of my hands and legs, I had been tight for a long time.
It did not happen.
"Now we can move on to the table," he said, and the other man tugged at the collar chain.
I had no choice but to follow them. Chain Man walked beside me. Like a trainer.
My elbows and knees hurt. I still had a big collar but it did not hinder me, I could see well forward because I was down the grass.
"We have a chair for you, we can sit next to the table and eat something."
It sounded great! I was hungry but especially thirsty, I had not been drinking for a long time.
I was grateful that the yard was not big.
As we approached the table I could see my "seat".
It was like a saddle with a dildo upright.
"Sybian" machine. It was familiar to me many times.
In a way it was a disappointment for me. I would have really wanted to sit next to the table, eat and chat.
We came next to the table, he put the lube to dildo and my pussy, which was almost open because I was on my knees.
Then they simply lifted me into the air and fell gently down. dildo slipped inside me.
They put a warm blanket on me. It covered me from the neck.
I thought that I was certainly very strange sight. A light plastic cylinder around the head and a dark blanket from the neck to the bottom, to the ground.
...I felt that I am like someone lighthouse statue.
Dildo did not move, I was almost good to sit in it. I was like anchored to my place.
My mitts annoyed me. Hands and fingers had been in the cramped space for a long time. Now the leather mittens were wet and they seemed unpleasant. maybe even a fancy. I knew I could not do anything about it. Eventually I was happy that I could feel the discomfort. It meant that finger sensations and blood circulation were fine.
I was able to move my toes, it felt good.
The high collar was very annoying now when I sat straight. I could not see anything, just the sky.
...and I still had the ball in the mouth. They had not given permission to spit it out.
the men sat down next to me, on both sides.
They sat on the chairs, I sat almost on the ground. They were much higher than me.
I could see them when I looked up.
"Thirsty?" he asked and I nodded. He took the water glass and showed it to me. "We have a small problem now ... you can not use a water glass".
He took water in his mouth, I watched it thirsty. He turned toward me and he is spewing his mouth empty directly to my face.
"oh, you can not drink because you have a ball in your mouth, take it off," he said.
I tried but plastic in front of my face blocked it, the ball could not come out!
I was very frustrated, angry but I did not show it.
Water came down from my face, from the collar to the breasts ...
I was crying. Humiliation was unpleasant.
Another man helped me, he moved the plastic a bit and took the ball away.
I was very grateful, he was a much nicer man.
He also had a plastic hose he put in my mouth, the other end was in the water glass.
He kept the glass near me and I could suck water in my mouth.
It felt great!
The man took food dinners from the house, two plates, lettuce, meat, sausages, and so on.
They took food and ate.
"How are you doing today?" The other asked, "Now is your chance to talk. Do you have anything you want to discuss?"
The situation was peculiar.
I sat there tired, tied. bad posture ... dildo inside me. back hurts. I was humiliated .... and now I am supposed to discuss issues of me!
I tried to be funny, I asked "where is my tail?"
He looked at me confused and surprised.
"You said I should have tail, you showed it to me ... where is it?" I ask.
The other man burst into laughter ".. you're really something special!"
It's my way to survive, I'm trying to look at things in a humorous way. It will not always work...
"Well noted, we really forgot it, but do not worry, I can fix it." he said with a smile.
They sliced small pieces of food and fried it for me with a fork. Chicken, lettuce and potatoes. Summer food, I liked it. I also had to drink more water.
My mood improved when I got to drink and eat.
I am much isolated alone, now felt comfortable when I had companions. I am like a dog, I'm happy when someone gives me attention.
"How's your back?" He asked, "I see you have trouble with it."
"I have no difficulty when I have a corset, it supports me perfectly." The problem is that it also makes the muscles weak because I do not need them. " I replied "My back has become dependent on corset".
"We have been discussing this problem in the Committee, something that needs to be done. On the other hand, the idea to appeal to us, it makes you addicted to it and you are more and more under our control. "He paused." But you are still young, if you are already losing your muscles, you are in trouble before you are old. "
We have decided to consult experts. Maybe they can create a training program that can be done with your morning and evening activities.
Your guards will not like it but they are not asked. They do as we decide."
The training program sounds like a good idea when I think about it. Maybe it can improve my quality of life. I think it is of no use to anyone if I am not in good condition.
It would also give more content to my day.
It is true that the guards do not like it. It gives them more daily work ... but on the other hand, they are paid for it and they have a free apartment in that same building.
I do not see why it would be difficult for them. Only the principle, maybe.
I might think too much about what the guards think. I try not irritating them and will do everything as the rules dictate.
But I do so because the Committee so decides. The guards are just a spacer between the committee and I, a tool.
However, I know that I should not irritate the guards, it will make my life even harder.
"What do you think about the fact that you are tied in this way, as you would have amputated legs and arms, use only the stubs...?". He asked.
"It's challenging," I replied, "It's also humiliating and painful. My elbows and knees hurt when I have to walk on them. Otherwise, as it is now, it's just strange and very restrictive. "
"You're talking amputation sometimes, what you think about it now?"
"My opinion is that amputation is the ultimate way of limiting a person's movement, so when it is not a disease or an accident ... or really these things have the same result ... the purpose is different ..." I noticed that thinking amputation got my thoughts confused. "It is the very ultimate solution, it can not be changed once it's done".
"Now you have every moment something restraints and you're usually locked up somewhere. What if you had legs amputated, or arms? Are restraints needed then? " He asked"
My heart beat and got me hot. The surprising subject made me confused.
"If I understand the rules correctly, I need to be always locked and in restraints. I do not understand why it would change anything. Basically, if I would not have hands, I can still run or walk, kick, etc." I said "and if I had no legs, I could still use my hands. I would accept my restraints even then. Rules are the rules ".
"The extreme situation, you would have all the limbs amputated, what then?"
The conversation was very strange but still I felt it aroused me at some way. I have sometimes thinking about these same things, the fantasy level.
"Collar ... nothing excludes its use, and chain locked on a wall, bed or floor. Also, I need harnesses so I can sit, etc. if it's allowed. it is for safety, no restriction."
I was silent and wondering, this was a really special discussion topic. On the other hand, it was fun because I was really thinking about these things sometime.
"In today's medicine also makes it possible for the bone / joint can be attached to the metal. Made a lot of eg. hip and knee surgeries for old people, etc.
The same principle could replace the arms and legs of metal fasteners that would stick to the bone. " I gave them a short lecture.
For a while it was very quiet, the men looked at each other.
"Wow ... you're something really special, maybe you need to talk more with your psychiatrist!" they laughed. "You're committed to submit to all what we, the Committee, decide. Also these things? "
"I trust you," I said, "I trust that you are doing things that are legally able to trace so that I have given consent to everything,I do not know if surgical operations are legally possible, but if so, I can basically accept it. People in any case do a variety of crazy body modifications."
"Normal modifications are mainly breast enlargement, or butt. Fat removal and custom facial modification" the man said. "maybe not so radical and definitive".
"True, but do not forget the butt hole bleaching! It's really important and popular today!" I said.
"Could I get a plastic collar off?" I knew I did not have the right to ask for it but still I did it.
I was surprised when they did so. It felt good, I could look forward normally, not just up.
"Maybe we must start thinking about that amputation thing," he said, "we might be able to produce special equipment for you in your hands and feet, like corsets that keep them folded, like now.
A rubber or leather "corset" would give even pressure and so could be kept for long periods, perhaps for a week at first. If such things are done, then we can also think of some cushion / support for the elbows and knees, you would be easier to move, not pain".
I noticed that he was enthusiastic about the subject.
They began to work together to design technical ideas.
"We need to make plaster molds, it is good to build a leather or rubber surface on it, then steel reinforcements. Everything is finally sewn into leather or rubber. it makes them beautiful and durable. Hand stubs can be locked to the collar. Chains between the ankles and the waist that secures the legs". They were excited "This is easy to do!"
"I have my daily work" My mouth dried "I have to use my hands".
The man gave me a water, I needed it.
"Maybe you can work with one hand ...?" the man asked, "If we package the one hand, and thus you can use your other hand!"
"Maybe still one week left hand and then one week right hand, alternating, then you would have variation."
I remembered the time when I had a kind of handcuff trial. I had handcuffs with a normal longer chain, such as leg cuffs.
My hands were behind my back and I had a waistchain / belt with a big O-ring behind my back. Handcuff chain went through it.
As I moved my other hand forward, I had to move another behind my back.
It gave me a little more movement but was still very annoying.
To the guard it was easy, only a small padlock was needed for the chain so my hands were locked together. Easy and simple.
I remember how difficult it was to work at that time. However, the hand was still close to the body all the time and it was difficult to use the keyboard. I had to lean on the table and twist my upper body. It caused back and neck pain.
This would be different. I basically could sit normally and use one hand. Using a keypad with one hand is slow but not impossible.
I would have to learn new habits, it would be a challenge.
Also, that use of the hand would change once a week. Now my left hand is a helping hand. If the right one was packaged, I should be able to do all the things on the left hand. It would be a big challenge. In some sick way the idea attracted me.
"what about my feet?" I asked.
"This is just an idea," the man replied
"but the legs should not always be as amputated. They could be braced, for example, like paralyzed legs. the simple way is, for example, balletboots, they are very restrictive".
I know it ... I hate balletboots.
We did braces for you years ago, a complete whole body support system.
We got problems then and you did not accept our original offer. They are certainly still somewhere, semi-finished.
I remember now how exact plaster molds were made from my body.
I thought they were never finished!
( https://captivegirlmiisa.wordpress.com/ … chapter-3/ )
It was a time when I made a very bad decision.
I fell in love, and I trusted the wrong people. I was forced to do things I did not want, I felt fear and violence ...
It was a very sad time and I am happy that these people are rescued me and took back, give me a second chance!
to be continued...
Last edited by Miisa Karlsson (2018-08-03 20:26:43)
