I had a "meeting" with the Committee yesterday, there were three members and me.

In the morning I got new, lighter clothes for summer. It's a nice idea, although I don't think of it as a necessity.
It's funny because in previous years I was always excited to get new "summer clothes". Now I had a feeling that I don't want to give up my "leather uniform". The long leather skirt gives me some wonderful sense of security that I can't explain, now I feel naked and without that protection in a lighter fabric skirt.
As I have said, I have efficient air conditioning here indoors, the temperature and humidity are exactly the same as in winter.
I'm outside for one hour a day and then I'm strictly in the shade, not under the sun.So I don't need summer clothes. In fact, I feel cold now sitting inside the cell.
But I'm not complaining, I'm grateful for what I get.

The committee wanted to talk to me about my heightened security because of the war in Ukraine.
Originally, the decision was that security would be increased and the situation would remain at least until the end of the war.
Now it seems that the war will continue for a long time, even several years...maybe it will never officially end.

This means that my strongly increased security practices increase will continue for an indefinite period, its termination is not up to the Committee or me to decide.

It doesn't matter much in practice, for years I have thought that I am a prisoner for life.
The additions caused by the war are not a big deal, it complicates my established "prisoner princess" life, but at the same time it is my way of supporting the victims of the war.
I won't stop until the war is over, even if it means hard times and even some kind of torture for me.
In some strange way this gives 'justification' to my weird, slightly masochistic tendencies and longing for effective security and control.

I appreciate that the Committee wanted to give me the opportunity to negotiate mitigations and even the opportunity to somehow return to the former, normal practices.

I rejected that offer.

When I discussed the matter with the Committee, we basically agreed that the security level must continue to be high.
I was happy that the Committee wanted to discuss the matter, it shows that they want to take good care of me in every situation.
But it was only a principled discussion, it was clear to everyone that the decision made cannot be changed.

Raising the security level and tightening the rules also means that the guards' workload will increase. The committee said it's not my problem and I don't have to worry about it.

Now the guard couple is on vacation and the Committee handles their work... so the practices are a little different anyway because the Committee members don't have the necessary routine.
Now there are situations where I have to advise my handler about how things are handled. But they learn quickly.
However, they know the basics and I am always firmly secured. With a little practice, things can be handled flexibly.

I agree that practices and security levels cannot be changed back and forth. It would be very confusing and completely mess up the routine.

I've had a very intense week. My daily routine was completely different than normal.
It was basically very interesting, but nevertheless I am very happy that it is Ilona's turn to take responsibility for my care.

I've had stricter routines now, even stricter than the "normal" increased max security.
I've had to learn about wearing latex. The outfits have varied from tight catsuits to loose, even beautiful clothes.
I could live with that.

Perhaps the biggest reason for getting used to it was that I was rewarded with sexual satisfaction every night.
It is a very effective way to accustom the human mind to accept things.

I have had a strict policy that sexual satisfaction is possible once a month, now it suddenly happened every day!

Now everything changes back to the "normal" high security routine with Ilona in charge. I think so.
Sudden big changes in routines may be difficult to understand quickly.

I hope that I will be able to return quickly to normal in my thoughts.

Funny to say but I miss my normal guards and routine

The committee told me to report:

Due to adaptation difficulties and behavioral problems,  prisoner is isolated for an indefinite period, this also means from social media.

My guards have returned to work and the situation here is stabilizing.
I can say that this has not been a nice summer for me. Or maybe I expected too much from it.

In my opinion, it was wrong to say that the reason for my isolation was my adaptation and behavior problems. I don't think I've behaved badly.
I was very sad and angry about that decision, I can say that I was even shocked in some way.
In addition, I was isolated in a place that I knew nothing about before. It made me feel very insecure and even scared at first.
For some reason, Ilona no longer came to take care of my practical affairs. She disappeared somewhere and I was suddenly transferred to another place.
I was told to write a short message here on the forum and that's all.

The Committee wanted me to report to this forum about my isolation.
Here is the first part of it.

I was locked in my rigid upper body restraints and a ballgag was put in my mouth and earplugs in my ears, they were secured with tape. my head was covered with a leather hood, it was a loose leather bag that was tightened around my neck over my collar. It had small holes in the top so breathing was not a problem.
I was taken to my cell, out of the entire prison, straight to the garage.
It was very confusing and scary, I didn't understand what was happening.
I was lifted in through the back door of the car, on my side on the floor of the car. The position was a bit difficult because of the stiff steel restraints, I got some kind of pillow under my head, otherwise the collar would have been in a dangerous and difficult position on my neck. I appreciated that they thought of this.
My legs were forced to bend at the knees and leg irons were attached to the steel around my waist.
I felt how I was somehow attached to the floor of the car. I didn't try to fight back or even test the attachment, I knew it would be pointless.
I was covered with some kind of blanket, I understood that it was so that I couldn't be seen if someone looked inside the car by chance.

The car started moving, I recognized the yard road and the first turns in the road, we were leaving somewhere.
With a hood on your head, ears covered, it is very difficult to recognize what is happening, it also makes it difficult to keep track of time.
I felt that the car was moving on the road, but I couldn't tell where and for how long.
My posture was awkward and I had to focus on that as well.
Finally, however, I noticed that the car had stopped, the back door opened and the blanket was lifted off.
The transport fastenings were removed, my legcuffs hobble removed from behind my back, I got my legs straight again.

I was quickly and efficiently lifted out of the car and helped to stand. I was dizzy and my legs were weak. I was glad that they helped me to stand, otherwise I would have fallen for sure.
They quickly escorted me somewhere, it wasn't far, just maybe 5 meters.
I was forced to sit on the floor, it was concrete. I felt how my legcuffs were removed and my boots were taken off, also the socks.
The freedom of the legs was short because soon I felt the steel around my ankles again. now it was stronger and firmer than the usual legcuffs.
Restraints change was very precise and effective, I felt how another man sat on my legs while they were without restraints. I couldn't have tried to resist them.
The new ankle restraints were stiff and they forced my feet apart a bit, maybe about 50 cm. They were not meant for walking.
I felt like behind me, something was attached to the collar, it was a chain that came straight down from the ceiling or something.
I was sitting on the concrete floor, I had rigid upper body restraints, I couldn't do anything with my hands, I couldn't turn.
When I tried to move my legs I noticed that the rigid ankle restraints are attached to the floor somehow, they only moved a little.
I didn't see anything, just black darkness, I didn't really hear anything. I couldn't smell anything but leather. I couldn't even scream or even talk because of the ballgag.

...and I noticed that I was certainly alone, isolated.

Here again

I have had a hard time here, as I have said this is the worst summer ever in my imprisonment.
It means tighter practices but also confusion and situations that cannot be predicted. I don't like it.

The main reason is of course what is happening in the world that affects my daily life (partly because of my own desire) but things have also happened here in the summer that I can't influence. They have caused misunderstandings and great discomfort.
I have been isolated. First, I was very strictly under additional physical restrictions and even got poor maintenance, meaning even restrictions in hygiene and eating.
I got enough food and drink, but they weren't as good as usual, just "cheap" and quick ready meals.

I had no entertainment, no music, no radio and no television. Certainly not a computer.
Just an empty, locked little cell smelling of soil and grass. Inside me and my restraints/chains. Just a hard floor and walls.
I didn't even know why I was there, I hadn't done anything wrong or forbidden. I didn't "deserve" any extra punishment!
No one explained the situation to me.

Eventually I got out of there, back to my safe cell combination and down to a normal routine. It felt like heaven... and still does!

I was later told that the isolation was not my fault. The reason was that when it was Ilona's turn to be my guard and caretaker, she had a surprising obstacle and she had to stop the agreed work in taking care of me.
The committee had difficulties to organize my normal daily rhythm, so they transferred me to an effective isolation where there was less daily guard work.
I don't know why but I understood the fast happens so that I have done something wrong and that's why I'm being punished.
It was very hard on me mentally and now I know it was wrong.

It would have been easier for me if they had told me about it, I would have accepted the isolation maybe better.

Now, however, the situation is different again.
I have now been in almost complete web isolation (after complete physical isolation) for two weeks, I have only done necessary work.
Now the situation is returning to a normal, tightened security level, so maybe I can still enjoy the summer before autumn!

I want to thank you for all the messages and your concern. I'm sorry I haven't been able to answer.

The Russian attack and the killing of people in Ukraine has lasted for half a year now.
For almost the same time I have lived in enhanced max security, it is a very exhausting way to live.
Now I perhaps better understand the purpose of my isolation. It showed me that my life could be consistently and sustainably worse than it is now.
So I should be happy now, under normal max security conditions.

War changes people's lives forever, that's a fact. I don't compare myself to the actual war victims and their families, but it has changed my life as well.
Enhanced, increased max security in my life and practices has made me lose my daily job. My clients can no longer trust that I can do my work quickly and efficiently. the recent, sudden isolation period did not improve the matter...

I still have some work assignments, but they are mainly "art pictures" etc. that do not require a quick reaction. It saddens me that I am not hectically "on the nerves of time". Of course, I follow what happens, but now, my work does not require vigilance.

I feel more and more chained here. That is of course the purpose when it comes to a prisoner who must be under effective control.
I'm still thinking about how I can regain my position in working life. It's too valuable to lose.

... and I don't want to be forgotten here.

The reason for my tightened security is perhaps difficult to understand... and explain.

I experience what happens in Ukraine very personally, I would like to help the suffering people there, I do so in the form of monetary donations, but I would like to do more. I have been told that it is impossible in my situation.

I am physically very limited, it is normal for me due to different practices, rules and restraints.
I feel things through my limitations and that is why the Committee has decided (and I have agreed to it) that my practices and security will be tightened so that I can, as it were, "suffer" with that subjugated peoples.
Since the war and the situation there are impossible to predict, my stricter policies will be in effect as long as the war continues.
I am committed to it and I accept it like a struggling nation accepts its situation there.

I know that my "sacrifice" has no meaning there, but I think it is important. It gives meaning to my limited life (I know that can be hard to understand).

In some strange way, I feel guilty that the authorities here did not believe me when I told them about russian soldiers in Finland. Maybe I didn't know how to tell it convincingly enough.
On the contrary, I was accused of racism and prejudice against Russians even though I was physically witnessing their meetings.
The "funny" part is that yesterday it was reported here that in Sweden it has been found out that there have been Russian soldiers there for years, tens of years... I could have told them that back then!

In a way, I feel guilty that I didn't know how to tell about it and warn the authorities properly...