Chapter 3

I continued my study routine. I contacted the rehabilitation center by phone and talked to the manager there. He said that he was waiting for my call because I had been recommended by a very important person.

We discussed in the meeting that we can agree on the details in the future, but the important thing was that he had a job for me. I knew who the important person was who had given the recommendation.

I started my rehab work, and studied at the same time. It was very tough. My study/work days were 13-16 hours long. The work was very rewarding though, as I was working with people who had suddenly become disabled in a car crash or other such accident. Suddenly their normal life was gone and they had to learn to live within the limits of their disability. Normally, the newly injured person is very depressed, but usually a desire to live wins over all.

At first I did basic work – swapped urine bags, helped customers with their toilet visits, washed and bathed them, etc. Eventually, I got to do other tasks. One of them was to go with the customers to the prosthesis workshop. I assisted them in designing prosthetic limbs etc for the disabled customers.

The very first time I went there I saw him in the workshop office. My heart beat hard, but he just glanced at me and continued to work. The next visit, when work matters had been dealt with, he asked me to stay for a while in the room. He asked me if I had been thinking about what he had said. I replied that I’ve been thinking a lot and nothing has changed. I still wanted to live in a highly controlled life. He nodded and said that next time I had to bring my chain collar key with me, and set aside some extra time after a customer had left.

From then on I took the key with me every day and the following week I had another customer visit to his workshop. When the customer had been transported away, we were alone in his office. He asked if I had the key, and I took it and put it on the table. Actually there were two keys because I also took the spare key with me. He looked at the keys and asked me if I knew for sure what would happen when he took possession of those keys.

I nodded in the affirmative.

He put his hands over the keys and said “we both now agree that you are no longer a free woman.”

Heart pounding I replied that I agreed.

“Good, I will write a paper contract, and we will both sign it. In addition, it will be recorded on video so that everyone understands that you have agreed of your free will. ”

He told me to turn to face the wall, raise my hands behind my neck and lift up my hair. I did so, and I felt him test how tight my collar was, then he put his key in the lock and opened it. I could not remember the last time the lock had been opened! The chain had been fairly tight but I was able to wash and treat the skin underneath without having to open the collar.

He put the chain on the table, and measured how long it was. He measured the circumference of my neck, 35 cm slightly loose, tight 33-34cm. “You can put your hands down now. Put them behind your back and put your hands together, fingers crossed.”

I did it and he measured the circumference of my wrist joint. He squeezed my elbows together. They touched each other easily, and when he loosened his grip I was still able to keep my elbows together. “Hmm … now I’m surprised” he said, and continued to measure me.

I smiled and said “I’ve been practicing a lot, I’m pretty flexible.”

He took many more measurements – waist, ankles, wrists, and various other dimensions.

“OK, now lift your hair again”

Then he took the chain collar and put it back on my neck and locked it, except now it was tighter than before!

“I could see that it could be tighter, I think it is much better now.”

“The next thing is that I will visit you in your apartment. I’m sure that there will be something that needs changing. But before this, you will need to take the first step towards a controlled life. You must send me an e-mail every evening to tell me your schedule for the next day. When you leave your home, what time school starts, when you have breaks, when school ends and when work begins, etc. Also, you must write what routes you’re using, what bus stop and subway stations you use, etc. All of this must be reported to me.”

“Now you can go and continue your work, I’ll contact you soon. One more thing … I notice that you always wear pants. This will change – prisoner dress is always a skirt. It does not matter the length, model or material of the skirt. That is your choice. Now, you can go”.

He opened the office door and I left the room. The collar was so tight that I felt it all the time, every breath. I went back to work and continued with my normal routine.

In the rehabilitation center from time to time I visited people who were injured in the past and now lived a normal life, going to work, studying, etc. They provided motivation for newly disabled people, showing that it is possible to live everyday life with a disability and limitation.

One of these people was Stine, a woman only a few years older than me who was injured in a car crash as soon as she got her driver’s license. She is paralyzed from the waist down, and uses a wheelchair for everyday mobility. She is full of life and energy, and manages to do a lot of things that a perfectly healthy person never does. Sometimes she laughs and says that the only thing she can’t do is jogging, but she gets around even faster now when she uses a wheelchair. All know that behind the joy and energy is a lot of pain, loss and suffering, but she has accepted her limitations and lives on their terms. I became friends with Stine. It was easy because she is such a great woman, we talked about a lot of different things but I had not told her about my way of life which had by then changed a lot. We met almost every day and also spoke about disability, helplessness, and the fact that you cannot do things without other people.

I had my daily schedule. Sometimes it was tight and there could always be something surprising, but I tried to make sure that I always had time for Stine. Maybe sometimes I cheated a little to make sure I got everything organized in time.

Sometimes my new “guardian” called me and made sure of where I went. Sometimes I had to send him a text message to say where I was – many times I was absolutely sure that someone was watching me when I traveled in a public place.

It was not a bad thing, in a strange way it made me feel safe. I knew the whole time that someone was monitoring me and taking care of me, ensuring that I was alright. The worst thing was probably the fact that I was more alone. After school and work I went home and slept the whole time.

After many discussions Stine asked me if I would really like to know what helplessness feels like. She asked if I could arrange to have the following weekend off work. She invited me to her apartment and said she would drive me there in her car on Friday after my shift and she would bring me home Sunday evening.

I wrote an e-mail to my ‘guard / supervisor’ – I still did not know what name to address him with – and asked permission for next weekend. He replied that it is not possible so quickly – he must first get accurate information on where and with whom I was going. He also told me that he had already planned something for me on a Saturday. If all went well I might get permission for the next weekend, he told me he would make the decision after this weekend. I wondered what would happen next Saturday.

I gave him all the details I knew about Stine. He explained that he needed them in order to investigate whether Stine was good company for me. I told Stine that we had to move our plans to the next weekend and it was not a problem for her.

On Tuesday I got a message from my guard / supervisor. He told me to come to his office on Thursday at 19:00. I arranged my shifts in such a way that I could do as he ordered.

On Thursday, at the correct time, I went to his workshop. All the workers had already left. I called the doorbell and spoke into the intercom that I was coming. He opened the electric door lock so I could enter. He sat in his office and talked on the phone. The door was open so I stepped inside and sat on an empty chair in front of his desk. The call ended, and he leaned back and looked at me. Eventually, he said “you really have a lot to learn.
The first thing: You need to knock on the door and you can only enter the room when you have received permission. Second: You sit only when I give you permission to do so. Now … go outside the door, knock and ask permission to enter the room”

I was confused, but I stood up and did as he ordered. I knocked on the door and waited. He said “well, now you have to tell me who you are and what you are asking permission to do. I will help you – say after me: Prisoner AMK request permission to enter the room”.

I was shocked and very embarrassed! I was wondering what to do for a moment but finally I said “the prisoner AMK requests permission to enter the room.”

“Very good”, he said, “now you step inside and stand in front of my desk, 1 meter away from the table”.

I did as he ordered, and stood in front of the table.

“The next thing: whenever you are with me you keep your hands behind your back, so that your fingers touch your elbows and forearms are horizontal. Your feet should be separated by about 30 cm on the floor. This is the position that you need to know at all times. I would also like you to be standing straight, upright”.

I stood in the specified position. It was not a bad position. My arms felt quite relaxed behind my back, and I assumed the position quickly enough to satisfy him.

“You’re still at times without the restraints” he explained “and I need to see and anticipate your moves. I do not want any surprises. The reason why I called you here is that it is necessary to make some plaster models of your body parts, such as your legs and torso”.

I have many times helped out when the same thing was done with customers – making a plaster model of the legs for braces or the whole body for a heavy corset. I knew how all this was done but I was wondering why he needed to do this to my body. And because I wanted to know I asked him why.

Again he looked at me and said “prisoner behavioral rules – if you have questions or need to speak to me for any reason you have to ask permission to do so. Prisoners have 4 different types of speaking rule:
1. free discussion, ask the permission before the debate
2. authorized to interview, always ask for permission before the messages
3. prisoner can only answer a question
4. the prisoner is not allowed to speak.

I sighed deeply and said”, I ask permission for free discussion”,

“I like the fact that you asked permission, but now I cannot give permission. Your speech is not permitted at this time – you have to learn the rules”.
“In the future, you need not always take care of these rules, but now it is very important. Now, hold your arms in the position and go to and stand facing the wall”.

I did so and he came to me and pushed my head so that my forehead hit the wall. He continued to push and said “this is the correct position, keep it”. I kept it, and he tied my hands tightly in the prisoner position with two leather belts.

“I make no apology that I handle prisoners roughly. As I said, all you need to do is try your best so you learn quickly.”

“Now we’re going to the plastering room. You’ve been there with the customers so you know that there’s nothing to be afraid of.”

He took a hard grip on my arm above the elbow. I made a small sound of pain, but I did not say anything. He led me out of the room and down the hallway to the plaster room. Inside the room was an armchair and a variety of equipment used to make plaster molds.

He lifted my skirt up on my lap and ordered me to sit on the front of the chair. When I sat down he tied my left foot to the leg of the chair and then used a leather strap to tie my collar to the back of the chair.

“You are no ordinary customer”.

Next, he lifted up my right foot until my leg was horizontal, took my boot off and put my ankle in the rig. Now both my feet were secured and my crotch was slightly open.

“Ok … now we can begin”, he said as he slipped on a pair of latex gloves.

“I see that you have tights on. That’s a good thing because the plaster will not stick so much to your skin”.

He took a long, thin metal plate, perhaps 1 cm wide, and shaped it so that it ran from my toes along my shin and right up to the pelvis. When this was done he used tape to fix it on my legs. Next he chose a long piece of elastic sock and pulled it over my leg, again from toes to pelvis.

Next, he took a roll of plaster bandage, wet it carefully, and began to wind it around my leg. He started from my ankle and rose slowly upwards. By the third roll of plaster bandage he was at the top of my thigh and his latex glove hit my crotch … he had to notice that this was all very exciting to me.

He did everything in a very professional manner, focused only on the job.

When the plaster had hardened, he took a plaster saw, and began to cut the plaster shell. The metal plate was designed to protect my leg from the saw. When the plaster was cut all the way up he opened it and took it away. He then pressed it back into shape and filled the gap, and my first leg plaster mold was ready!

Next, he did the same to the other foot. All of this took quite a long time and my hands were totally numb. He told me many times to move my fingers, etc. He also checked the colour of my fingers. I liked the fact that he took care of me.

When the leg plaster shells were ready, he kindly cleaned me up and put the boots on my feet, I felt like a princess. I was sitting in a chair and he took two wide leather belts and tied my feet together at the ankles and below the knees.

“We have to wait a little. One person is coming to assist me in making your torso shell. In the meantime, you can answer my questions.

“I understood that you have experience in the use of the gag”

I nodded and he continued”, Tell me about your experiences”

“I have only experience with ball gags. I made them myself”.

He listened to me and I continued.

“I tried different sized balls – soft and hard, etc. Eventually, I had a ball gag in my mouth all night – I can sleep with the gag without any problems”. He was expecting me to continue. ”My night gag has holes so it is easy to breathe and so it is safe to wear when I am asleep”

“Good”, he said “the different ball gags are useful for different purposes – with soft balls that fill the mouth it is possible to breathe only through your nose, the same as if your mouth was taped shut. A hard ball, made of something like wood, is a bit better. There will always be air gaps between the teeth and the ball, then it is possible to breathe through the mouth a bit, but hard balls can damage the teeth and gums. I prefer a fairly hard rubber ball, so big that it barely fits behind the teeth. It is important that it is held in place by a strap so tight that it pulls the ball off the teeth so it is possible to breathe and so saliva can drain out of the mouth.. It is not pleasant, but remember that it is in your own best interests.”

“Now, we will test what is the right size for you”

He took a bag next to a wall, placed it on the table, opened it and brought out several plastic bags of black ball gags.

“Do not worry, these are clean, brand new balls” he assured me, smiling. “Now, open your mouth”

I swallowed and opened my mouth, strangely I was interested myself in what would be the best ball for me. He took the first ball, and compared it to my mouth, then said “as I thought, a little too small”, He took another ball and went to place it in my mouth. I tried to open my mouth as much as possible, but the ball still hit against my teeth. He put his hand on the back of my head and pressed on the ball with the other. There was a faint “plop” sound and the ball slipped inside. I was able to slightly move my jaw, it did not feel too bad, but breathing was difficult.

The gag’s black leather straps were hanging from corner of my mouth. He took them, lifted my hair and fastened the buckle behind my head. He tightened the straps, and then examined the gap between the ball and my teeth, before tightening it further. He was right, it was not pleasant but I noticed that I was able to breathe better.

He seemed satisfied. “Yes … this is your ball size, and the straps are tight. Now I can prepare for you a collection of gags. I will make gags of four different colours. The colour indicates at first sight is what kind of punishment is going on. You will also get a variety of straps and harnesses. Gags will play a big part of your life in the future.”

I listened with horror to what he said, my head full of new things that I was hearing that day. He was still saying something when I heard steps in the hallway. Someone was coming. It was clearly the sound of heels.

The door opened and in came a woman with reddish brown hair and a very straight posture. She was a strong, confident woman and it was clear from her manner that she knew what she was doing.

She had on a white medical coat, like my guard. I was sitting in a chair in the middle of the room, my hands tied behind my back, my legs tied together, my collar attached to the chair, and a big black ball gag in my mouth. She did not seem surprised at all – she just looked at me like I was something like an object.

“Come on, start”, she said. She went behind my back and opened the belts that held my hands and told me to strip naked from the waist up. I tried but my hands were completely numb – I could not open the buttons of my shirt. She walked around to my front and opened my buttons.

“The chain must be removed from the neck”, she said and my guard took the key and opened the lock on my neck chain. Amazingly, when he had first locked the chain, it had seemed very tight, but when he took it off I realised that in the weeks since he tightened it I had become used to it. It no longer felt tight anymore. You can get used to even the most uncomfortable things.

She put the two separate loops of rope around my neck and said “put your hands behind your back and keep them there, you know the position”.

I did so. “Raise her to a standing position” she ordered and my guard did so. I stood in front of the stand. It was difficult for me to maintain my balance as my feet were tied together. The guard made sure that I stayed standing. From the top rack of the stand hung two steel wire ropes. He attached my neck ropes to them on both sides.

She pressed the electric switch on the wall and the top of the stand began slowly to rise, until eventually the wires kept me upright, very straight. The ropes wrapped round my chin on both sides, and forced my head back. I could breathe, but the position was not comfortable.

She opened up my skirt zipper and let it to fall to the ground. My guard lifted my foot and moved the skirt out from under me. Next, he installed adjustable armrests on the frame, on both sides.

“Now you can drop your hands and take your bra off”, I did so. Taking off the bra was hard. I hung like a fish in hook. He adjusted the armrests at a level slightly below my shoulders and lifted my arms on to them, then used a leather belt to tie my arms to them. He shaped two metal strips to fit to the sides of my torso and used tape to attach them to my skin. He did the same at my shoulders and neck.

The woman was holding a wide elastic sock. The guard lifted me up a little and she slipped the sock around my legs and then used the scissors to cut the sock and draw it up over my upper body.

She then put on latex gloves and placed a few plaster bandage rolls into some water. My guard went to my back and the woman to my front. The woman looked at me and touched my lips and chin, which were wet because I was drooling. She looked into my eyes and put her latex clad fingers in my mouth, tasting my drool”. Hmmmm” she said “I hope you do not drool on me when I am working close to you”. She took a hand towel and wiped my face.

The guard used a rubber band to tie up the hair on my head.

The woman took a roll of plaster bandage, and they began to rotate it around me. Their cooperation was good and soon I was covered with wet plaster. She squeezed the plaster tightly to my waist line and waited for it to dry. She also formed it around my breasts. “I’ve seen a lot of breasts better than yours. You have fairly small breasts”, she said.

When the bottom was shaped she put plaster bandage on my shoulders and neck, all the way up. I could smell her perfume and her hair when she worked near me. She obviously took good care of herself and had a self-confident woman’s fragrance, which I liked very much. Also, even though I could not see her very much because of my position, I noticed from the way she moved that she wore a tight corset. She is well suited to her job, I thought.

The hard plaster shell helped me stand up straight. There was plaster right up to my chin and ears. She opened up the belts around my feet. “I will loosen the stand now. Spread your legs when you can, and hold the posture.”

I did so, and I felt her touch me between the legs. It was a strange feeling after standing up for so long. I could not even watch what was happening. She only had her hand there, and I could feel the slight compression and movement. Her smell and all of this together with the fact that I was gagged and helpless made me very horny. And she knew it.

She teased me for a moment and finally took her hand away. Then I felt the wet plaster bandage my crotch area. When all the plaster had hardened, she prepared a plaster saw. It was a formidable machine – having a circular blade with sharp teeth, and I feared that it would cut my skin. She noticed my apprehension and said”, you do not have to worry about the blade – it does not rotate. It moves back and forth quickly. I will saw over the metal strip so it will not cut you … at least not much”.

This reassured me and I stopped panicking, although when it was next to my ear it sounded awful. Eventually the cutting was over and the shell was taken off my body from the bottom. She used tape to close the halves and form it into the correct shell shape. Then she opened the door and stepped out of the room, I heard her high heeled steps again in the hall.

My guard released me and said”, you can dress up now, then assume the position of a prisoner, facing the wall”

I did so and he came back and opened my ball gag strap. The corners of my mouth and cheeks felt like they were on fire!

“You can take the ball out of the mouth”, it was difficult because my chin was so tired but finally got it out, I even tried to speak but my jaw was too tired to do so.

He came my back, put my neckchain on my neck and locked it.

“On Saturday at 14:00 I will come and pick you up. We will go to a party and come back Sunday” he said “prepare accordingly”.
He opened the door and said “I’ll see you then, now go home.”

I was so tired of all this, and stunned, that I walked out without saying anything. I went to the bus stop and went home.

At home I went to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked awful!
My hair was still tied on my head, the chain and lock around my neck in full view. My makeup was all over my face and in the corners of my mouth and on my cheeks were clear red strap marks. I had been wondering why people were staring at me on the bus.

I went about my usual routine, which made me feel comfortable – sitting in the shower and locking a chain on my ankle. I had learned a lot about myself today.

Chapter 4 /2

I had difficulty breathing, and at first I thought that it was caused by panic, but then he came to me and pushed me backwards until I was sitting with my back straight.  It helped me to breathe, and when I calmed down I realized that my collar was tight on my throat. The chain between collar and waist chain was so short that I must hold my back straight all the time. If I did not keep a good posture, my collar started strangling me.

He looked at me a long time with great interest, and I felt like a test animal … who is being taught good manners.

“Have you settled down enough that you are paying full attention to me?” he asked and I nodded.

“The way you are restrained now, you can do your make-up, very light, and arrange your hair as you want.  Then I’ll lock your cuffs to waist chain, in the same way as when we came here, and fix the hobble chain length, and then we are ready to leave.  Is all of this clear to you?”

Everything was clear to me.  I was too stunned to answer so I nodded, resignedly.
He moved the table in front of me and gave me a mirror and my makeup bag. Actually, I did not want to do makeup – I decided to put on just a little lipstick and mascara.  I’ve always been happy without heavy makeup.  I held out my hands so that he could unlock my handcuffs, but he shook his head.  “I won’t be opening them”, he said.

I sighed deeply and began to brush my hair, I left my hair free as usual – I hoped it would hide the collar, at least a little.  It felt strange to do it all with my hands together, but it did not cause a problem, and my make-up was quickly done​. He moved the desk away from me and put the shoes on my feet, buckling the straps carefully.

“You have probably noticed that you are wearing black handcuffs.  They are made ​​of carbon steel, a very hard and durable material, but the main reason we use them is that they are not so visible against your black clothes.”

I was amused … I had shiny chains around my neck and waist, which were sure to draw enough attention.  A typical man…

“Thanks for thinking about it” I said and he smiled.  He dug in his bag and found a short chain and padlock.

“Now, stand up” he said and grabbed my handcuffs, I got up and he locked the handcuffs to my waist chain.  The position was a familiar one but it still did not feel comfortable.  The chain at my back was difficult because I had to stand so straight all the time.

“Could you also extend the chain back?” I asked, he looked at me and said “it is the right length, exactly”.

“Turn, facing the wall”, he ordered and I did so. I felt him lift my skirt and remove a chain lock, then I heard two more clicks and the chain was lengthened.
“Walk to the big mirror” he said and I walked, slowly, exploring how the chains felt as I looked in the mirror.  The skirt completely covered my chains.  I do not could not see any chain which made me feel much better.
“I used the lock which is now locked in the middle of your hobble chain” he explained.  Another option would be a connector chain with a big ring, and the hobble chain passing through it.  That would be not so good in this case because the big ring could slide to one side and then the hobblechain could hit the ground and be seen view from under your skirt.  An o-ring would also rattle more.  When you sit the connecting chain will shorten as it circulates back between the buttocks. This means that when you sit high on a chair, your hobble chain will be lifted higher and will not be visible”.

“You’ve been thinking a lot about these things”, I said while looking at myself in the mirror.
“I am, and experience has taught me a lot.  You’re not the first one who has been locked in chains.”

I wondered how many times he had done the same … and what else he had done. I was trying to work out the best way to ask him when he said “are we ready to go?”  At the same time he placed my scarf on my shoulders, it covered nicely the chains in my back and the waist chain.  When he placed the scarf on the front of my arms no one could immediately see my chains – he was a genius!

I looked at myself in the mirror, and admired myself.  If I had slightly darker hair and maybe heavier makeup I would look just like a gypsy woman.  Maybe I could predict someone’s future, using hands… or coffee grounds … or playing cards.  Heh … I had a funny vision of the future – I’m an old fortune teller, in shackles, of course!

“Now we can go out”.  He opened the door and grabbed me firmly by the arm.  We walked slowly to the lift. I did not have much experience of walking chains or the high heels.  I felt so clumsy, which was not helped by the fact that I had to keep a good posture, and could not look down.  I was happy that he was firmly holding my arm.

We went down to the lobby.  I tried to walk to the back door, the car parking area, but he stopped me and directed me in the other direction.

“We will go out the front door” he said.  “Now walk directly through the lobby and to the door.

“He squeezed my arm and forced me into move.  The hall was full of people, as usual for a hotel lobby.  Everything happened so fast, I could not protest and soon we were in the middle of the lobby. I looked straight ahead and tried to walk normally as possible. I was sure that everyone was looking at me.  They might even heard the sound of chains as I walked.  I was excited so much that I probably didn’t breathe the whole time before we walked out the door and into the darkening evening.  I sighed with relief and turned to see inside the lobby.  No one was watching us, and I was relieved it was over but at the same time, in a special way I was very excited.

“Now what – do we take a taxi?” I asked.

“No, we walk all the way to the restaurant where the party is”.

I froze standing up, I did not want to walk in chains in public!  I protested and refused to move.  He squeezed my arm, hard, and said “you have two options, you walk beside me as normally as possible, or I will put your ball gag on and will force you, maybe even carry you.
Your choice, crying or without crying.  The end result will be the same anyway”.

I wondered what I could do.  I tried to get more time and asked “how far do we have to walk?”

“You will know when we get there”, he replied, which did not help me much.

I thought that if he forced me to walk I would look awful when we arrived. Therefore, it was better that I cooperated and walked voluntarily. Vanity won.

We walked across the road, next to the corner of the square. The square was nearly empty, only a few cars out there, young people listened to music and sitting in their cars.  Sometimes the cuffs on my ankles collided together and made a nasty sound.  I hated it but I could not stop it – the marketplace was made ​​of stones and it was not easy to walk, and my shoes were difficult to walk in as well.

Beside the square was a well-lit, busy road, with lots of traffic and people. I was horrified when I thought that I would have to walk there.  Maybe a car would hit me because I could not walk quickly enough across the road – or something else unfortunate would happen.  We stopped at the corner of the square, he saw that I was terrified.  ”There is no reason for concern”, he said and loosened his hand on my arm.  I had not even noticed anymore that he was squeezing it.

“There is no need to walk more – we are already at our destination now”.

We stood in front of a red brick building.  It was an old building – one of the original buildings of the square.  Now it was a restaurant … or rather, some kind of pub-style place.  I was surprised and very angry at the same time.  If he had said that we would be walking such a short distance it would all have been much easier for me and I would not have resisted so much.

We walked through the door to the restaurant, and were greeted by a polite door man.

In the lobby, behind the desk, was a smiling, well-made-up woman.  My companion greeted her and gave her some money – an entrance fee. On the woman’s chest was a “Staff” tag, and when I was near her I heard that she had a very low voice.  I was amazed at her voice, but when I looked closer I noticed that “she” was a man, a cross-dresser. He smiled and said to me “Welcome to the party”.  I smiled and we moved forward into the restaurant hall.  In the hall was a bar, a stage and small dance floor. On the right side was a raised floor a couple of steps high.

There were tables, chairs and benches which had a good view of the restaurant hall.
My companion politely and gently guided me up and invited me to sit on a bench behind a table, which had a large wooden pole next to it. To get in I had to slide myself behind the table.  I realized that the place was chosen for me – as I was sitting between the pole and the guard. I was pleased that I could see very well what was happening in the hall, although I would not be able to take part in it.

I sat upright and curiously watched the restaurant.  Most people were dressed up for the occasion – I saw rubber and latex clothes, high heels, nicely made ​​make-up and hair.  I saw a young man who was wearing black leather … boots, pants, jacket, gloves, all over.  He had long hair worn in a high ponytail. One older man had vinyl pants and a too-tight rubber shirt, and his bare belly visible between the shirt and pants.  There was also a man wearing a brown monk’s robe.  He was organizing the table places and also wore a “staff” tag on his chest.

Between me and the stage, the roof had two chain winches with hooks hung about 2 meters above the ground. I wondered what they were for – they were unlikely to be always there. In addition, on the floor was a variety of devices, like medieval dungeon equipment.  There was even a cage and also peculiar, rotating device.

“The evening is young, there are not yet a lot of people. There should be a lot more when the time is right” said my guardian.

“You’ve never been involved in a fetish party?” He asked.

I replied in the negative, I was so excited.  I sometimes thought that I’d like to go somewhere to a kinky meeting.  Alone, however, I never built up the courage to do it.

He got up and took from his pocket a short chain. He moved to the front of the table and leaned over.  ”Stretch out your legs” he said and I did so and he used a chain and padlock to lock my hobblechain to the table leg. It was a sturdy leg that was bolted onto the floor.  I was locked and secured.

“You have nothing to worry about.  I’m leaving in a little while and will come back. I am confident that you know how to behave correctly. Do not betray my confidence” he said.  I nodded and he left in the direction we had come.

I had a strange, good feeling.  It was nice to see people who also had “weird” and had “kinky” thoughts and dreams.  I tested my leg chains – even though I knew that they would be securely closed. I had already learned that.  I was wishing that my back chain could be a little bit longer, as I had to sit upright all the time.  Also, the chain between my buttocks caused problems – sitting a long time caused the chain to press on my tailbone it and cause pain.  I tried to change my position but the chain stayed there.  My hands were in my lap, I was able to change cuff places a little bit and rub my wrists, it was not bad.

I sat and looked at what was happening.  More people were arriving.  All were dressed in some way specially – it was clear that the party had a dress code.  One man was dressed nicely – all his clothes were black – black cape and hat, but also on his head was a black, tight nylon sock.  He looked good – like a shadowman.

One man approached me.  He was an older man, wearing an old felt hat and leather jacket. He smiled at me and politely asked that if he could distract me – I did not have anything against it and he came to me.  He told me that he had a serious feet and shoe fetish, and asked me if I would like him to rub my feet. He told me that he often rubbed women’s feet at parties like this, and that both the women and he enjoyed it very much.

I had to refuse his offer – I smiled and said that it was a very kind offer but I could not accept it at the moment.  He leaned over to look at my feet and noticed the chain that came from under my skirt and circling the table leg.  He lifted his eyes and looked at me.  ”Wow … now I understand that it’s impossible”.  He kindly took me in the eye and asked ”Is everything okay?” at the same time he saw my chained wrists.

“It’s all very well – I’m sitting here and watching the people.  This is all very interesting and new to me”. I said and smiled.
“Do you need anything? What can I do for you? Why are you sitting there alone?” … So many questions.

I replied that I did not need anything now. His genuine caring made ​​me feel good. Before the questions were too difficult my guard came to the table and greeted the old man, they had seen each other before. They exchanged a few words and the man nodded and left the table.  My guardian smiled at me.  ”He is Spike – a nice guy, a harmless man who was a little worried about you, but he realized that you do not have anything to worry about”.

“Is everything still OK?” he asked “there are a lot more people still to arrive.  We expect that there will also be the person who wants you to meet and get to know you”.

I was nervous about what kind of person wanted to know me. I told him also that I had a problem with the chain between my buttocks. It was difficult for me to sit, and that in addition the short chain at my back was causing me discomfort as I was forced to sit upright all the time.

“About the back chain I can not do anything.  You will have to get used to it. Maybe we can do something for your other problem though – I will need to think about that” he said.

Three women then entered the restaurant. The first women was a bit masculine – she was wearing a black blouse and a long, straight line leather skirt. She had a cane in one hand, and two leashes in the other. The leashes were connected to the two other women’s collars.  One of the women were quite large, well-rounded and lush with short red hair and the other was small and skinny, with glasses and long normal-colored hair.  The large woman was dressed in black and the smaller a white corset and skirt.

In addition, the red haired woman had strong makeup and the other had almost no makeup on her face.  Fine and well-designed package, I thought. A lot of people knew them and they stopped to talk and laugh many times.

My companion picked up his mobile phone and sent a few text messages.  A very short time afterwards I noticed that a couple was walking towards us from the other side of the restaurant.  The woman was the one who had made the plaster mold of my torso. She was dressed in a well-tailored, tight dark skirt suit. She was clearly wearing a tight corset, and her costume looked great on the curvaceous shape of her body.

She had great hair and a small hat that suited her style. Hard makeup, nylon stockings and high heels finished off her costume.  She was like a movie star directly from the 1940s. Her companion was an elegant man, dressed in to the same theme – black suit, white shirt, shiny shoes.    The woman walked over to the table and looked at me.  She was expressionless – she looked at me like an object. My guard opened the lock and took my chain off the table leg.

“She can take you to the women’s room.  You can do your business there, while she considers what you can do with your problem.”

She waited while I slid the table back. When I was on the edge of the bench, she grabbed my back chain and “helped” me up.  It hurt my neck and I almost screamed in pain. When I was standing, she carefully placed my scarf as well as possible.  She once again grabbed my back chain and directed me to walk towards the women’s room.  She walked at my side, but at the same time pushed me so that I had difficulty walking. I was afraid that I would stumble and fall on the floor.

We came to women’s room door, and her companion opened the door for us and we went straight inside. Fortunately, the bigger toilet was free, and we went inside. It was designed for a disabled person so there was enough space.  She directed me to face the wall and knelt down, it was difficult for her because she could not bend down, the corset was so tight.

She lifted my skirt up high “hmmm … no panties”, she said with surprise.  With fast jerks she directed me to sit down, she moved away the chain between my buttocks and I understood without words that it was time to do my thing, so I did a long pee.

“Spread your legs” she ordered me and wiped me dry. I smelled her mild perfume.  It was well-suited to her.

“Sit and wait.”  She took two panty liners from her handbag. “This is a little tricky because you’re not wearing panties”, she said.

I felt a bit embarrassed and said quietly “I was not given the opportunity to wear panties”.  I felt like the little girl who is trying to explain things.  “There is no need to explain, somehow I can believe you”,   she said and almost smiled, it was the first time I saw her being friendly.
“OK, stand up” she helped me, and again directed my face towards the wall. She took the chain between my buttocks and did something with it.  When she had loosened her grip on the chain, I felt that she had stuck the panty liners around the chain.

She let my skirt down, checked that all was well and then grabbed my back chain and opened the door. Again, we walked fast back to our table and she loosened her grip only when I sat back on the bench.  I slid to my place and my guard locked on my table chain once more.

“All is well?” He asked and I nodded.

“All is well”, she said and added ”no panties?”

The guard smiled and said “of course not, her irons should not be opened just because of them”

“Oh yes … rules are the rules …” She said and walked away.

I saw how the seams on her stockings were properly aligned.  She was dressed completely in accordance with the role.  I liked her self-confident style. Many heads turned and followed her walking, and she knew it.

A few new people had arrived inside the restaurant. In front of our table was a red-haired, shortish woman. She was dressed in a leather dress, a kind of corset and boots over the knee. She was very serious and she was focused on the use of a rope, with which she carefully tied a small, thin woman. The woman was the one with the leather skirt who had been led in on a leash earlier in the evening. The small woman was mentally somewhere else, it was obvious she enjoyed the strictness of the ropes and the feeling of helplessness. The woman doing the tying passed a rope around the ceiling hook.  She pulled it tight and the small woman stood up upon the ropes. She hung in the ropes, tied up and enjoyed it.  The woman in the leather dress really knew what she was doing.

Meanwhile, the bigger woman was waiting at a medieval rack. The rack was in two parts and there were holes for the neck and wrists.  The rack was opened and the woman’s neck and wrists were placed in the slots. The leather skirted woman, clearly the Domme, stood behind the rack, and the woman’s neck and wrists were locked into it. The rack was positioned so that she was held leaning forward as if taking a bow – not a comfortable position.

The Domme lifted her skirt and revealed her thighs and butt. She quietly and gently stroked them … Lightly scratching with her fingernails. Then she began to give light blows with the open palm of the hand, slowly extending, adding strength to the hits.

She was holding a leather paddle, it was made ​​from thick and strong leather.  She slapped it sharply on the poor female’s butt, and the woman bit the lip but remained silent. She had many sharp blows to her butt and thighs and finally she groaned in pain. The Domme stopped slapping, while gently stroking her tortured skin. She turned the paddle over and on the other side was fur, maybe a mink … She gently stroked the woman’s sensitive skin with it and the woman purred like a cat with pleasure.  But this was only the beginning ….

The Domme picked up a long rattan cane and gave her many strong strokes with it – so hard that the cane was broken at last.  The red-haired woman yelled and screamed in pain.  She tried to escape from the rack but it was impossible.  The skin of her thighs shivered in pain and she had thick, long red traces from the cane attacks.
The Domme stroked her with the mink paddle and she calmed down. The mink Lady opened the rack and let her go, she put a leash on the woman’s collar. The smaller woman, who was now disconnected from the ropes, reassured the larger woman, they kissed and walked away, leashed. The show was ended.

I was silent for a long time … I think that I even forgot to breathe.  This was really something I had never seen before. I was absolutely dumbfounded!  In a strange way everything was so beautiful and delicate.  I finally sighed deeply and began to breathe normally again.  My companion noticed my reaction and smiled but said nothing.

“Okay, here is a person who wanted to meet you personally”. He said and nodded toward a man standing beside the table.  I was so excited about the recent presentation that I had not even noticed that he stood there.  He had two glasses in his hand, a fun and benevolent-looking man.  He was dressed in black clothing, pants, shirt … all black.  My guard rose from the table and said “I will leave the two of you discuss and explore each other”,  he walked away without a backward glance.

“You look like you need something to drink – I hope orange juice is ok” he said, and smiled.  “You are very friendly but I think that is too difficult for me to drink now”, I replied.
He still smiled and put the glasses on the table.  One had a straw in it.

He sat down next to me and asked “did you like the presentation you just saw?”

“… it was something I had not thought of before … yes, I liked it” I replied. He held up the glass with the drinking straw and directed it into my mouth.  I took a long pull, and nodded thank you.  It all seemed so natural – he did not wonder at all, it felt good.  He clearly knew that I could do with a drink.

I’ve heard a lot about you, your thoughts and experiences. That is why I wanted to meet you in person.  I know you desire to live in bondage and your thoughts about prisoner life.  I understand also how serious you are about these issues.”

“I am sorry that I went straight to the point, but that is me.  I’ll tell you something about myself first. I have long experience in these matters, at a spiritual level, and also in the various techniques and devices.  I have a very large collection of restraints and other relevant equipment. I could even argue that it is Northern Europe’s largest private collection.

Also, I design and manufacture a unique range of metal and steel items and equipment.  I have a company that manufactures precision steel products so that all the necessary machinery and equipment are available to me.”

“But now the more important matter… you.  I know that you’ve practiced self bondage for a long time.  You’ve accepted prisoner treatment by my good friend, and now you sit with a tight chain around your neck, hands and feet locked .. clearly excited at what you see – excited in a positive sense.  I am very curious to know if you feel that it will not end here … or tomorrow.  What if your prisoner’s life continued for a long time, maybe for the rest of your life?”

“Maybe I have upset you by being so direct.  Tell me something else about yourself, your family, your school, workplace … I want to know what you think about normal things.  I told him a lot of things.  Sometimes he interrupted me and asked additional questions. Suddenly he was able to change the subject, we talked about politics … movies, sports, fashion … health care, global warming…and many other ordinary things.

It was very easy to talk to him – I talked about things I had never even thought of.  He gave me a drink, and asked whether I was ok.  He even moved to place the chain behind my butt.  He was very comfortable and safe to be with, and kept good care of me.

There was always something going on in the restaurant. A woman in a leather dress was doing ​​many tying sessions, quickly and with good skill, almost like a conveyor belt – people stood in a line and waited for her to bind them.

“She is Emma, a lot of people know about her skills.  She sometimes does tying sessions in other locations, such as sex fairs etc.  She also knows a lot about corsets, their manufacture and use”.

“Is she a Domme?” I ask.

“so she says” he said and smiled.  “Hmmm – it seems to me that she does not enjoy much of what she does.  Maybe she’s doing it because others like it” I wondering out loud.

A youngish man came on stage dressed in a tight latex dress and high, black, thigh boots. He looked funny because his hair was in a normal short men’s style, and he also had a mustache. He also had strong makeup.  He was the evening’s host. He gave a short speech in which he welcomed everyone and introduced the artist team.

Performance artists from Europe started to do their show. Music played loud and bright lights flashed.  Two women appeared on the stage dressed in colorful latex outfits. Another woman sat in an old wheelchair, she had her arms and legs straight.  Another woman tried to push the wheelchair, but it moved little since its front tyres were flat, they almost fell down.  It was very fun to me, I was sure it was not part of the show. Nobody had checked the condition of the chair before the show.  The performance was a little boring anyway, nice adult entertainment that you could watch on TV.

Binding sessions were still going on in front of the stage. A couple walked in – the man dressed in a perfect old-fashioned suit and a woman in a dark cape. The man took off the cape, revealing the woman’s naked back. Two large hooks were hanging from her back, piercing her skin and flesh.  The hooks were tied to one long rope. The man tied this to a rope which hung from the ceiling.  He started to winch the hook up, and the skin on the woman’s back stretched and stretched, she was quite silent.  The woman stood on tiptoe and the skin on her back was tight when he took a stick and began hitting her buttocks. The woman kept his eyes closed and was completely silent.  This was substantially better than the on-stage performance!
Eventually, he stopped and let the woman down. Where her skin had been pierced there was very little blood. The man put his cape back over her and they kissed and they walked off together.  The woman would not let out a sound the whole time. Again, I was just speechless … maybe even a little shocked.  But I liked the way they acted.  The woman was not afraid, she was resigned completely to his treatment and felt confident that nothing bad would happen.  And the man knew that he can do what he did. Perfect!

My companion looked at me searchingly. He saw how excited I was about what I had seen and he gave me time to calm down.

“Do you want something more to drink … or do you want to visit the ladies’ room …?” he asked.  “If I have to go to the ladies’ room with Rita Hayworth then no thanks. The last time I had to walk with her so fast that I almost fell over!” I said, maybe a little excitedly.

“Rita Hayworth …” he smiled ”,she will certainly take that name as a compliment. Her name is Ilona, and she has done quite the right thing.  Prisoners must walk as quickly as possible in a place with a lot of people.  It means the prisoner must remain focussed on being upright and she can not do anything unpleasant or forbidden”.

“She … Ilona… made my torso plaster model, and now she is here … what else is she?” I asked.

“It’s not my place to tell what she is … she is a kinkster. She has experience in a wide range of issues, and in addition she is your personal guard’s wife”

This was a big surprise, and I was overwhelmed for a moment.  Now I understood why she was surprised that I had no panties.

“But why are they not together here?” I was amazed.

“Maybe because he is with you, but it is none of your business to ask about these things.” he was a little irritated with my curiosity.

The evening continued and turned into night, people continued to party in the restaurant. At the front of the stage a young slave boy danced wildly, alone, he had only swimwear, and on his ankles and wrists were long, lightweight chains.  A bit further away there were two women dancing.  One was wearing a floor length leather skirt and leather corset, and had black hair.  The other women was tall and blond, and had a black rubber corset … they danced, forgetting everything else.  Also on the dance floor was a lonely nun, she smiled and danced a magical dance.  In her hand was a big, black and shiny, rubber penis … now I know what a naughty nun looks like.

Eventually my companion rose from his seat. “Thank you, it was really interesting to meet you and talk with you. Think about things in your own time, especially the first question I asked. Now the night is over on my part, I leave the place … the king has left the building. ”He smiled, winked, and touched me lightly on the shoulder and went away.
He left as quickly as he had come.

My guard came to me almost immediately.

“Ok, the evening is over,” he said, and unlocked the chain connecting me to the table.  He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me up to stand up, I got a pain in the arm and wrist but I did not say anything. As soon as I was standing up, he pushed me forward, toward the door and outside. There were people in the way, but he effectively guided me past them without stopping, I struggled to stay afloat.  The old man who offered to massage my feet looked at me, smiled and greeted me, and touched the edge of his hat to say “goodbye”.

Finally, we were outside in the square and stopped.
“You’re hurting me!” I said.  My ankles, wrists, neck, arms, were like fire.
“Now when we are outdoors, and not close to the people we can walk in peacefully, slowly”.  He loosened his grip on me and walked by my side.  The ground was uneven – the market was cobbled and it was hard to walk, balancing.  I tried for a short distance but finally stopped and sighed. Quiet and in a submissive voice I asked “Can you take me by the arm and lead me?”
He nodded and did so, we walked up to the room without saying anything.

We stepped into the room and he pushed me against the wall, forehead to the wall.
“wait for it”,  he said. Moments later, he again grabbed me by the arm and directed me to the toilet. He lifted my skirt up and pushed me to sit on the toilet seat. ”Tilt to one side and lift yourself off the seat” he said and I did so, and he moved the chain away from between my buttocks.
While sitting upright because the chain was still locked tight down my back, I let the pee come. I was not even thinking about that possibility that I had to do something else, too.  He washed me thoroughly and then wiped me dry, it almost seemed routine.
“Want a drink?” he asked.  I nodded and he took a cup of water and brought it to my lips.  I took a few sips and he took the cup away and then without warning rudely pushed the ball gag in my mouth. He lifted my hair and tightened the strap buckle.

“Cleaning your teeth is now impossible, but it is not necessary for you now” he said.
He put a leather belt on the table.  I had no time to think about what he intended to do before he lifted my skirt up high above my head.  He used the leather belt to tie the skirt like a potato sack.  I was in thick darkness inside the skirt. Everything happened so quickly.

He brought me back to my feet and led me out of the bathroom and back into the hotel room. I was inside the bag but my lower body was completely naked. He pushed me on the bed face down. My wrists were in a lot of pain, they were between me and the bed. I tried to scream but the gag dampened my cry.

He took my shoes off and bent my knees so that my feet were touching my backside. Then I heard him snap a lock closed.  My feet were now locked – he had connected the hobblechain and waist chain behind my back.

Eventually, he turned me onto my back. It helped ease the pressure on my wrists, but it was not easy for my legs.  I found that spreading my legs put me in a better position.

I felt him put his hands on my stomach area, then he moved one hand to stroke my inner thighs. Now his touch was gentle.  He stopped for a moment and went to the bathroom.  I could hear that he took a short shower, and finally came back to me.

He sprayed something on my private area.  I was suddenly scared – panic began to rise again.  H e spread the substance with his hand.  It was cold and slippery, and actually felt good, although I could not tell right away what it was.  It was a shaving cream, and he worked it carefully into my pubic hair There was nothing I could do about it.  Normally I tidy it up once a week but this time he took it all off.  He wiped the foam off with a towel, looked at the results and continued his work until it was all smooth.

I was no longer in a panic – on the contrary, I enjoyed it.
His fingers “got lost” between my lips and he noticed how wet I was … I really liked it all!

Then I felt him push something inside me … some sort of a dildo.  It felt really good, he moved it back and forth … slowly, and at the same time stimulated my clitoris.  He stopped moving the dildo … waiting a moment and then once again he went on, fingers touching my clitoris.  He knew how to be very gentle.  I felt him push something slippery into my anus, it was moving … it was his fingers. He gently pressed his finger towards the dildo inside me.  When he moved his fingers and the dildo at the same time, it felt great. I felt drool running out of my mouth – it was becoming increasingly difficult to breathe – the chain around my neck strangled me when I moved, but it felt so good I was forced to move!
He stopped moving the dildo but continued to work on my anus with his fingers, then I felt a light vibration in the bottom … some kind of massager … it rubbed in my private area, hit the clitoris … I felt that I would explode!
I felt that I could not stand it anymore, but I did not want him to stop!  I tried to lift myself up but the chain was increasingly strangling me, breathing was difficult … I tried to move my hands.  My wrists were like fire. I felt hurt but still wanted him to continue!  He did not stop … He pressed harder on my clitoris … abdomen … and, finally, I came …the largest and beautiful orgasm ever!

I wanted to get up – my muscles were in spasm. Now I really was suffocating – chain strangled me, the ball not allowing me to breathe. I wanted to scream but I could not!
His hands pressed my head down, it eased a bit, I was able to breathe a bit and calmed down.  I was so hot, I was all sweaty.

He got up and went to the bathroom and I heard him washed his hands. He came back to me and opened the leather belt over my head.  I opened my eyes.  My face and hair was wet … I wanted to take a shower.

He turned my head and opened the buckle at my neck.  The ball came out with a lot of saliva and I felt very dirty.  He opened the lock that kept my legs folded. He helped me straighten out my feet … it hurt at first but eventually felt so good!

Eventually, he helped me into a sitting position. He placed a glass of water at my lips and I drank greedily.  I was going to say something, but he lifted a finger against my lips.  “No speech before tomorrow.  If you do not obey I will put the gag back in your mouth”

I was dismayed.  He took the belt and tied the skirt over my head again.

Now I was really shocked!  He urged me to stand and moved me to a chair to sit.  I felt miserable.  I heard how he made his bed for the night, I thought that this was a good sign – at least I would get to sleep. I rubbed my wrists, which were really sore.

Finally he was finished.  He came back to me, lifted me to my feet and led me beside the bed.
“Kneel!” He ordered.  I was so confused I do not obey.  He forced me down on the floor.  I was back in the old place, between the bed and the closet … on the floor.

On the floor was something soft, perhaps a bedspread and pillow. He locked my hobblechain to the bed leg and attached something to my neck chain and I heard a second lock click.  He had locked it to the bed as well.

I wanted to scream but I remembered what he said … and I knew that he would do it if I did not obey.  I tried to get into a position where I could sleep, but it was difficult. The cuffs and chains on my wrists hurt me.  Furthermore, it was humiliating that my lower body was naked and without any coverage.

I had such a nasty feeling that I cried … that he had not banned.

I was sleeping – I did not think that I would be able to do that, but I woke up when I heard the door sound.  After a while, I felt him handle the chain around my neck.  He opened it and the leg chain.
“Prisoner, it is time to wake up”, he said. “I ordered room service for breakfast.  It is time to enjoy it”.
He lifted and helped me up, opened the belt and dropped my skirt down.
“Toast, omelette, coffee and juice – a prisoner could not wish for better” he said, and pushed me into a chair.
“Show me your wrists”.  He grabbed my hands and said “squeeze your hands into fists, open them and move your fingers.”

I did so.

“Well, all intact and functional”

“My wrists hurt so much” I said, tears in my eyes.

“I have not given you permission to speak!” He said sharply “I think your hands are in good condition, they will remain locked until you’re at home”.

He put the omelette on bread and lifted it to my mouth.  I bit a piece. He waited patiently for me to eat all the bread, then he gave me some juice. A bit spilt on my shirt and skirt, but he did not care.

He grabbed me by the arm then and led me to the toilet, and the same routine was repeated – I peed, and he wiped me.  When I stood up I saw myself in the mirror.  I looked terrible!

My hair was a mess, make-up all over my face, my eyes swollen from crying.  He did not care, we stepped back into the room and he said “face towards the wall!” and pushed my head so that it hit the wall “Stay!”
He opened the door and directed me into the corridor. ”Now we walk to the lift, then the back door and directly to the car”.  He pushed me forward. Inside the elevator I was afraid that someone would come in and see me. I was ashamed of myself and how I looked.

No one came and we arrived at the car.  I was restrained with the same routine again but this time he left off the short chain at my neck. In addition, he locked the hobble chain so that the chain did not slip.  Finally, he adjusted the seat right forward, so my legs did not have any room to move.

“Wait , look forward and down!”

I pulled my head down, I could not do it much because of the chain still tight from my neck chain down my back, but I could see that my black velvet skirt was in a terrible condition – dried saliva, dropped food.  I looked like I’d slept in the midst of garbage at a landfill. I was so sad that I could not do anything about it… except cry.

He went to pick up our bags and check out of the hotel.

He did not say anything when we drove towards the highway.
Eventually, on the freeway, he began to speak “you must be embarrassed about what happened … I’m honest with you I do not make things beautiful. You have a dream, of a fantasy life as a chained prisoner. On this journey you have seen and experienced a lot of things. Yesterday evening, what I did at the hotel, was a reward for good behavior. What happened after is an example of what a prisoner’s life can be.  Everything can change quickly, and that was not the worst possible situation. I want you to know that.”

I stared forward, and sat silently, in the uncomfortable position enforced by the chains, and I counted minutes when all this would be over.  I wanted to at home.  I felt really miserable. We had driven for some time, when he pointed out the window to the right side of the car.  We saw a group of pale brown brick buildings.

“Women’s Prison, although there is now a department for male prisoners too.  Did you know that there are 3 women in the same small cell there, and there’s not a toilet seat, just a bucket which is used by the prisoners?”

“I’ve heard about it, yes.” I replied”, I have also heard that there have been complaints about it to EU Affairs.  In the same cell may also be small children under 2 years old children, it’s awful.”
It felt good to talk, I did not have to worry about my own misery.

“What’s awful? The fact that inside the prison are small children?”

“No, but that the children live in such conditions, it is not their fault that the mother is in prison,” I replied.
“Hmmm … So does the mother get better conditions if they have a small child? Because that is when every woman who knows they will be placed in jail tries to become pregnant?” he asked.

I had no answer.

Eventually we arrived at my apartment building’s yard. He drove the car near the front door. I could see people outside . I did not want them to see me.  He understood this and waited for the right moment. Then he unlocked me, took my bag and led me home.

When we were inside he ordered “go down on your knees”, placed my face to the wall.  “Cross your ankles”.

It was a difficult position, I leaned my forehead on the wall … I was very tired.
“Listen to me.  I will put on the table three keys – one fits the hand and leg irons, one your collar chain and one of the other locks. When I leave, you can get up and open the locks. Take the necklace off and treat your skin condition.

You had something planned next weekend with a friend? ”

I nodded.

“Ok, I will wait for you next Thursday night from 07:00 pm at my house.  You know the address.  Lock the collar chain around your neck, and bring all the keys with you.  The irons, chains and locks keep here.  If you do not come to me, that is OK, then I will know that you do not wish to continue your journey to a chained prisoner’s life, but if you come, we’ll continue where we left off”.

He put his hand on my shoulder … and then went away.  The door was closed.

I was in the same position for a long time, I just could not get myself to move.  Eventually I got my legs to move but I was too exhausted to stand up. I went on my knees beside the chair, and then finally I got up.  The keys were on the table, just as he said, neatly lined up near the edge of the table.  I took the key and opened the handcuffs, it was no coincidence that the keyhole was down, I thought. He thinks of everything.
It was a great feeling to get my hands free! I counted … more than 24 hours chained!

I rubbed my wrist and watched them, what an awful condition they were in!  I picked up the second key and opened the chain locks in the back –  neck, waist and hobble chain, and finally removed the chain from my neck.  I could not even remember how long it had been around my neck.  Under the chains were bruises everywhere.

I took off all my clothes, the shoes too. I went to bed to rest and reflect, think about what had happened.  A lot of new things, beautiful things, wonderful things, new people, really great moments of satisfaction, but also pain, suffering, humiliation.  I fell asleep in my own safe bed.

When I woke up it was already evening, I went to the shower, I took care of my neck and wrists. I made food and ate it, I enjoyed being alone.  I could not decide whether the trip was horrible or wonderful, it confused me because I knew what I had to endure.  I went back to bed, the leg irons still on my ankles … it felt good.

Chapter 5/2

First of all, I took the mobile phone, and "hid" it in the kitchen, up on a cupboard. I stood up on a chair that I got it pushed as far as possible.
The new extra rule: the prisoner is not entitled to use the phone.

I stepped down from the chair and moved it away.
I picked up the baby food bottles, set of 2, the content of about 2 dl ... it does not have much but maybe I will not earn any more.
From the previous session I learned that I opened the bottles. I closed them gently and placed them in the table.
Next, I took my clothes off, I tied my hair up and went to the shower. I took a long shower and I washed myself thoroughly, I came into my mind that it was some kind of ritual ... The last cleansing before the penalty.
I do not hurry, a dry myself in front of the mirror and watched myself. I saw a normal womens body, I'm not perfect, I think maybe I'm too skinny ... I would like that my body would be more "curvy" but in any case I'm just a normal woman. The only annoying thing was the fact that I had bruises all over… wrists, arms, neck, knees, ankles .... They may not be a normal woman's bruises.
In my opinion, bruises are not a bad thing, they remind me of what I am. They can be hidden under clothing but still they are there.

I watched the chains that were on the table. I took the collar chain and I put it around my neck, it felt good. I had been a moment without it, and now I noticed that I had missed it.
I toured it around my neck, and I put the lock in place behind my neck. Before I click on it I added to the end of a long chain of the same lock.
Collarchain did not feel tight, and it seemed like a good fit. I felt the weight of the chain on the neck but it is not strangled me. Long chain hanging from my behind my back, it went up on the floor.

Next, I took the leg irons and I put them on my ankles. Cuffs lock mechanism clicks rhythmically when I tightener it, I think it's a beautiful sound, somehow soothing voice.
I reached behind the back of the chain, and I went it around my waist, narrowest position. I kept chain back onto my back and I took the shape position, with a straight back.
I tightener the chain between the neck and the waist, and I put the lock to chain loops and clicked it shut. Chain was now securely locked.
I realized immediately that I had made a mistake, the chain was very tight in my waist and the chain between the neck and the waist seemed to be very short.
I could not bend over at all, as soon as I tried my collarchain tightened around my neck! I had to calm myself, now I can not get panic.
After some contemplation, I went to bed, in my belly. Position felt good, and the feeling of panic went over.
I rested there for a moment and think about it. I felt I was excited, sexually, and I wanted to touch myself. I did it, but at the same time I remembered it why I'm in that situation ... Prohibited, penalty, prisoner, rules, chains, shackles, behavior ... things spinning in my head and I finally got up.

Chain hanging from my waist to the floor. I descended down on my knees and painstakingly went around the chain loop hobblechain around.
I picked the lock and lock it.
Only the handcuffs were left. I took them and lock cuffs around the right wrist. I put my hands behind my back and put a handcuffs between my back and the chain.
The position was difficult because the handcuffs were now above the waistline.
I had trouble getting left wrist to the right place, when I finally managed to do so I stopped to think that what I'm doing ... Do I have to actually do this?
I became disappointed in my own thinking and in the end I became angry to myself and clicked handcuffs onto my wrists around.

Done! Judgment has begun, there is no return. If I had done the right thing as soon as additional penalty would not be needed, I can only blame myself!

I was on my knees on the floor, hands behind my back in a difficult, useless position. When I tried to get my hands below, the chain around my neck choking me. I've got to keep my hands high, and it is really difficult.
If I tried to bend my upper body, the result was the same as soon as: collar strangled me. I could not bend my head forward as the collar tightened immediately.

I was able to sit on the knees and legs or rise higher using the muscles in my thighs, that's all. I was crying, I set myself very awkward position. I do not even know how I would up from the floor.
Every movement caused the collar tightened, but at the same time I knew that I can not be in this position for a long time.
If I fall uncontrollably may have bad consequences ... bent arm may snap or go dislocated ... maybe I have to position where I can not get out and slow strangulation.
Fear and panic began to rise ... if I yell for help, what would happen?
Maybe someone would hear me and eventually would call for help ... Police?... Fire department? They would break the door and saw me naked and exposed.
I will be saved, but at the same time should be public ... tabloids write about the crazy young woman who almost strangled herself while playing secret bondage games!
I wonder how embarrassing it would be my parents and the rest of the family ... but on the other hand, it is better that the strangled on slowly here, and they will find me dead in here? maybe after week... Then, when my dead body smells so bad that the neighbors would make a complaint.
Not a very pretty picture of the future, I cried silently and cursed myself. At the same time I burst into hysterical laughter: initially I had planned that I put gag in my mouth ... it would have solved the yell for help- problem once and for all!
I had to stop the hysterical behaviour! I bender on my back and the back of my neck chain came loose as soon as I feel better, maybe a chain basis for cerebral blood flow and oxygen supply.
Anyway, I was able to think more clearly now.
I did not cry for help ... I will fight and abide by it, one of the night and day ... its only 24 hours. I am able to do it, and so no one will know how crazy I am!

The first thing is that I have to stand up, I can not stay here. I used my thighs and I got higher up ... I transferred my weight to the left and at the same time I tried to move my right foot hooked in front, but the leg irons limited the movement and I was almost fall over my side!  I moved my feet back and I got the balance again, I had to re-adjust my back and rest for a moment ... to think about.
Everything was so difficult! my shoulder was like a fire, hurt on the wrists, throat, strangled .... Panic was again very close to me but I calmed myself.

Sofa ... the sofa using I can may up! I went slowly "walk" with my knees unto the sofa ... movement as it was surprisingly hard but I got through.
I was in front of the sofa, on my knees, and I was not sure what to do next. Then I move onto the front edge of the sofa, and I measured accurately ... the sofa height was almost my waist line level… If I fall forward ,my upper body can rest a moment so that I do not have to worry about tightening the back chain and collar.
But what if I'm wrong? I pour myself ... and something goes wrong, the collar is strangling me, I will lose consciousness and die. Actually, it would be merciful death. Then, already imagining how I'd show the week after, when someone "find" me ... half-decomposed, nude body into the couch, my own waste on the floor ...
No way! I have to get it!

I consider myself an incentive… and I fell straight on the sofa seat section.
My forehead hit the backrest and the head was bent back position.
Great! position suited me very well because now, the collar was loose and I do not not have to make an effort because of it!
I congratulated myself in a wonderful performance, I'm still stuck, but now I do not need the muscle to do extra work.
I rested there for a while, it felt good. At the same time I knew that I must try to do something on my arms and wrists ... I do not would take the pain no longer produced for a long time.
I tried to relax my arms and shoulders, it helped a lot ... when I got to the correct position, wrists, palms outward, my upper arms were able to rest on the couch with me.
My position is not certainly looked good but it was a luxury to me! I do not know how long I rested, maybe even slept there for a moment.
Cuffs hurt my wrists, waist chain felt uncomfortable, poor head posture caused by neck pain. In addition, cuffs at the ankles hurt me when the ankle was on against the floor, it was the thing that I was able to change the feet moving.

I did not want to make a move, I was afraid that something goes wrong and make my situation worse.
I wonder what I could do in terms of the wrists… How the escape artist gets out of the shackles. Some of them use fake cuffs, of course, but what about the others? I also know that some get his/her thumb out of place in such a way that slips off the wrist cuffs .... Well, I can not do it.
Some of the artists have a spare key hidden somewhere ... clothing or elsewhere...well, not me.
I laughed when I thought that what I could hide a key, naked ... inside me? ... into the anus or vagina. It would be possible, but now is not so.
At the same time I had another stupid idea: maybe next time I put keys in some sort of capsule and I swallow it.
I'd have to wait in chains that the keys run through me, how long it would take? .... I do not know, maybe it will have to try it sometime.
Back to escape artists were ... some people know how to pick locks open with a piece of iron wire, maybe using paper clip,.
Also I know, or I think I do know that some of the handcuffs can be opened in such a way that spike of the paper clip pushed between nailratches of the lock.

Well ... my hands are now in such a difficult position that I did not do anything handy finger acrobatics.
When I was stuck I made the observation what I already knew ... I was sexually excited, I was not furious but still in heat. I noticed again how much I like the fact that I'm chained and locked.
I think about and planned the next move, I not moved in but I wondered frantically. I want the pain out of my wrists.

I lost track of time, I did not have any idea what time it is. From the outside was still bright, so the evening was not yet
Since the movement was difficult and even dangerous I had to think carefully about what to do next. However, I can not wait for this position tomorrow.
I move my fingers, they felt numb. A bad position… because I had the palms outward edges of the irons were etched in my wrists from the inside, there was a large blood vessels and tendons.
Second option was worse that my collar to strangle me, and I do not feel it anymore, my brain does not receive enough oxygen and it affects the blood stream.
I tried to swallow, it was difficult because my mouth was dry, but I managed, however. I said my name out loud, sounded strange, but I was able, however, to do so. I made the conclusion that I am not a strangulation, and my brain are doing very well.
The second conclusion was the fact that I need to get something to drink, I can not stand for 24 hours without a drink.

OK ... I made myself a worksheet:

first of all have to do something wrists, and hands.
-The second thing is to get a drink and food.
-Thirdly, I need to visit the toilet.
-Fourth, I need to figure out how I spend my nights so that I do not strangle myself.
I do not hurry, perhaps it is best to think about things clear before I do anything.
Wrists ... Fortunately I was left cuffs loose so that I can turn my wrists in them.
Maybe I can fit something between my wrists and cuffs… cardboard, strong paper, , that spreads the the pressure so that the sharp edges do not feel bad.
Where do I get a strong paper ...? Studying books! I can use their covers!
Where are the books? ... In my bag which is the other side of the sofa, Good!
The next thing ... How can I get something to drink and something to eat? Water comes from the tap, the bathroom or the kitchen.
I have to get up so I can get the water, at the same time I am able to take a jar of baby food on the table.
What else do I need to do ...? toilet come same time trip, fortunately I've been eating for a long time only a little, now there is no need to empty myself.

Sleeping at night ... I was trying to think of how I'll get through it. If I try to sleep on my back so my hands are at my back under my back so I would have to bend slightly backwards and it would solve the problem of my collar strangulation. Unfortunately I can not try it because then cuffs maybe can tighten my wrists too much, they are not double locked.
In addition, the position could be very uncomfortable and painful.
So the only option is to be in my stomach, one way or another ...
If I try to sleep in bed I have to first of all make a pillow so that my head is back, as is now. But how can I get in bed ... or up from the bed? chained in this way makes all movements of struggle.
One option (and probably the best) is that I will come back to this place and position. Maybe I can do something that will improve my position.
I can try ... I can always try something.
The plan is ready, now I just have to start it made.
...But I do not want to start anything, I do not want to move because I know that it hurts.
I am in some inexplicable way settled in this position and state. I'm afraid move.
How long have I been in this position? ... I do not have any idea, maybe I imagine but I think that becomes blurred , the sun goes down ... if so, I've been here for hours!

I was crying quietly, I cried because I knew that I had to move and I knew that it hurts me.
I tried to encourage myself ... aches and pains are just phases of matter, they can endure! I have to take it!
I push off the back muscles and I started to get up. I got maybe half way when I felt that I can not do it, I bent forward and at the same instant collar began to strangle me. I tried to push the pace on his forehead more and eventually I was able to stand on end. I was on my knees in front of the couch and my neck shouting for help. I had been in a bad position for so long that now I was really stuck my neck.
I struggled in it, and almost fell over, my locked hand tried instinctively to move and it caused more pain to my wrists …wrists were turned into the fire!

My tears flowed, I felt the pain in many places, but still, I did it! Again, I felt a strange pleasure and satisfaction in the midst of pain.
What's next ...? I gasped heavily and I was wondering ... I waited for the pain to stabilize.
Up, I have to stand up so I can drink ...
Now I do not have to worry about falling when I rise, I can rely on the sofa.
The tilting myself to the side and moved my leg so that I can stand up, I knew that hobblechain limited movement and I knew how to prepare for it. I got both feet down on me and I was squatting next to the sofa. a piece of cake, I congratulated myself ... Now legs stretched so I can walk to the bathroom.

I used my thighs and I got up, stand up, but at the same hobblechain also raised and ankle cuffs coming up and hurt my ankles.
Connecting chain between the waist and the hobble was too short, I had made a mistake!
I could not straighten my legs, the knees were slightly hooked when I tried to get them straight. Then hobblechain was up and my ankles together side by side.
So that I am able to walk I have to keep the knees well bent, I tried to take a few steps back and I burst into tears.
I had to keep the upper body flexed, hands behind his back and the top of my feet are restricted, knees bent. I felt that I am trapped. Perhaps this is all too much for me ... I may have to take any more. I have to get the rest, to! I took a short painful and cumbersome steps and sat astride the sofa arm.
My right leg was standing straight on the floor and left leg bent on the couch. Connector chain was slided next to left ankle and was thus higher now.

I sat there, looking at the ceiling and let my legs rest. It felt so good! My upper body was still in a difficult position, for I can not help it, I was already accepted.
I Noticing as I tried to move my crotch so that I could get the pressure up higher and closer to clit but it was impossible. In spite of all the pain I was like as horny cat.
It was new to me. It's not that I was horny but the pain and fear may also affect me in this way… It's that I like bondage was not news to me.

When I had calmed down it I had to make a new plan, or at least think about it. As the screaming pain in my wrists were now a priority.
My bag was on the floor ... if I want to take something from there I need to settle down on the floor ... I do not want to do that. At the same time I saw a postcard that my mother had sent me while on holidays, there was also another postcard. Long live the old-fashioned mail! Long live the mother!
The cards were some 1.5 meter away from me, close but still very far away ...
The plan is simple: I get up, I walk over to the table, I get the baby food and cards, I walk into the bathroom and sit the toilet seat..
I was training my fingers, pressing mant times my fingers in a fist, and I opened them. I did not want to drop the goods.
I move myself back and stood up. It was a very difficult position but still I went out to move forward towards the table. When I was a table next to me I noticed that I can not get cards, they were too far away.
A major sense of frustration and helplessness came over me, it is a difficult thing to note how helpless I can be. I felt the collar chain strangled me, I was letting my inattention to position ... perhaps now would be the time to give, give darkness to come…

NO!
I'm not staying here, I healed my posture, my back while I bender back in the "right" position. I was able to breathe again, and everything seemed better. I need to focus on!
I looked again postcards, I can not use my hands on them, they are useless, but I can try to move cards using my mouth ... nose… or something.
The problem is that in the end, I have to bend over so I can get them and bending over cause strangulation and pain.
Since my apartment is small, the table is small and round-shaped, one strong leg in the middle of the table. I was happy about it now.
I breathed deeply and got ready to my ordeal. I wonder how I hit my correct position, everything has to be done quickly, I'm trying to get the cards in my mouth.
I moved a little backwards, I pulled the last strong breezes and leaned towards the cards. Strangulation feeling hit me right away but I still went on, and reached cards in my mouth.
I pressed my nose against the cards, and I was trying desperately to get a grip on them using my lips.
I did not success. The blood was roaring in my head, neck hurt ... felt that the eyes will pop out of my head. I panic and I lost control of my body. I collapsed on the table and it fell over. Table slapped hard in my thighs and at the same time I struck my cheek and my nose in a desktop.
The end result was that I was on my knees on the floor, a table had fallen against my thighs and my cheek was resting on the angled table top...This was not a bad result, I was able to rest now, because the table gave me support.
Table were the goods were now .. on the floor, somewhere.
I could not look down, but I felt something against my leg. It is baby food jar that was opened when it fell.
Postcards I had no sightings. If there had been something good now, so I was close to the bag and studying books.
I tried to avoid the hysterical attack, I pressed my cheeks against the table top, and I enjoy the coolness, it calmed me.
I was in some kind of a light stupor until I got hit by cramps in my muscles. It was my luck that I leaned to the table, otherwise I would have fallen down. I tried to relax myself and I will move the hands as much as possible. My wrists were like on fire, as well as the waist and ankles. I realized that I can not leave it at that.
I had not been drinking for a long time, if I do not get to drink, cramps in my tortured muscles will always be worse.
I also have to eat something, the food is on the floor so at least I know that where I'm to find it.

OK. The new plan is this: I need to go lie on the floor in side position. Then I can get access to my bag is on the floor. I can take the book which is in my bag and rip on the covers off. Then I try to get put the strong paper (soft cover book) between the cuffs and my wrists. Then, the prize of success, I enjoyed a meal that is already served to me on the floor

. The first thing is that I have to get out under to table, fortunately is a light table.
I stretched myself and simply stood up straight knee position. Table swept off my tights on the floor.
Now, I did not have any more support to lean on. I moved closer to the couch again and I planned to lie down to go by. Relying on the sofa I got my feet out of under me.
I was sitting on the floor, legs bent. I could not get the legs straight as connectorchain blocked it. It was already too short, and now, as I sit chain goes around my butt and was shortened more.
But now I realized that my locked hands are really close to the bag.
It is better to make wrist protection- things when I am sitting.
Suddenly phone alarm ... I'm fright the sound. Phone was high, top of the cupboard, and I had no chance to answer it. I am transfixed and listened to the voice, just like mine moving would have revealed that what I do here.
At the same time, I had a good feeling that someone misses me ... and a bad feeling that I can not answer the phone.
Miserable feeling came over my thoughts ... I sat helplessly on the floor and cried.
Then I tried to cheer up my thoughts, and I said to myself, "I do not cry, I have already dehydration, I do not waste tears! I'm not helpless, perhaps the highly restricted to ... but I'm not helpless!"

I continued resolutely book-project, and finally I got one book out of my bag, I had to do a lot of work, and it increased the pain in all places where the steel was against my my skin. I sweated ... mainly because of pain, but also because I had to work a lot.
"more dehydrated," I thought anxiously.
Rip the book behind my back, with limited movements, it is surprisingly difficult to do.
I was afraid all the time that I drop the book, its recovery would be another painful work more.
In the end, I had a book in the hands and of two loose soft covers. I gave the book drop to the floor.
After all of that work in my wrists were very anguished, fire is a mild expression of the pain. I could not stop, the work had to be completed ... I could not begin to think about the pain now!
I bender covers roll, I forced them into the form, and they were ready to be put in place.
I put another cover on top of bag gently and I began left hand to push the cover between my right wrist and cuff. It was a great success!!
I did the same to the other wrist.
Wrists were still sore, but the feeling was quite different, now cuffs pressure had a much wider area, the edges is not felt at all.
I sat there and I congratulated myself, I cried again, but this time with happiness. I felt like I gained a great victory.
At the same time I noticed again how excited I was about all this ...

“Now is the time for celebration and a prize”, I thought, and I began to plan it how I get down on the floor. I turned around a semi-circle to using my legs, I noticed that it was easy because the hard floor was wet because my sweat and other bodily fluids may have.
Then, the next I was trying to land gently on my back my, it did not work quite as I planned, so I fell on my back. I heard how the handcuff snapped a little tighter, but I did not feel anything so I was not worried about that, cuffs, however, were quite loose.
Baby food jar had next to my head, some food had flowed on the floor but still inside jar was food. Cover width was maybe 3 cm-4 cm, and my plan was that I will turn my head to get the jar upside down in my mouth, then turn face up and the food falls in my mouth. I worked to jar in the correct position, my head movement was very restricted to because of the back chain and collar prevented it but in the end I managed. Triumphantly I bought a jar between my teeth and turned my face up.
At first nothing happened, but then all the food came at a time in my throat and I got a gag reflex, I could not swallow anything, and I got a cough attack.
Jar fell out of my teeth and the food splashed on my face, hair and chest.
Last I was able to breathe again, and I tried using my tongue to get the food my lips.
I did not get any food eaten, I had only managed to mess up everything!
I was angry at myself, and I got some kind of tantrum ... I struggled hard, and I cursed myself.
Eventually I calmed down, so much so that I laughed to myself: it was good that I was locked and chained like this ... otherwise I might hurt myself!
But somehow I need to get something to eat, food is on the floor, next to me, and maybe even my under me so I have no choice, I had to try to lick and eat it from the floor. .
I moved my left arm more than the back and at the same time I pushed the legs so that I got to the side position. Then I'll lean back, put my cheek on the floor and began to eat, I was hungry but the food was so little!
I was thinking that when these floors are washed, I have lived here for several months now and I have not washed them properly ever, only wiped sometimes. Now, I licked it.
Food was in my face and hair, but I did not care. I was hungry and tried to lick as much as possible.
In the end I was ready, the floor has never been so clean from that spot!
This position was not bad, my arm under me tired but otherwise the position was quite comfortable. I rested there for a moment, I collected the strength the next effort. I need to go to the bathroom, where I can drink.
I turned my back to lie down again, and I pushed my toes under the sofa.
I got there support and I was able to the abdominal muscles using raise up to a seated position.
I suffer from small muscle cramps, and I knew that they are getting worse and bigger if I do not get drunk a lot of water.
Standing up getting out went surprisingly easily, I walked toward the bathrooms. Walking was not very nice because I had to bend my back backwards and keep the legs slightly bent, then I was able to move forward with short steps.
Leg-irons hurt my ankles as they rose high up. Luckily trip was not long, at the same time I was happy wrists sheds, they work just fine!
Walked like Daisy Duck, I finally got across the bathroom and I was happy when I saw that I had left the shower up the wall.
I went under the shower and control the water temperature to cold, water taps and control were perfect with my hands above! Made as chained user!
I opened the tap so that the shower leaked into the cold water slowly. Cold water did not feel very comfortable on my head and shoulders more when I moved a little and tilt the head back more water flowed right into my mouth. The previous gag reflex of seeing, I took just a little water in my mouth and swallowed it, then again, I took more.
Cold water tasted and felt great!
I stood there for a long time and I enjoy my triumphant achievements.
I control the temperature of the water and I took a hot shower, it was unfortunate that I could not wash my hair because of a baby food but still I enjoyed the shower, I was hoping that the water washes it all away. I felt the need to pee, looked at the toilet seat and I noticed that it has a lid on top. I did not want to exacerbate the with so I come to pee, I smelled the scent of warm as it flowed down my thighs along and mixed with water.
It sickened me that I was not able to wash myself with soap but I could not do anything about it, I only had to adjust to it.
Finally, I drank even more water, and I closed the tap.
I could not use a towel so I had to wait to be dry.
I looked at myself in the mirror, my hair was wet but seemed clean., it makes me feel good.
At the same time I noticed that my nose had become a spot of dried blood, maybe it was more, I had not noticed it. In addition, my cheekbone were light bruise. I had hit my face on the table pretty hard.
"No problem," I said to myself, "Nothing has been broken."

I did not know what time it is, I only have a cell phone clock and it is now out of me.
In any case, it is now late, and a time to think about sleeping ... or at least how I have overnight.
I do I try to rest in bed or, I go back to the couch, in a difficult position?
... Couch is a safe option, but maybe I could find a better position in bed ...
I felt myself very tired, I would not fight now, much longer.
Bed seemed like a good option but still I decided to go over to the couch.
... in bed could happen so that I strangled on my sleep. I can not accept it!

I went to wobble toward the bed, I took two pillows with me, I was fortunate they were close to the bed edge.
When I used my hands again I felt pain in the wrists, it surprised me, I had already used to the fact that the handcuffs are not hurt them.
I realized what had happened, the book covers were strong paper but they were soaked water in the shower. Now they were in soft mass.

Yet another example of my own stupidity!

I can not do anything about it ... I can not do more, I need to get some rest.
I tried to lay out pillows so that I can rest my head in it. A second pad dropped on the floor.
Next, I landed on my knees in front of the sofa, sighed deeply, and I gave my upper body to the fall down on the couch.

Perfect! The pillow was on the floor now, my ankles below, it prevented my leg irons depression of skin.
The pillow under of my head improved considerably compared to the previous position.
The success gave me a new joy and confidence, I can do here waiting for the mail brings the envelope to me!

I rested immobile, trying to accustom myself to the idea that I am in the position for many hours.
My wrists were not happy, they were sore. The handcuffs were perhaps too tense when I wriggled on the floor, then I did not feel it as the shields were there.
Suddenly I started to think about it, maybe I already have my wounds in the wrists, cuffs edges may have rubbed or cut my skin ... if the papermass is toxic, I can get blood poisoning ... I may have already gained!

Well ... I can not do anything about it now. Besides, I have never heard of that paper pulp could be dangerous.
I sedative myself , and I began to think about it differently ... if the wrist is out of the skin, and now it has a dark mass of paper that might be absorbed by my wrists, under the skin. Is it the same thing as a permanent tattoo?
It is not the idea shocked me, I even smiled when I thought about it.
One of my secret dreams is that I would have tattooed shackles of my body.
Full size in the "bands" on the neck, wrists, waist and ankles, perhaps also thighs, and above the elbow. Width of perhaps 4 cm, 8 cm at the waist.
In addition, tattooed chains that connect all of these.
So I had always secretly full shackles, permanent solution that could hide under clothing but I never feel free, to.

Another idea would be that the tattoo Y - form a chain between the nipples and clit.
It could be a thinner chain, like a jewel.
It would be beautiful and it is surprising that I have not seen anything like it, not even picture that.
Yeap ... crazy mind, crazy thoughts. Eventually, I fell asleep.

Text message!
I woke up when I heard that the cell phone beep. I tried to move but I could not do it, my body was completely numb.
Slowly, I gathered myself together, I started to move my toes, ankles, knees ... fingers, etc. In the end I felt that I am alive again, I survived overnight!

I still do not know what time it is, in any event, the sun was already high in the sky, beyond the clouds. No one would send a text message if you would not have even a day ...
I figured out my head and my thoughts, perhaps it is already time when mail to come.
My wrist and my arm shouted help, every little movement added to their pain. My neck was just locked because of a difficult position, but at least I had received inhalation all night. The brain is okay, I guess I do not feel any pain otherwise.

I was to remain there for at and listened to the sounds of the staircase, maybe I can already hear the postman walks there.
…Maybe the post  has already come, and the envelope is on the floor in front of the door!
I have to get up to watch and check it!
I fought against the pain, and I forced myself to get up. I got to the door, and was disappointed I had to say that there was no mail. There is nothing!
I returned to the couch and sat back in the armrest, armrest was my crotch and again I felt a strange frenzy, I was trying to get the weight more to the front and in the end I was close to fall down on my face on the floor.
Big frustration feeling came over me, I could give any if I could now touch me, or even better, someone would touch me… properly ... relieve me of this pressure!

Cell phone rings ... I burst into hysterical laughter: at least someone thought of me at the right moment! It is sad that he can not help me now!
Of course, I could not answer the phone, and in the end it was silent. I heard steps in the staircase again but they did not stop me at the door.
Horror came over my thoughts, maybe a letter will not come today! Did I make a mistake? ... I remember that I wrote the name and address. I remember that I bought and I glued a postage stamp. Was the stamp right? First-class mail will be the next day, a second-class mail later ... I might be in a hurry I bought the wrong stamp???? Perhaps the letter is not come until tomorrow!
24 hours more waiting ... I can not stand it!
Panic was again very close, but I tried to fight it off.
.... I have not been able to be so stupid that I would buy the wrong stamp, what else could go wrong? … Weight! Cheapest stamp has a strict weight limit, the first letter was one of the key, and it fell below the limit ... in this letter has two keys and it is heavier! If it is too heavy for I can get it only when I have been redeemed by the post office .. So, I never!
What other options would be ....?
One of my friends told me that his friend, who works at the postal center, have been told that a mail sorting machine "eats" mail ... machines can become a fault and because of destruction of mail, is particularly acute in the envelopes with some loose stuff inside.
Post a job persons whose task is to find out of the destroyed mail.
I am sure that my mail has been made so! ... sometimes weeks to get thatkin person wonders for my my keys and eventually throw them in the garbage.
Now, I am no longer able to prevent panic creeping up, I cried, I lost my posture and collar started choking me ... I tried to scream but I could not get any sound out. I fell on the couch, I was half on my tummy and the other side with, the face part of the seat and backrest corner.
I was lucky that I fell so that I could not move, I was back to the position where I was able to breathe.
I cried at the same time I was able to calm myself, difficult, very restrictive position helped me, I felt the couch hugged me.
I calmed down and was silent still, I enjoy the tight hug ... I maybe even slept a little bit.
All seemed unnecessary and useless, I'm thinking that this release is felt. It is easy to give up. I'm here until all of the pain and the pain is gone. I felt totally relaxing and I found a wonderful state of affairs. I was sure that the collar is strangling me even though I do not feel it anymore, I'm relaxed and I give up. I do not fight anymore. I was so relaxed that I felt how my urine flowed out of me, it was absorbed in the sofa, cushion, a ... I do not care anymore.

Cell phone rings! I do not know how long it has been played but in the end it became quiet.

I woke up out of a warm dormancy. I remembered the feeling I had before the phone bothered me. It brought me back to real life ... and pain.
I decided to try something else, maybe I'll get up and go close to the door.
Call for help until someone alert the police or fire department. It's a shame, but still, maybe the only way to cope with this.
Couch did not want to let me get up, I struggled and wriggled for a long time until I got down on my knees on the floor and on up to stand.
I was determined, and I left with difficulty to walk towards the door.
I went as close to the door as possible, all of a sudden I felt something under my feet ... Post!
... I excitedly feel the feet using the mail, and in the end I felt the envelope. I collapsed on the floor, I do not know how but I was sitting next to the envelope and tried passionately to get it to my fingers.
I no longer cared about the pain, even though I would have bitten my hand off the handcuffs (if I could), I got a hand iron key in my right hand, and in the end it using the left wrist open. Now, I was able to straighten my arm, it was surprisingly difficult and, if possible, even more painful. I cried out in pain, I quit, I bit my lower lip, and I forced my arms tightly to move.
Eventually, they work so well that I was able to hand off all the locks and chains.
I rested on the floor, I enjoy the fact that I was able to be free in any position. I was tired and listless, amused, I thought that this is a good feeling, I have had only a few times, good and massive orgasm after.

I enjoy my feeling a long time until I got curious, who called me at the right moment? I got up and tried to take the phone off cupboard, but my arm did not work, it was impossible to get them high up.
I decided to take a hot shower, where I try to stretch my muscles in shape.
I looked at myself in the mirror and I was horrified. My face ... cheekbones slight bruise had turned dark and it was perhaps swollen. The nose seemed fine but the lower lip was swollen and there were deep teeth marks, too, was darkened.
The neck, wrists, etc. I did not want to even look at, I knew already what I would see.

I was sitting under the shower, and I wonder do I really get so close to the edge so that I can achieve such a great feeling.
I learned about myself while I was in a lot of new things and I was a bit confused ... why I can not enjoy it like the "normal" things?

Anyway, a hot shower, time and stretching helped me get back to the ability to function.
I searched the phone and looked at the data, the caller had been Stine. I pressed the button and I called him.
"Hi Miisa" Stine answered the phone, "I tried to call you a few times, but you have not had time to respond."
"I am sorry that I have been a project and as it were tied to it," I replied.
"Grandmother's care requires a commitment," she laughed, "I did not have any particularly important points, I just wanted to ask, related to the weekend,,, when you have your period?"
The question was a bit of a surprise, but I did not let it confuse me.
"At this time about a week later, they are my regular irregular," I sneer.
"it's OK" Stine said or explained why he wanted to know about it. "I'll fetch you tomorrow afternoon. Keep the phone close to you, I'll call when I'm in the parking lot"
She ended the call and I was left wondering cell phone in my hand.

I stood and looked at my apartment, it was all messed up, open bed, pillows ... somewhere, the table has fallen, baby food on the floor, the second bottle was found next to the sofa. I picked up the spoon and picked up the jar, I was hungry!
I was sitting on the couch to eat the food, and I noticed that it was wet!
"Someone" has been peeing on my couch... Well, I have time to clean up, maybe it was my sick grandmother.

End of Part 5

Part 6/2

I stayed on my stomach lying down. We talked for maybe half an hour.
I changed my position slightly sometimes, there was a slight pressure in my lower abdomen, we also heard strange noises.
I felt the need to defecate and eventually Stine cooked me to get up and move to the toilet seat. I took the hose out of me and sat down. I held back for a while and enjoyed the situation. It felt very strange.
I relax my anal muscles, water and sludge came out at high speed. Relaxing felt good and I felt how all the excess poured out of me. It was not a bad feeling." Just sit there in peace, not in a hurry ," Stine said, " I think that my partner just drove into the yard ." She touched me reassuringly and move out of the toilet .
I sat and made a light-weight movements in my stomach muscles , which move in my anus pumped fluid. I laughed a little bit ... In a strange man comes to me and what do I do? ? I  pump the sludge out of me ! Charming ...
I heard the voices of the house and urgently began to stand up, I cleaner the paper myself.
Stine came in with a clear provocation " Men can be so stupid ," she snapped , " we specifically agreed that there is no one other than the three of us , and now , however , he brings a friend with him ! " .
" Does a friend of what we are going to do?" I asked, "Who is he?"
"We know him in kinky community, he has been at the party that we have arranged . And we've been at meeting in his house . "
I was very surprised! Stine did not have a word to say that he is a member of the kinky community. On the contrary, she let me talk about my bondage troughts of saying anything.
At the same time I understood better why I'm here.
"He's some kind of a businessman.. he is, I think, a Russian but lives in Finland., He has always behaved well, and I do not believe that this is the problem now." Stine said, still annoyed, "he goes away if you do not agree  him, I promised to ask you."
I'm thinking this issue ... actually it was exciting to the idea that there is a stranger. The fact, did not know Stine and her husband either.
"Take a long and peaceful shower, wash yourself thoroughly and lubricate your skin moisturizing lotion. Enjoy and think about it at the same time. He is waiting for your decision. If you want to, he leaves out so that you do not ever see each other."

I took a long, hot shower. I found the shampoo and soap on the wall of the shelf.
When I moved I knew how my rectum  empty itself when I was standing in the shower. It felt odd when the rest of the fluids poured my feet along the floor.
I wondered for a long time, this was a very strange situation ... or maybe it was just weird in my opinion, it may be that they are doing these kinds of things all the time.
Actually, I was also curious, curious as to how I shall come forth from that after a long session...
I was also curious about the fact that what those men were.
I decided to be brave and accept that this new man is involved in the trial.
I stopped the shower and dried up with a towel. I found a hair dryer, and I began to use it. When Stine heard the sound of dry time she came to me. She did not have to ask for anything. "He will be involved," I said, "I still trust you."
"Good, when you're ready, come into the living room so I introduce you." Stine saw  my astonishmentand and smiled , "You can, of course, to put on a bathrobe upon you, you do not have to be naked."

When I was ready I hesitated a little bit, even though I was wearing my bathrobe, I still felt I was naked.
Dry hair was the aftermath of the brush and face without any make-up. Just wrap the hair pony tail and breathed deeply .. then I entered the living room.
The two men sat on the couch and talked with each other. When they saw me, one of the men immediately stood up and came to me. The second was a little slower but he stood up, too.
I was amused, it was rare that men to behave politely around me.
The first man came to me, he was dark and he had a 2-3 day beard stubble, neat way of "untidy", a dark beard on both sides of the jaw was a little bit of gray. The hair was finished in the same style, a little bit messed up, using the mousse, I thought. Green eyes watched me intently.
Stine had time on my my side and introduced us to the "here is Miisa and he is Yuri." No last names.
Yuri stretched out his hand and took my right hand to his hand. Firm but not too hard a handshake .. he was to hold my hand and looked me straight in the eye. "I'm sorry that I shoved myself, but when I heard about you and what you are doing I had to get involved"
I looked at this man, I did not get out of your eyes in his eyes, I no longer had any regret that he is involved.

He was dressed casually, blue and white narrow-striped shirt and jeans that were not exactly cheap. He liked the quality.
I listened as he spoke to me. Actually, I do not listened to what he said, I heard his voice. He spoke perfect English, in my opinion.
"I thought that you are a Russian?" I said, confused my poor English language. He did not seem any Russian.
I had the impression that they are proud, arrogant, and speak English a strong accent.
He smiled at me and said "you thought you were quite right, I've lived a long time elsewhere. Unfortunately, in Finland for a very short time," he was still hold to my hand, "obviously I'm  quite in the wrong places because here I can meet some beautiful women! "
I was taken aback again, I was not used to compliments on that! I took my hands out of it and moved on towards the other man. At the same, I noticed that I had seen him before. I wondered for a moment and then I remembered that he was the man who was with corset-lady  a kinky party. I got confused a little but still held out my hand, maybe it was not in accordance with the rules of behavior, maybe I had to wait for a man to take the initiative.
He grabbed my hand and greeted with a smile, "I'm Jens and I'm Stine partner". Confusing ... I can not know about their relationship, but I was surprised to see that the same people are linked to each other.
He was dressed in the same style as Yuri, but he lacked the charisma that Yuri was.

"OK," Stine began, "maybe we are sitting now, and we'll tell you what we have planned."
Men sat back on the couch and I sat in the armchair, the situation was very strange and I was very excited.
"Miisa has been preparing for this moment well, she has been eating lightly and we have already done to her anal discharge".
... Just as I would have getting ready for some kind of medical exam ... Men looked at me with interest.
"The next step is that we will move into my bedroom, where we are preparing Miisa in such a way that she is completely mummified and isolated from the outside world," Stine said this as if it were an everyday occurrence.
"Miisa is greased herself well.We will install a urinary catheter to you, it's easy ... I'll use a catheter 5-6 times a day so you can believe that I know how to do it. then you  standing next to my bed by using my crane, with her hands up., We are dealing with his body baby powder, and clothe her tight cotton tube, the ankles up to the neck.".
"Hands are treated the same," I was going to say something, but Stine interrupted me with a smile, "please wait, all will be fine."
Next, you spin around to packaging films, while the neck to ankles, relatively tight, but so that you can breathe without problems .... and again hands the same thing.
"Next comes the duct tape, we use a 20-30 cm-long pieces of who we are taped onto the wrapping so that everything is covered and will remain tight and firm.
When we use bits of tape we be sure that any is not too strict on "., I saw how Yuri watched my reaction with interest, I tried not to show I was shocked. Stine continued," Then we will move you to a bed, and your arm is taped in the same way to catch your body.
"The next thing is your head. We're shutting your eyes with cotton wool pads, they are just normal, the same that are used for make-up removal, etc. Thus, the eyes remain closed without pain. But remember that if you try to open the eyes of force, it may happen that the eyelashes turn to catch the eye ... then you feel a hell. Remain calm at all times.  Next, we will put a wax plug your ears. We put it so much that it can not go away without help.  All of that seal the rubber helmet, it's like a swimming cap, a little bit bigger.  After that, you're blind and deaf. "
Now, I no longer cared about Yuri's gaze. I was trembling .. excitement mingled fear.
"Head and neck should be similar to a tube of cotton / wrapping".
Stine came closer to me and put his hand on my knee, "we do not cover your nostrils and not the mouth, we do not strangle you with tape, you are  safe, and you can breathe freely all the time., In principle, all the more should be limited, but we do not do so, it is too dangerous. We will take care of you, we'll take care of that do you get water and food, we turn to you so that it is easier to drink. We will leave your feet free so that we can observe blood flow. Hands taped separately because we can check the sensation and circulation of at some point. For all taken care of".

We moved into the bedroom and Stine urged me to go to bed, she took the closet of the package which I recognized the catheterization equipment. She asked me to the edge of the bed so that she make me one extends the operation.
I feel shy and I was confused about it that mens looked at me with interest.
Stine put lubricant in a sterile tube, and came closer to me. She gently stroked my nakedness of and smiled, "you have a little stubble here," At the same time she pushed the hose in my urethra.
It did not hurt, it seemed only strange. I had done so for patients, but in fact, I had not experienced it before.
"Coughs" Stine said, and I did it, so she made sure that the hose is inserted in the bladder. She did not use to pump the ball, only taped the hose onto my inner thigh.

"Done!" she said happily, "now you can stand up so we will continue."
I stood up and she gave me a long piece of flexible cotton tube .
"Jump in ... put it on you." I did so, the tube was tight on my hips, not so much a bust. It was taller than me.
Jens helped me get it down to the bottom, below the ankles.
"Wait, I almost forgot," Stine said, and took the wheelchair seat cushion under the two small colorful plastic bags. "These are liquid silicone, they are intended in a wheelchair seat cushion for fine-tuning. I think that you have to use them now."
I do not immediately discovered what she meant, the bags were just like breast implants ... liquid was perhaps more mobile.
She smiled, "it is now intended for your ankles and knees in between so that the bones do not rub together. I think that you know how to appreciate them later.
Jens raised cotton tube and and put the silicon bag between my knees. "squeeze your knees together," he said, and put another pillow between my ankles. He put down the tube, took a wide tape and taped my ankles together, then the knees.
I had to take a crane to catch a trapeze in order not to fall over.

I had the knees and ankles taped together. It seemed like a really tight ... panic was creeping into my mind. I was now helpless, at the mercy of their whereabouts. I can no longer self-defense .. I had a hard time breathing, it seemed to me that I can not go further.
At the same time I felt a hand touch my arm.
It was Yuri, frantic breath I felt the smell of her perfume, the touch was sure and seemed trustworthy. "hey ... do not worry, do not need to worry about, I believe that Stine knows what she is doing." He came right next to my ear and whispered, "I will protect you and make sure that all goes well." He was so close that I felt his breath my ear. I hop in his scent, I was wondering that how a any man can be the smell so good ... and reliable.

I calm down a little bit, Jens came and cut the cotton tube so that my arms became their holes. Tube was now my neck up. He took a tape roll and cut it a few pieces.
He carefully put the tapes in my neck so that I do not panic more.  Tapes do not tighten up my neck  but tube remained at the top.

They started setting the tapes, they did it quietly and accurately....Just as if it were a ritual.
They started in my ankles and rose higher all the time. They took care of the catheter tube came out of a right angle thinking about that that I'm lying on my back.

Again, I sniffed Yuri, I had never met a person who smelled so good!
I laughed in my mind ... None of  man I know did not use perfumes or the like. Roll On and ready to go  it was their ways. If they even remembered to put it ...

They rose up and taped to my waist. Taping felt uncomfortably tight. I told them about it, but they said that the feeling of get used to it quickly.
Yuri came close to my ear and whispered, "Now, you should keep your lungs full of air".
I understood what he meant, when they taped my chest and upper body, I tried to keep the lungs bulging. As a result, taping was maybe a little looser.

They raised me gently on the bed. Only then I realized how helpless I am! I could not move my body, I tried to stop them at hand, but it did not help.
In the end, I was lying in bed and cried, I did not want this, and I do not would take it that I would be completely mummified!
They allowed me to calm down, Stine said that they will go out of the room for a moment so that I can calm down.
I lay in my place, and I cursed myself. Why did I agree to such stupidity?
At the same time I noticed that Yuri entered the room and sat next to me on the bed.
He stroked my hand that trembled, he wiped my tears and stroked my cheek and my hair ... and he smelled good and soothing.
"you is not nothing bad happens, I watch and I take care of you all the time and every moment." He whispered in my ear and gave a kiss on my cheek, I felt for a long time his breath on my cheek.

Stine and Jens came to the room. Stine looked in puzzlement Yuri, and he got up out of bed.

There was a long silence, and finally I said that they can continue.
"we turn you on your side, so we are easy to be taped to your hands, keep your hands straight down your side."
They taped the first right and then the left hand, wrists and fingers were free.

"Now is the time for perhaps the scariest step," Stine said calmly and slowly highlighted. "Try to stay calm so we make you blind and deaf." ... Quite incomprehensible phrase ... who can stay calm in that situation!
"do you remember what I said, turning a blind eye? Now is the moment," Stine said and gave Jens for blinkers and tape.
Jens came closer and I was terrified. I do not want to be blind!
I knew when someone grabbed my head from behind, it had to be Yuri.
He had to caught my head very firmly and with determination.
I knew what's going to happen, I remembered what Stine said and I tried to calm down and I kept my eyes closed.
Blindfolds were in place and Yuri let go of my head.
"The last step," said Stine, and gave ear plugs and wax for Jens.
"Even the last words to you, once again, stay calm .. remember that you can not communicate with us, you are useless to try to talk or yell at us. We do not listen, we keep the planned timetable care of you and nothing can change it. If thou shalt cry, and you make lot of noise we have the means by which you  be quiet. "
Jens came and put earplugs to me, then he put wax on top of the plugs.
Then I felt how something was put on my head tight, Stine said that it is like a swimming cap but I felt that it did not have a swimming cap.
It was so tight that it ripped my hair, it hurt, but it was finally in my head. It was close to the front of the nose above and behind  my neck.
My ears hurt, excess wax that caused the rubber cap tightly clutching the wax in my ears. Now I was really blind and deaf ... and panicked.
I felt how my head was pulled even cotton sock. Then I felt how the sock onto the glued pieces of tape.
I said, I cried and screamed that I do not want this! I tried to wriggle and released the tape but nothing helped, in the end I felt something in my face. It stayed against my lips for a long time and for some reason it calmed me.
I stopped screaming.
When I finally  was silent it left my lips and I felt a few light pat on my hips. I got a few drops of fresh water to my lips, it felt good.
Was it thanks to the fact that I calmed down? Maybe .. I felt that I have a lot to learn.
Heart pounding in my ears, I heard each my swallow.
Someone lifted my head and fell to the back, a small pillow was now under my head. It felt good. Maybe I can get used to this ..
I was calm and tried to adapt to the situation.
Equally suddenly I remembered that no one told you exactly how long I'm mummification. I tried to ask about it, I raised my voice and asked again ... no one answered.
My head was taped, only the nose and mouth were free.

I stopped shouting and tried to calm down. It took a long time but I managed it. Every now and then I felt how someone touched my fingers and sometimes the toes.
I do not know the time, but at some point I was turned and I got some kind of tube in my mouth. I sucked it into my mouth and something broth or the like. It felt good, it was hard to swallow but I thought that if you mayest come directly on my back it would be even more difficult.

I tried to get more but it ended much too early. I got a still a little water.
Again, I lay on my back, I think that I was in some kind of stupor.
I accepted my situation.
"Dining" happened many times, I will not count them.
At times I felt how someone pushed gently into my bladder. I was so helpless that I can not even decide when my bladder empties!

I did not have any idea how much time has passed. My back and buttocks grew hotter and stinging sensation. I knew that there begins to be formed bedsores if I can not change position. I tried to tell it out, I writhed and I did everything I could, it was not much.
After what seemed like an eternity of time someone came and touched my finger.
A small touch that meant so much to me. I was not left alone.
I felt how someone started to cut the tapes off the right arm, I was excited, I was released! When the whole arm was free, I congratulated myself, I had survived the challenge!

I could smell that he is Yuri. It was a little strange because I thought that he has already gone away.
He moved my hand somewhere, it was difficult to know what happened because the arm was numb and powerless, almost paralyzed.
He turned me in the recovery position, and set me beside a big pillow or the like. I was easy to remain in the position. The back burning eased immediately.
Nothing else happened for a long time, and I realized that I stay tapes.
He rubbed my arm and hand. I noticed that the hand resting on the back next to me. Massage felt heavenly! It was the only part of me who felt something, I felt his determined hands  when they moved and rubbed my arm. He also dealt with the palm and fingers. It was great!
Eventually he gave me some soup and water. I was satisfied.

6/4

I did not know the passage of time, it could not be perceived in darkness and silence.
I tried to move my hands and fingers but the tape was very strong. It also hurt my ankles, I felt like my toes were taped so that the tape was forcing the ankles straighter all the time. I didn't get any rest break!
Whether I was alone in the room, I couldn't know!
Eventually, after eternity, someone opened my gag strap buckle.
I was completely silent, not making a sound. I waited for the ball to be out of my mouth, I was still silent. I didn't want the same thing to happen again.
I got water on my lips, I also got a hose in my mouth, I was able to drink more water.
I thanked very quiet voice, I tried to take care that it is just a whisper. I myself heard nothing, I was afraid I would scream and get the ball back in my mouth again. I cried quietly but no one saw it.
Someone touched me, calmly and confidently, I also felt a touch on my lips, it and my nose were really the only things that could feel the touch.

Then my fears came true. Ballgag was put back in my mouth!
I didn’t even fight back because it was pointless. Ball was in my mouth but the strap was not fastened. I felt like I was turned around a bit. Then I felt something in my neck area.
Someone opened the tapes, maybe he used scissors or some other tool. I was able to feel the cool air on the skin of my neck!
He was so slow, too slow! I couldn't wait!
When my neck area was free I felt that the gag strap was fastened, the ball was now locked again in my mouth, I was very disappointed but I didn't let out a sound, I was silent.
I was still deaf and blind, unable to move and not speak. Maybe I could have moved my head a little but I didn’t dare try it. I was just waiting quietly.
The only thing I could do was smell it. It was Yuri's scent ... he's close and will save me! It was my whole world at that moment!
Something happened at my feet. They were moved, the tape was removed, air entered the tight mummy package. The tapes were cut open, my ankles released. I was already free from the waist down. Cool air caressing my skin!
The ankles hurt like hell but I didn’t care, I tried to move but I felt a tight hand grip, someone held me in place, I had to calm down and wait.
The tapes around my hands and fingers were cut off, why were they so slow? !!
Eventually I was free, only the head area was taped. I enjoyed the fresh air, my skin loved it!
Last my head was released. when the earplugs were removed it felt like my head had exploded! I had been in silence for a very long time. I just had eye patches on my eyes ... and a gag in my mouth.
"Welcome back," I heard Stine's voice, "Rest in peace in it. When you want, you can take the patches off. Do it carefully because your eyes aren't used to the light."
I lay quietly, my arms felt powerless, as if I had lost all my muscles and ability to exercise.
When I finally got my hands moving I noticed that there was still work to be done to coordinate the movement, I poked my nose with my finger.
I was trying to find a gag strap buckle, I wanted the ball out of my mouth.
"Let the gag be in your mouth," Stine said calmly, "I want to say a few words to you."
I let the gag be. I carefully removed the eye patches. Even though my eyes were closed light seemed very bright.
"Could someone put the curtains closed in front of the window?" Stine asked and so it happened.
The room became dimmer and I was finally able to open my eyes. Stine sat in her wheelchair next to  bed, her husband, Jens, standing next to her.
They looked at me curiously. Yuri stood next to the window.
I looked at Stine, I was angry, I was very tired and angry, I couldn’t say anything because I had a gag.
"I know," Stine said, "I said we would shut your mouth, or we wouldn't make you feel more uncomfortable."
“I wanted to show you what is complete helplessness,” she continued, “and sometimes there will be surprises. The condition of a helpless person may suddenly worsen, for example in hospital. I wanted to stimulate you to feel like an intolerable condition getting worse. Now you know something about it".
It explained it to me but it didn’t remove the fact that I was angry!
I had been in extreme shock, fear and pain.
Stine nodded to Yuri and he took the gag out of my mouth.
I didn't say anything, I didn't want to. I was tired.
"Can I get out of here now," I finally asked quietly.

part 7

I might have fallen asleep for a moment.
When I woke up, the car was stopped in front of a big gate. The gate opened electronically and we drove to the yard.
The yard area was big! Asphalt driveway and well maintained garden. There were nothing wonderful in the garden, normal lonely trees and bushes and large areas of grass.
In front was a large pale yellow house, two floors, black roof. Next to it was another, smaller house that also looked big.
On the side there was a garage and an open canopy for other cars. I calculated that there would be room for 6-8 big cars in the yard. Now there was only one car, a smaller Audi.
The area was awesome!

Yuri drove the car to the front door and looked at me with a smile.
"Are you ready to move inside?" he asked.
I looked at him playfully, "Are you sure the owner of the house is gone? Do we have permission to go inside the house?"
"I think we can do that," Yuri said seriously, "This is a rescue operation for a beautiful maiden, how could that be forbidden?"

He got out of the car and came to open my door. I was looking for my shoes but he said it was not necessary.
"I'll take you into the house. You deserve full service."
This was very strange, already the fact that someone noticed me and opened the car door for me was something special.
He took me lightly in his arms, I was already getting used to it!
... Maybe this is still just a dream, the aftermath of my shock, I thought. I hoped I wouldn't wake up too suddenly ...
He used some electronic key card and opened the front door.
"oh, how convenient it is to open the door so easily," I think, mostly to myself, "Do you often carry women into the house?" I asked.
“It’s good to consider this possibility as well when designing a house,” he smiled and stepped into the house.

Lounge was a big, big racks and shelves were in the room first, such as in a public place.
The floor was shiny, black stone. The walls were pale. The next room on the left was some sort of sitting area, The wall had a big mirror and a neat table in front of it. There was a kind of long couch on the side.
I was still in Yuri’s arms and watching with great interest. This did not look like a normal apartment building.
We continued ahead in the house. immediately to the right opened a large space, the living room. It was quite large and very tall, two floors high. The large windows were covered with thick curtains. Heavy lights hung from the high ceiling.
Yuri made a quick introduction round, I still in his arms.
To the left of the first was a large kitchen, next to it was a large sauna and bathroom with a toilet and a nice, large jacuzzi. The facilities also got air outside the sauna to the terrace.
The following rooms were smaller bedrooms. We didn't visit everyone.
We got upstairs, the stone stairs were narrow but he still carried me carefully. I already thought I could certainly walk myself but this was obviously part of the service, I smiled to myself.

Upstairs was more bedrooms, maybe also other rooms whose doors were now closed.
There was also a bigger room with a small kitchen, a bar counter and even a fireplace. The room had a large leather sofa and a pair of similar chairs.
Upstairs was also a space, a level from which you could see directly downstairs to the living room.
I also noticed that there is a basement floor in the house but we did not visit there now.
The house was very special, it was hard to imagine that it is just a residential building. It was meant more for parties and other similar occasions. There wasn’t much personal belongings or decor.
House was very interesting but at the same time it gave a slightly cold impression. It was like some institution.

Yuri carried me back downstairs and to one of the bedrooms. The room was clean, It was maybe a little heavily wallpapered, the room window had thick red curtains and the lighting was dim.
I thought it was like straight from some Class B porn movie.
The bed looked beautiful and attractive, then again I remembered how tired I was. Yuri put me down on the bed.
"I have a plan," he said in a quiet voice, he almost whispered it in my ear.
"Really?" I answered. I might have been a little embarrassed. I thought he was taking advantage of my fatigue. I was already in the brothel's bed!
"What do you imagine?" Yuri supposedly looked at me in amazement, "Do you think I'd take advantage of your helplessness?"
"I suggest you now a warm and relaxing jacuzzi bath" He looked at me playfully "It relaxes your body and mind. After that you can sleep between these silk sheets".
"I can take part in your activities if you want but only if you really want it" he seriousened "You can enjoy alone or with me, it's your choice".
"Do you need help undressing," he smiled, and take care of "as you will remember, I've already seen you without clothes!"
I told him I was fine so he went to prepare the bath.

I stayed in bed, I thought how fast things had changed.
Only just now I was in my own apartment alone and now I'm in a new environment in a strange situation.
A lot of weird and scary things have happened in the last two days and now I am suddenly looking forward to a relaxing bath here. And I am taken care of by a man who is like some fairy tale.
Eventually I was undressed, I walked gently out of the bedroom, my ankles were still sore but maybe nothing was broken though.
Yuri was waiting for me next to the jacuzzi. He had his clothes on. He held out his hand and helped me into the pool. He eventually adjusted the water flow and heat. He sat in a chair close by and looked at me.
"I can't help but notice that you've had a little hard times," he looked at me and said seriously, "There are bruises and marks on your body and face like after some bad accident."
“If you can’t stand watching me then maybe you need to do something about it,” I said.
"Leave the room?" Yuri asked.
"mmm ... it's an option" I said thoughtfully "another option is that you come here with me, then you can't see my bruises".
He smiled, undressed and stepped into the water with me.

He rubbed me gently, his hands and fingers felt fantastic on my skin. He was was efficient but at the same time very affectionate. It was a pleasure for me.
"I'm sorry that I came into your session" he said, "but when I heard about you, I had to try it. I wanted to get to know you better."
"It's good" I replied. "It's good you came. You saved me, you brought me to safety."
"The session turned pretty drastic," Yuri said thoughtfully, "Was that a surprise to you?"
"Indeed "I think quietly" but I do understand why it was done. It was a very good observation experience for me. I might be a little too angry with Stine, I need to talk to her later."
"I understand that you you like restrictions, control and bondage?" Yuri led the discussion.
I told him about my thoughts, experiences, and dreams related to a controlled life.
"Have you ever thought that life could be effectively controlled but different than basic prison life?"
"Maybe I could offer you something like that," he looked me in the eye.
It was a direct offer of something my tired brain couldn’t handle now.
"I know this is too much now, maybe we'll discuss this more later."
I was incredibly good and warm, I wanted to fall asleep ... or maybe I was already asleep.

In the end, we finished the bath, he washed me and escorted to bed.
When I was in bed, between the silk sheets, I felt like he locked some sort of collar around my neck. It had a long chain locked in it that went somewhere, I don’t know where.
I felt the collar and chain with my fingers. It felt strong, I didn’t care because I was already asleep.

7/3

I went home. I sat on the couch and watched my little apartment, It was very different from Yuri’s weird place. I thought Yuri, he had told me a lot of private things. It impressed me. I don’t know many people who open their lives that way.
I thought about the hard life of him and his friends, they had done a lot of work and apparently also succeeded. I didn’t know much what it would be like to be born a street child in Russia.
I was pleased to have your date tomorrow. Things are moving fast, I smiled.
Yuri was older than me, he lived in a different world. He also said he had done something criminal in his life. But now he was a successful businessman. And besides the gentleman, he didn’t even suggest me sex or anything like that.
I had a good feeling when I thought of him. And he smelled good!
Ok ... his house is weird but he gave it an explanation, it's not his house, he just takes care of it.
Maybe it was also a little weird that he had a chain and a collar on the bed ... but Stine had said he was involved in the BDSM scene so he likes things like that. I like it too, I notice it.

I also had the real things to think about. It was noon now, I should be at work now. I wonder if I’ll go there late now or call again and come up with more lies.
I didn’t have to think long when the phone rang, it was Stine.
"Hi Miisa" she started "I notice you haven't come to work today. People here miss you".
I tried to explain something but didn’t get anything clear to say.
"Is everything all right" Stine asked "I shouldn't have let Yurin take you! The situation yesterday progressed badly and it surprised me. I made bad decisions, you were helpless, upset and under my responsibility!"
"All is well," I said, "I just I'm still very tired," I explained. I came up with the lie that explains my absence now ...I was becoming a good liar.
"I'm really sorry about how the session ended" Stine explained again, "It was planned, the intention was that you would be shocked but not that way. The reason was that I wanted to show you what is helplessness and realize for you that it can also be much worse."
"I understand it very well," I said, "It was very instructive and well-planned. I appreciate it."
"It was a mistake to let Yuri to join us," Stine said quietly, "He is a very manipulative man, he is playing in peoples minds. I am happy that you did you get home last night."
I was silent, unable to tell her about last night now. It was clear she didn't like Yuri.

"Do you want to take a few days off?" She asked surprisingly "You can rest in peace and recover from the weekend."
I was very surprised by the offer. I didn’t know that Stine could arrange free days for me. I told her that.
"Yes I can," she said with a laugh, "I'm reporting here that you're doing some kind of design project for my apartment. Is that ok?"
I was already used to lying so I said it would fit.
"Okay, agreed. Rest well and take care of yourself," Stine said. "We'll meet at the office Thursday night, as you've already agreed. See you then!"

At the end of the call, I smiled. I don’t even have to lie, Stine does it for me.

Then I wonder how Stine knew I had an appointment at the office on Thursday night at 7:00 ...?
I had arranged a meeting with a man who was interested in my prisoner thoughts. I sat and thought about it, made myself a cup of tea.

I'm thinking:
Stine knows a man who is interested in my thoughts, man made me an offer to live as a prisoner... they are connected through the rehabilitation center.
The woman who took the corset mold from me is the wife of that man.
At the fetish party where I was, that woman was with a man who was Stine's boyfriend ...
These people were connected to each other in some way and it was very confusing!

My observations seemed crazy, like a conspiracy!
What should I do? Trust them?

Right now I felt like the only person I could trust was Yuri.
But on the other hand, Stine made it clear that Yuri is playing with people ..

Maybe I need to talk about this issue when I meet Yuri next time.

7/5

I spent a quiet day and evening. I went to the store to pick up ready-made food and some fruit. I went to bed early, maybe I was still tired after the weekend.
In the morning I woke up and thought about it again.

I decided to go to work today as usual. I didn’t know what Stine had said there but it would work out there. That would be better than lying and cheating.

I took a shower. I did a  light makeup that covered all my bruises, they had already leveled off anyway, I put my hair on a normal ponytail.
I wear  panties and my simple black dress - slim-line, above the knee, not too short. The dress had a big open neck and was sleeveless. It was almost like a nightgown. I put on my white tennis shoes and finally my short leather jacket.
In my opinion, the outcome was good. better I couldn't do.
The morning weather might have been cool to wear like this but I didn’t care.
I put my stuff in my jacket pockets and went for a walk towards the bus stop. I felt very feminine as I walked down the street. Surprisingly, I even felt very confident. I was no longer an insecure "boy girl."
I could see a mirror image of a nearby store window as I walked in front of it. Looks good, I smiled. I even tried to walk like a model on the catwalk. I felt confident.
The date of the evening will definitely be a huge success!
I was wondering if I should wear more makeup ...

After the bus ride, I was at work at a rehabilitation center.
I changed my clothes to work clothes, a white T-shirt and a white skirt. I Stamped myself in the access control device.
At the morning meeting, my supervisor looked at me in amazement. She asked me to stay with her after the meeting.
I stayed to talk to her.
"I am now might be misunderstood but I was told that you do not come to work this week?" She said.
I was not prepared for such a discussion. I didn't come up with anything to say.
"This job is part of your study, I give my opinion to the school about your doing here," she continued. "Now I'm not happy with what I see!"
I was still confused, I didn’t expect such an attack.
"Last week you had Grandma sick, you didn't come to work," she listed "You also had an absence yesterday, then I got the information that you were away again for several days ... and now you are still here."
"I am planning for all employees work shifts here," she explained, "is an impossible situation if you adventurers in your own way."
I was still speechless, I fully understood what she was saying, she was right. I behaved recklessly.
it was a big mistake to come to work today. I didn't think about it thoroughly. I was just thinking about dating tonight.
“I have to report your behavior to the school,” the supervisor said.
I didn’t even try to explain, I had a tear in my eye.
"Now I need to know if you're at work here or not?" she asked sternly, "It's easy for me to get another student here to replace you. Maybe she / he's more committed to the job than you are!"
It offended me, I had studied and tried hard. But a lot more had happened now ... it was a bad explanation, I knew it.
"I'll stay at work and try my best," I said quietly.

Since the shifts had already been filled, I got "extra" jobs. It meant more changing diapers for patients, washing patients, changing sheets, etc. It was basically normal in this job but I was studying a slightly different thing. These jobs were the work of an assistant. I felt it was an insult.

I didn’t see Stine all day, I was happy with it. It would have been difficult for me to explain the mistake I made.

7/7

For some reason it was clear to me that I was not going to work today.
I had talked to Yuri about it in the evening and I had decided not to go there now.
The situation was confusing, basically I shouldn’t go there according to Stine’s announcement.
I still didn’t understand how I had been so stupid yesterday. I hadn’t thought and so I messed everything up.

In the morning, Yuri said he was preparing a light breakfast but I said I wanted to help him with it.
So he took the chain off the bed and led me on the chain to the kitchen. He even attached the chain to a post that was in the frame of the kitchen cabinet.
We were both naked, He was making coffee, I was making a few sandwiches.
It was confusing at first, I had never been  naked with  older man, especially a naked older man.
Yuri gave me attention gently. His hand touched me lightly, he stroked me with his hand but still kept a clear distance.
I saw that he was sexually aroused but he curb himself nicely. It was clear he wanted me but he didn’t want to scare me. He respected me.
I, too, felt a desire for him but did not want to take the initiative. It was like a game.
We enjoyed breakfast on the terrace outside in the fresh weather. Yuri brought us warm blankets because the weather was still a little cool. The sea air smelled even though I could not see the sea from the terrace.

Yuri talked about my future if I want to come to work for him.
He said he would get everything I needed ... clothes and jewelry would be important because I would represent his business at all times.
He said that important signs of Russianness are self-aware and well-self-supporting women who, however, would be obedient.
"Why don't you hire some Russian woman," I asked.
"They are too proud" Yuri replied with a smile "They can't be trained for their job"
"because we are in Finland I really want a Finnish woman who is ready to learn different things" he said seriously "I want to start training as if from the beginning".
"That sounds a little weird," I said. "So you want to make me something I'm not now?"
"You have told us about your desires for control and even bondge," Yuri said patiently, "I offer you the opportunity for a wonderful and rich life that also has these elements."
"And besides," Yuri added. "If I wanted something bad for you, I would have already done it. I don't want it. I want your best in every way."
"You talked about clothes and jewelry ..." I said "what do you mean by them?"
"It's very simple," Yuri said. "I want to get you everything you need but I'll choice them for you too. It may sound weird but I want you to represent my company and my thoughts externally."
"You also choose my panties, socks, etc.?" I said with a laugh.
"I'll decide everything," Yuri said and he didn't smile anymore.
It was very strange but at the same time the idea kind of fascinated me, it was also erotic, very arousing ...
"You get dressing and behavior training for representation and travel, regular manicures and pedicures, solarium .." he listed "I pay for everything, plus of course you get the salary you deserve."
That all sounded good when I think about that now  I'm just a medical nurse student (who does not even like that choice anymore).
"I'll also pay the rent for your apartment," Yuri said, "although a much easier arrangement would be for you to move here to me. As you can see, there's plenty of space here."
This was all very surprising. We had only known each other for a very short time, just a few days.
I was amused by the idea that we have known for a few days but already during night times I'm mummified or chained to bed. Only one night I had been home alone. Even now, I sat basically naked, with only a collar and a chain around my neck.
Still, I felt very calm and confident. He really doesn’t do me any harm.
This would be a big step in my life. And basically, though, this would just be a job. I could stop whenever I want. I would be stupid if I didn’t take this opportunity.
"We can do so that I will pay your rent  even if you change the move here" Yuri explained, "I know people who need an apartment, they can use yours. If you decide you want to get back there, they'll move out".
I wonder if I should talk to someone before I make a final decision.
Who would I talk to ..? my parents are out of the question, I know that my Father would get a massive shock when he heard that I was moving in with a Russian man ... Same with my grandparents.
With Stine I can not speak because I messed up things.
My best friend would only be happy if I could come up with something interesting.
I decided to make the decision alone. Quick decisions are sometimes good. I'll explain things to my parents when things have stabilized.

"Ok, I'll move here and I'll come to work for you," I replied.
"It went fast" Yuri smiled "I thought we were going to the office so you could see it before the decision but its good like that".
“We can go shopping today and I’ll explain more things you need to know,” Yuri said
"We also make a normal employment contract to make the matter official."

8/3

We drove to my apartment. Along the way I still wonder how fast things are going.
I didn’t really even know the man I was moving to. But he felt trustworthy and had a strange grip on me. He had already invested a lot of money in me and I wanted to please him.
It was strange. I had never fallen in love with anyone .. was this n it ow?
I'm thinking about my apartment. It was rented, my dad arranged it through someone.
Should I talk to my dad? I already knew the answer to my silent question .. My father would not accept a relationship with a Russian man, an older Russian man.
Yuri had told me that the apartment did not have to be given away. He pays the rent and accommodates his friends there.
It seemed like a sensible idea. So Dad doesn’t need to know anything, I can tell him later. And I would get the apartment back if I wanted to move there again. That made a lot of sense.
I decided to talk to my mother first, later. She can tell the matter to father calmly and affectionately, without drama.

"You don't have to pack much," Yuri said as we walked into the apartment.
"Just take the necessary personal belongings and supplies. Maybe some clothes too," Yuri said, "You get all the new things in your new life, you don't have to worry about anything."
It was like a fairy tale, I was entering a new life.
"You don't have to worry about cleaning the apartment," he said, "new residents will take care of it."

"Now we can drive back to the house," Yuri said and carried the box in the car, I carried another smaller box. I was amazed at how little stuff I had.
"We'll spend a quiet evening at home at the house," Yuri planned, "Maybe I'll introduce you to Alek, it's time for you to meet him."
It wasn’t my first plan, I had already forgotten the whole horrible man. I didn't want to meet him.
Yuri saw my reaction.
"You have nothing to worry about," he smiled. "Alek may be scary but he's not doing anything for no reason. He's a trained soldier who knows how to control himself. He has nothing against you."
"Tomorrow we go to the nail salon and the hairdresser" Yuri tried to turn my attention to nice things "We also go to the make-up artist, she will teach you how to put yourself in good shape."

This all started to stress me out, everything came too fast and in a hurry.
How can an ordinary, almost boy-girl type become a representative glamor person in a few days?  Maybe this is too much for me, I thought.
There was also a language problem .. my skills were poor in English, I didn't understand a word of Russia. How could I cope with all this?
I thought about things in silence until we finally arrived in the yard of the house.
"Maybe it's best to visit Alek's house right away," Yuri said, sending a text message over the phone somewhere, "so you don't have to worry about it anymore."
We got out of the car and Yuri took me by the hand. We walked towards the house and my excitement rose with each step. I was a little scared even though I knew Yuri was protecting me.
When we arrived at the door, it opened slowly. There was the same woman at the door that I had seen before Or I thought she was a woman, she had the same long robe as last time, her head and face were also covered. Only the eyes were visible. Those were the woman's make-up eyes. Beautiful brown eyes.
She looked at us and lowered her gaze, she moved carefully to the side.
We passed her and walked through the house to the terrace. Alek sat in a chair and smoked a cigarette.
Alek stood up, looked at me, and moved with Yuri to the side of the terrace railing. He looked at me as something of cattle, deeply critical.
He talked to Yuri about Russia, I didn't understand anything. They laughed at each other.
Eventually, they moved to the chairs to sit. I was going to approach the chair but Yuri stopped me, moving his hand.
The woman in the robe came with the tray and put it on the table, she moved again very slowly and carefully. I looked at it from the side in amazement.
Her hands came through the robe, I saw black gloves. But I also saw something else. She had some kind of shackles in her hands!
I realized that her legs are also chained, I couldn’t see it but it was clear, that’s why she’s moving so slowly!
The woman said nothing. She walked slowly back and waited next to the door, her gaze pressed down.

I was shocked, I just wanted to run out but I didn’t, I just watched a weird play.
Yuri had said that Alek makes contracts with women. I hoped the woman would get a good reward for her work!

I looked at Alek. He was a fit, older man. Her hair was cut in army style. It revealed his ears which were strange, they were like cauliflower. I knew wrestlers and martial arts enthusiasts could have such ears. His eyebrows and cheekbones had also experienced hard times. There were a lot of small scars on his face and arms.
It was clear that he had gone through many battles ... and apparently won all.
Alek looked at me openly brazenly, I tried to challenge him and looked back.
He kept his eyes on me and said something in a low voice to Yuri.
"Alek thinks you've looked at him enough," Yuri said, "Please stop it."
I was confused, Yuri had to defend me! I felt uncomfortable and scared. I moved back and lowered my gaze instinctively.
The men drank their drinks and Yuri stood up. They talked for a while and then the woman escorted us out. Now I heard the sounds of her chains.
When the door to the house was closed and we were out, my mind was released.
I was angry with Yuri that he didn’t warn me, I was so frightened that I almost watered myself!
"Alek demands discipline and order in life," Yuri explained, "In his house we must respect it."
"Never leave me alone with Alek!" I said, still shocked.

However, I was somehow fascinated by that woman's behavior. I wonder what the agreement between her and Alek is like.

8/5

Alek said something in a low voice and put a black ballgag in the woman's mouth. The woman opened her mouth obediently.
"The show is over," Yuri told me.
Alek tightened the leather strap with a buckle around the woman's neck. I thought the strap was unnecessarily tight, the sides of the woman's mouth sank deep under the strap.
The woman looked me in the eyes the whole time, as well as she could because of the collar.
Situation was very strange. The woman seemed to fully accept her treatment.

Alek put the hood on the woman's head, then the robe. He left out the bottom sackcloth.
Yuri and Alek talked for a moment and then Alek led the woman out of the house.
I was still on my knees on the floor, hands cuffed behind my back, locked in a waist chain.
I hadn’t even noticed how painful the position it was on my arms.
Yuri helped me stand up and sit back on the couch.
"Can you free my hands?" I asked "the position is difficult and my wrists hurt".
Yuri smiled at me and asked me to turn around so he could see my cuffs. He took the key from his pocket and opened lock, but only the lock that locked the cuffs in my waist chain. My hands were still locked cuffs.
I was disappointed but at the same time relieved. It affected me a lot, my arms didn’t have to be so stressed now.
We were sitting on the couch and I thought about what I had just seen.
"May I ask something?" I said. I don’t know why I asked permission but it seemed natural.
"Of course,  prisoner" Yuri smiled "Permission granted."
I laughed to myself. Maybe I'm already adapting too much to prisoner status.
"You said earlier that when Alek is traveling, you take care of his pets." I spoke thoughtfully, "What are those pets? Slaves like we just saw?".
"I like that you can think." Yuri smiled. "You know how to combine things and be sensible. That's the main reason I want you."
As I sat there, cuffed like a dangerous prisoner, I did not feel myself very wise ...
"I thought back then that he might have a dog or dogs" I said "maybe some cruel fighting dogs ... Alek doesn't seem like a sweet cat person".
"He could have a tiger 'Yuri smiled with me" or maybe a big snake, Python iwho strangling and eating everything!"
"... or a bear, I have seen a movie where a man is wrestling with the bear," I continued, "I can imagine that Alek would do so."
We laughed for a moment but then I got serious.
"That woman ... was she drugged?" I asked.
"Not that I know," Yuri replied "What do you mean?"
"She was very calm," I thought, "all those awful things in her body, steel and chain. All the restraints. It must be painful but she didn't show anything about it. She was calm and looked straight at me the whole time."
"Alek knows how to motivate his slaves," Yuri said calmly, "A woman certainly has her own reasons for doing so, we can't interfere with them."
"One more thing you need to know," Yuri said seriously, "A slave is forbidden from talking to any guest. She is not allowed to talk even if she doesn't have a gag.It also works the other way around: You are not allowed to talk to her. It is only possible in special cases. I'll explain it to you later. "

We sat quietly again, I thought about things. Yuri let me think in peace. Then I remembered something.
"I have one more thing," I said, "I have an appointment with a some person on Thursday."
"What kind of meeting?" Yuri asked with interest.
"It has to do with something that happened before I met you," I explained, "He has some kind of offer for me."
"What kind of offer," he asked.
"It is related to my life. Especially now that I'm messed up my school and my job ..." I explained.
"I don't understand now," Yuri said. I saw his nervousness "We have an agreement on that you work for me and you live here. I am invested in you and your future and now all of a sudden you're talking about something completely different!"
Maybe I wasn’t as wise as he imagined. I had messed things up. Everything had progressed very fast and I had just followed along. Everything was now messed up in my head.
Maybe I was shocked by all this, slave, captivity, new work, all material ... I felt like I was starting to cry.
Yuri came close to me, He hugged me and took me almost in his arms. It was weird because I was cuffed all the time. He wiped my tears and smiled at me.
"There's nothing to worry about," he smiled. "We'll sort it out. We'll call this person and you'll explain that you're not interested in his offer."
"Tomorrow is a new day," he said, "we go to the hair salon and the make-up shop. Maybe we'll buy something new for you. A little pampering will always help!"
"We also go to the office to see your new job!" He smiled.

I was cuffed all night, Yuri took care of me well but I was really his chained prisoner.
I felt like he wasn’t doing me any harm and so I relaxed.
I was actually living my dream at that moment and I wanted that to continue.

8/7

While eating breakfast, I looked at Alek's house and yard. Nothing seemed to be moving there, maybe they were still asleep.
I think about them and their arrangement. Did they share the same bed? or where did the woman sleep ... in the cell? in a cage? on the floor? I was hoping she had a soft bed.

My thoughts broke when Yuri invited me to the bedroom. I got up and walked, still legcuffs on my ankles, to the room.
The bed had a complete set of new clothes. I looked at them but I felt like they weren’t my clothes.
Panties and bra were the same set, I tried them on my finger, they felt luxurious, a different fabric than mine. The tights were a great material, I pushed my hands inside them and admired how they made my hands shine.
The shirt was made of shiny material, maybe silk. Skirt and the matching jacket were also a great material. The skirt had a tight pencil skirt and a jacket of the same fabric and a tight line.
I looked at the clothes, then looked at Yuri. I burst out laughing.
"These are Natalia's clothes, not mine," I laughed.
Yuri didn't laugh, he looked at me seriously.
"Put them on," he ordered seriously. "It may seem weird, but soon you'll find that the clothes give you confidence. That's when other people will appreciate you, too."

I thought it was pointless to argue against it, the thing seemed important to Yuri and I didn’t want to offend him.
"Go to bed on your knees so I can open your cuffs," Yuri said.
I did that. It felt good to get the cuffs off, I rubbed my sore ankles.
"Dress up and get ready to leave," Yuri said, "I'll make a few calls in the meantime."
"You don't have to do makeup or do anything for your hair," he continued.
I sighed audibly and got a sharp look from Yuri. Then he left the room.

I started to get dressed.
The mere feel of luxury lingerie made them feel good, they kind of caressed me in a way I had never experienced before.
The tights made me smile, I didn’t even remember when I last wore tights, and they weren’t like that !.
I put the shirt on. It had a relatively large neck opening that was horizontal from the front, I realized it fits well with the line of the jacket.
Finally, I wore a skirt, it slid nicely up along the tights. I enjoy that feeling.
Yuri was right. Dressing like this gives a great feeling.

I noticed that Yuri was looking at me at the door.
"What do you like about your new clothes?"
"They feel very good," I replied, "but they don't feel like my clothes."
"You used to," Yuri said, raising his hand. The shoes hung in his hand.
They were slender and narrow, the same shade as the suit. High Heels. They had straps on the ankles.
"Those aren't my shoes!" I shook my head in horror.
"Don't be ridiculous," Yuri said, "these only have 8cm high heels. You get used to them quickly."
"Besides, you don't have to walk much today," he comforted and continued, "Sit down now so we can put your shoes on your feet."
... and I sat.
Yuri gave me shoe and put another shoe on my right foot.
I looked at the shoe, it was great work, soft leather inside and beautiful leather outside. Then I noticed something. The ankle strap of the shoe had to be locked!
Before I could stop I heard a small click when Yuri locked the shoe on my right foot!
"Why?" was the only thing i could ask, the thought felt scary.
"You have no reason to be afraid," Yuri reassured me. "That way it's easy for you to get used to the shoes. When you know you can't get them off, you just have to adjust and learn."
He also put another shoe in my leg, I will not resist it.
"Now we're ready to go," Yuri said, helping me stand up.
The shoes felt awful! They had very narrow heels, like sharp nails, so it was hard to keep the balance. I was sure I would break my ankle bones before I got out of the house!
In the lobby I looked at myself in the mirror, Yuri standing next to me. We looked good, no one could know that I was suffering all the time. my collar was well displayed but it seemed to belong to the outfit, like a jewel.
My walk was very hard and I needed support all the time.
I knew this was going to be a long day ...

8/9

The woman combed my hair, she tried different styles.
She said something to Yuri, I was annoyed when I didn’t understand a word of what they were talking about.
"She said nothing would be done to your hair now," Yuri said, "she just finishes and smoothes the tops of your hair a little."
I was happy with the result, For a moment I had already imagined that they were doing something horrible to my hair.
"She next looks at your hands and nails," Yuri said.
The woman opened the lock under the chair which allowed the chair to turn 180 degrees. She sat in a chair in front of me and took my left hand out from under the shelter and examined it. She said something pleased to Yuri.
"You have neat hands," Yuri said, "The nails are relatively neat but too short."
I think my nails are pretty good, they were neat and short because I studied and worked in healthcare. Long and sharp nails are bad for changing bed patient diapers.
"She will take care of your nails now," Yuri explained, "she will sharpen and shape them and put a beautiful color on them. Later we can put artificial shells on them but not now."
I was pleased. I didn’t want heavy and long shells on my nails. They are difficult and restrictive to use. I've had one before but I didn't like them ... and the first one came off on the first day.
I'm thinking of their restrictive nature. Maybe that's why Yuri would want me to. They would kind of increase my feminine helplessness.
My hand rested on the armrest of the chair and I watched the woman work.
I couldn't do anything else, I was tightly tied to a chair but it didn't bother me, I was calm.
She also shaped the nails of his right hand and then carefully put the nail polish on the nails of both hands. Plus something else that made them stronger. The nails were now beautifully red.

"Next, she takes a little look at your face, let’s see what she can do on a quick schedule" Yuri sanoi.
The woman turned the chair back to the right position, towards the mirror.
She stood behind me and looked at me in the mirror.
"You have beautiful facial features" she told me in Finnish "you don't need strong makeup".
Yuri said something to the woman and the woman apologized to him. They discussed for a moment.
"I'll give you the products you need and show you how to use them," she said with a smile, "we speak your language because it's easier."
She treated my face with a cream that made my skin matte, it also smoothed the skin on my face.
Then she made my eyebrows, lashes. She added a soft color to my eyelids and cheekbones. Finally lipstick and gloss.
The end result was great, I liked what I saw in the mirror. With small changes, I had changed from an ordinary young girl to a representative woman.
Yuri looked at me. I saw that he was happy with what he saw. It made me happy too.
The woman removed the leather straps and Yuri helped me stand up.He helped the blazer to me.

We thanked the woman and left the hair salon. Walking in shoes was still painful.
Yuri escorted me to the side of the car and opened the front door of the passenger.
I was amazed, I had already thought about having to sit in the back seat in a cramped position.
I smiled as he helped me sit in the front seat.
"We have a little over an hour's drive," Yuri said, "I want to trust you and that you're behaving properly."
We drove through Helsinki and headed north on the motorway.  Yuri watched me during the drive. He looked at the position of my legs, twice he mentioned that I need to correct the position.
I also accidentally tried to touch my face but Yuri denied it right away. I traveled like a statue.
"We're going to a place that manufactures custom-made leather clothes," Yuri explained "The owner understands my special- and quality requirements. I have been very pleased with her work".
We drove about 60 km as we left the highway.
We immediately drove on a road that ran along the highway.
There was a lot of green grass in the area. Next to the road was the Hunting Museum. then the Glass Museum, further afield was an old glass factory that no longer operated. In the same area was a beautiful big white wooden house in the yard of which we drove.
Yuri helped me out of the car and we walked into the house.
Already at the front door came a fine but strong scent of leather. I think it smells good.
When we came in I saw awesome amounts of colorful leather clothes hanging on neat racks. Furs were also included. It was a very impressive sight that shared the scent. It was like a wonderland!
A woman came towards us, she had red hair and colorful spectacle frames. She looked very perky.
She greeted Yuri happily, they hugged and exchanged cheek kisses.
The woman nodded politely to me.
"All orders are ready for finishing," the woman told Yuri and we walked into the smaller room.
Yuri escorted me to the chair and helped me sit down. I saw that the woman watched my difficult movements but said nothing.
"Lift your foot up" Yuri told me and when I did, he opened the shoe lock and took shoe off my foot, then the other foot as well.
I was glad I got the shoes off and my feet could now rest for even a moment.
“Remember you have to stand and walk on your toes even if you don’t have shoes on your feet,” Yuri said seriously.
I looked at him stunned, it was the dumbest thing I had ever heard!

I looked at the woman but she didn’t react in any way, it was a perfectly normal thing for her.
"Now take your skirt off," the woman said, "We'll match new skirts for you."
I stood up, looked at Yuri for a moment and then rose to my toes. I thought it was very humiliating.
I took off my skirt, including my jacket. The skirt slid nicely against the surface of my tights.
The woman handed me a black leather skirt, it was exactly the same style as the fabric skirt, pencil style and tight-lined. knee-length and zipper at the back.
The skirt slid up nicely even though it was tight. I felt a strange tingling, I had never thought that leather could feel so sexy. Perhaps the feeling was also affected by a strange and humiliating situation.
The woman closed the zipper behind my back, the skirt fit like a tight glove!
"Very good," Yuri said the woman" We take four such skirts in colors you already know. "
Next, the woman brought a jacket that was shorter than the blazer, in a slightly motojacket style. She helped it on me.
It had beautiful details and zippers.
“The jacket is good,” Yuri said, “we take the normal black and light brown suede".
Next, I tried a black long leather coat. It was very soft leather, luxurious and beautiful.
"Coat is good," Yuri nodded, "only the necessary changes are needed."
The woman brought a few leather pants. Yuri ordered me to take off my skirt and I tried my first leather pants. They were loose, like sweat pants, soft leather. Lovely on me.
The next pants were jeans style but again black, soft leather. Last ones were tight, leggings style with the zipper behind the back again.
Last clothes were again a tight skirt, black leather. The skirt had a high, corset-like belt that rose almost to my breasts, the belt fastening was behind my back. The outfit included a bolero-style top with long sleeves.
The outfit looked beautiful in the mirror but it was a bit distressing to wear.
"Everything is fine, once again," Yuri smiled at the woman.
I wonder quietly how many times Yuri has ordered such clothes ... and why, to whom?
"Put on your clothes and put your shoes on," Yuri ordered.
I did so and he locked the shoes on my feet again.
The woman and Yuri talked for a moment, I heard Yuri say that something has to be ready for Saturday because I will be wearing it then.

Eventually we got in the car and headed for Helsinki again.
We drove in silence for a long time.
"Why are you investing so much money in me?" I asked
"Because I want to trust you and I want to show it to you," Yuri replied with a smile.
"But this is completely insane" I said "I don't know the price of all the clothes but I think in a few days it has already gone over € 10,000".
"Over € 15,000 now" Yuri smiled at me "I think you're worth it".
"I can never make up for this for you," I said thoughtfully.
"I think you can" Yuri smiled "Don't worry".