Dear Diary Part 1

  Day 1 – Dear diary, it is only three days after the happiest day of my young life. My glorious glamorous white wedding was everything I hoped that it would be. We had a full chapel with all the flowers all the candles, everyone attended friends and family were there to celebrate. There was the absolutely massive cathedral, I was walked down the aisle by my uncle. It was so sad that my father couldn't see this day. I had the laciest prettiest dress that you ever saw, my beautiful silk bridal train, it was the full works. At the wedding the party came with a cake taller than I am, and a buffet 30 feet long. After a brief honey moon we are now back at the massive stately mansion I now call home.

  I have barely had a chance to look around the place, to get acquainted with my new residence. Today unexpectedly my darling husband has had to leave for a three month business trip. He will be dealing with many highly confidential and critical matters. As a result he will be almost completely incommunicado, for the entire time much to my dismay. So soon after our honeymoon, it is such a shame. He made me promise to keep an eye on my step daughter for her own good. He advised me that she has had trouble, but wouldn't elaborate much more. I must admit that is a little daunting but I will rise to the occasion.

  I find myself left alone in this 12 bedroom mansion with my new step daughter. Well … its technically 13 bedrooms, if you count that strange place in the basement that I found today. That room it seems to be very newly refurbished. The paint is just dry, it has me wondering. My new step daughter is only 19 years old. She seems to resent me incredibly, and she has a very sharp tongue. Her speech is only barely moderated by her father’s presence and the implied threat to her trust fund and allowance. My dear husband did mention that she had arranged some interior decorating and had a contractor working on the house a few weeks ago. If that was the case I do wonder what renovations have taken place, that room down stairs has me asking questions, some strange ones.

  I believe that she doesn't respect me at all, she considers me to be a gold digger. A silly blond bimbo after her father’s fortune. She even said that I was stepping over her mother’s grave to pick her father’s pocket, how dare she! Today I found her passed out blind drunk in her room. The door was open when I went to see her. She really has a problem and she is barely bothering to hide it. I thought that I saw the strangest magazine in her hand. Some girl wrapped in punishing leather, but I didn't dare get a closer look. I do need to get her some help before she gives her poor father some sort of anxiety attack. I will admit she is only 3 years younger than myself, she doesn't see me as a mother or any sort of friend. Just an interloper into her grief, the wound is still fresh. I know that she resents me greatly, I suppose I might feel the same if it was my own family.

  She sees me coming into her father’s life after the tragic death of her mother two years ago as tasteless. Yet her father needs love, he needs comfort. I need love and comfort and we have found that in each other’s arms. Still I am sure that there is a way that the two of us can work something out between us as step mother and daughter. Some way to get along, even if it ends up being something non-conventional some agreement or compromise between us. I am sure that we can find some middle ground. I don't want us to end up fighting all the time. It would wear both of us down and there would be no rest or peace for either of us under one roof. I would not like to put my husband in the position where he has to decide between the two of us and drive a wedge into our family.

  Day 2 – I don't believe it, it’s like something from a movie. Rachael is very lucky. Today I saved her life. I was reading, then I heard the enormous splash and came running to investigate. I managed to fish her out of the pool before she sank to the bottom and gave her CPR. My heart was hammering as I put my lips to hers and forced air into her lungs, my hands were almost shaking as I did compressions on her chest. She coughed up so much water I couldn't believe it, she must have tried to drink the entire pool. She gasped and it was a real miracle that she breathed again. I swear she was still blind drunk from the night before. It could have happened at any time, pure luck that I was around. She might have fallen off the balcony or wandered out into the road and been hit by a truck. If I had not found her just when I did I am sure that she wouldn't have survived. After the doctor finished examining her and left, well I knew that I had to do something about her self-destructive behaviour.

  Now to my plan, looking over the house there is. I will call it the spare servants quarters in the sub-basement. It is hard to describe but I will do my best. There is a single room out of the way hidden behind a wine rack that swings open on a hinge. Inside the room there is a solid steel single bed bolted to the floor with a sturdy frame and err anchor points everywhere. The room is sealed with a high security door two inches thick. It comes with a single high security lock on it that puts bars into the top and bottom of the frame. In this concrete box from the bedroom is an adjoining bathroom with a prison style steel sink shower and toilet. They look like they are designed to be I will say tantrum resistant.

  The entire space has eye-bolts located in positions of. How to describe it err convenient positions to hold someone err out of the way, if you had to manage someone who was stubborn. It is completely sound proof, and there is no release from the lock on the inside without the key. The key which I happened to find in the lock, which now happens to be attached to a little chain which I am wearing as a necklace.

  I wonder why we have such a room in the house? It must have been some sort of panic room or bomb shelter to start off with I guess. Or perhaps something else, it must have been renovated by my step daughter. I have decided to teach her a lesson to educate my little charge. Locking her in the basement after stripping her completely naked. All she has is a single thin cotton bed sheet and a pair of leather wrist cuffs padlocked to the headboard to keep her company. You see I found the locking leather cuffs in her room and I believe that I can put them to good use. The drugs drink and strange pornography I found there are another matter. The pornography may explain that rooms current condition. Well, I have disposed of the drugs down the toilet and poured the drink down the sink. A few days of that restriction might straighten her out once she has sobered up, and woken up.

  The pornography was odd to say the least, it focused on solitary confinement intense strict bondage. I guess she is into that sort of thing. I found her stash of restraints and her online account set up with some sort of online BDSM retailer. All her passwords links etc were on the open computer. There are some articles some magazines she has that seem important to her. I wonder if I read them I will get some insight into her psyche. I think she must be heavily into self-bondage considering the room I found. I do wonder if she will consider where I have left her a punishment or a reward, I truly do wonder.

  Day 3 – reading through her files I have found a most peculiar document that she has spent over a hundred hours writing and editing fiddling with it. Where she details the complete incarceration and restriction of a prisoner zero. I assume that this file is a design document of some sort. This cell I found it matches up to the specification, I have concluded that this must be her own little self-bondage play room. Reading the text she seems to be interested in some rather sadistic and creative ideas that frankly don't sound like they would be a great deal of fun. The ungrateful brat demanded I let her go. Even after I explained what had happened to her and how close she had come to actually dying. I told her that it was for her own good to keep her from the bottle and she still insisted on release.

  Instead of completely freeing her I cuffed her hands behind her back and went to the effort of cleaning her up with a soapy sponge and a long bristled scrubbing brush. I even fed her by hand something nutritious and she was still ungrateful. She insulted me, said my cooking was squirrel food. She really has a vipers tongue hidden behind those pretty pouting lips. That is all the thanks I get, I believe that stricter methods may need to be employed to straighten her out, or at least shut her up. Those magazines that I found in her room contain a plethora of useful suggestions to employ against her and there is the text detailing her own fantasy. I wonder how she will react to living them out for a while, perhaps she will reassess her situation.

  She might need more than a few days, a week or so locked in that isolated room to think. More time to make her reconsider her position and adjust her awful attitude. She has lost the privilege of having a bed sheet with her toxic attitude. I am sure that she would have found some way to make mischief with it. She then had the audacity to accuse me of being a voyeur when I removed it. When she has earned my trust she will get some sheets and a pillow. For now she will have to make do with a foam mattress strapped to the frame. Should she improve as unlikely as that is she will gain some clothing and eventually lose her restraints. I have the funny feeling that she will remain stark naked for the foreseeable future. I think that there is something more, a strange inclination. She seemed nervous and evasive about certain topics, such as this fantasy with prisoner zero. She seemed more like a thief that had been caught when I spoke to her about it.

  This prisoner zero fantasy is quite alarming or should that be alluring if your into such things, I am not quite sure. Prisoner Zero according to the text is to be trapped in this room, her arms held behind her back mittens wrist cuffs to a waist belt elbows cuffed. Gagged with multiple layers of her own socks ball-gag hooded and collared. Her ankles shackled helplessly kept captive like this she will be fed washed and taken care of by a mercilessly strict warden. She will be kept on a short harsh leash spanked and punished often forbidden from any sort of sexual release held to a rigorous and confining schedule made to sleep naked and hog-tied. I really have to wonder what got into her head to make this sort of fantasy seem appealing.

  Day 4 – She tried to escape her imprisonment, working her hands in front of her during the night instead of sleeping. When I opened the door with her breakfast she lunged at me going straight for my throat. I spilled her cereal all over my top, I was forced to wrestle her into submission in a truly merciless scissor hold. I held her body imprisoned in a punishing knot of limbs until she blacked out. The look on her face was priceless as my thighs squeezed her into submission. I was a champion at wrestling at my college team, she wasn't expecting that! I have endeavoured to make her stay that bit more secure with a locking leather prison waist belt added for security purposes. It is four inches wide half an inch thick, it is reinforced with steel cable stitched between the layers of leather.

  I purchased it yesterday just in case she decided to act up. It was actually in her recommended links on her online shopping profile. I think she might have wanted it for her self-bondage games, well now she has it. I paid for the express shipping out of her allowance. I fastened it particularly tight around her waist to make it secure, padlocking it shut I still have plenty more of those suited padlocks. But I went farther than just that measure. Her fingers are now taped up with black electrical tape six or seven layers to be sure on each hand, just like her magazine article had indicated, I used tape from her stash against her. Her wrists are now secured in the small of her back to the security belt where she can’t do very much with her hands. Everything is padlocked shut and I have the only key on a chain around my neck. I have a set of these padlocks I found in her room in her stash of bondage gear, so that I just need the one key for all of them.

  There is a lot less fight in her now with her arms held out of the way and her fingers taped up. I had to examine her body in great detail to make sure that there was no injury. Then I checked her body rather more intimately to make sure that there was no contraband hidden. She could have put something in a corner of the room, some emergency escape tool if herself bondage went wrong. However on inspection she had no tools no weapons nothing not even a stash of hidden drugs that I thought might be passing through her system. Without her arms it was fairly easy to control her, the elbow length rubber gloves were perhaps a little too far but I did use a lot of lubricant as I gave the little filly a deep cavity search. I found an absolutely massive supply of them in the bathroom in a supply cabinet. She did give her new restraints a good thorough test but had to submit to the examination.

  She still has a very bad attitude, fifteen minutes in a tight scissor hold between my thighs held on the edge of blacking out took some of the fight out of her. Even though it may just be a temporary thing, I am sure she will be as wilful as ever again soon. I never appreciated just how big her breasts are, pert and still buoyant without the help of a bra. Completely natural and very squeezable. I just had to give them a try to see her reaction and test her bonds, I don't know what it was that compelled me but I just reached out. She wiggled and squirmed to get away from me but it was totally futile. I knew that there was something amiss, her attitude is off. So I questioned her again and again twisting her captured nipples tighter and tighter.

  She cracked and admitted to me that she knew about her father’s business trip and had prepared this room. Paying off a contractor who thought that they were making a playroom for her to experiment with her self-bondage fantasies. She was intending to drug me and lock me up down here to teach me a lesson for daring to invade her life. The irony that she is now locked up in hear is quite amusing. The details on prisoner zero now make more sense. She was going to make me prisoner zero and she would have been my warden, well now I can’t let her go. I need to keep her locked up or I might find myself secured in this room and punished as she had planned. Now after her confession I will impose those strict rules on her. She will have to put up with what she was going to impose on me!

Dear Diary Part 2

  Day 5 – Dear Diary, I had the strangest dream last night I was wrapped up in the covers. They were so tight the sheets were knotted around my body so that I couldn’t move. My legs were pinned together and my arms were pressed to my sides. When I opened my eyes I realised that I had been bundled in several layers of blankets. The belts from my closet had been used to clinch the bindings tight so I couldn’t move from ankle to shoulder. My mouth was stuffed with a gargantuan assortment of socks and panties clinched in place with several knotted scarfs. My stepdaughter stood above me looking down at me grinning. She was naked as the day she was born, she bent down seductively and kissed me on the forehead. Then menacingly she pinched my nose shut, I tried to breathe through the gag but I could not. I struggled and struggled but my bonds would not give. Finally when I was blacking out in the dream I woke up the sheets tangled and soaked with sweat. I have a foreboding sense of dread that this dream, this nightmare might come to pass. I do have to check her bonds most closely today.

  Well I have to say her language was just so foul today, it was nearly unbelievable. There is definitely a lot of false bravado and reckless over confidence on her part. Or maybe she has something up her sleeve, metaphorically speaking. I think that she is really rather terrified that I will do to her what she was planning to do to me. I think that will depend entirely on how well she decides to behave. She is the author of her own fate, able to throw herself into the deep dark hole she planned to bury me in. Or to behave like a nice reasonable girl and stay her punishment. I must be vigilant or I will be in a great deal of trouble. Should she ever manage to slip her bonds she will not give me one millimetre of slack or ounce of mercy.

  Speaking of slipping her bonds it was just as I had feared. On closer examination I found that she had been trying to unwind the tape around her fingers. Scratching it against the bed frame all night rather than getting some restful sleep. So I have added an additional precaution to keep her safe from herself and to save my own neck from reprisals if she were to effect a getaway. A nice thick roll of shrink wrap heat activated tape. A roll of this special tape applied on each hand to prevent further tampering from her naughty little fingers. With the heat gun both her hands are now fused into useless rigid ovals. The tape contracts a lot and she did look rather distressed throughout the process. Whimpering a bit as I added wrap after wrap, it all fused together tighter and tighter, the end result leaves her hands encased in these hard rubber shells.

  I ordered the tape the previous day in preparation from the BDSM online store. As well as a few further tools to combat her resistant spirit. I was almost certain that she would do something stupid, and I was proved correct. She was sobbing and begging almost hysterically as I used the heat gun on the tape a second time. As it shrunk tighter and tighter she was whimpering, as I added layer after layer of reinforcing tape until her hands were little more than polished black ovals. Ironically I had been reading an article on the same thing in her magazine stash. You know I think that she was planning to do this to me, as far as her planning had gone. She was considering it as one of the options to help keep me imprisoned. If my hands were this tightly bound, I wonder what could I do to resist or free myself? I suppose I would need some sort of chisel like tool to chip it away.

  I have had reason to restrict her stride, to prevent her from trying to kick me. After I had finished on her hands I could see her shifting her body weight in preparation and I moved out of the way. It’s a good step to take before I let my guard down and get punished for taking my eye off the ball. I have used a set of leather ankle cuffs similar to the wrist cuffs but a bit larger. I linked them with a two foot long strap clipped onto the cuffs to hobble her. The cuffs and strap are all things from her stash, perhaps she played with them? More likely they would have adorned my ankles if I was the prisoner. It makes her far more manageable when I feed and clean her. She can’t kick and struggle so much.

  Also I have put a red 1 ¼ inch ball gag to work. I used it to silence her filthy mouth, perhaps she will finally take the lesson to heart. She was planning to keep me bound and gagged in this little room, she described a very thorough and sadistic gag in her notes, this little gag is nothing in comparison. Well ironically I think it’s the gag she was using for a few self-bondage games. There were some teeth marks on it, now it is employed on a more permanent basis. She looked really worried when I held it up to her lips. She tried to resist it but in it went. Once it was past her teeth it was staying in place. She mewed as I tightened up the buckle until the straps cut into her cheeks, I added a little padlock to prevent her tinkering.

  She might need a fortnight down here to straighten her out, I am willing to put in the effort. To feed her I am putting her in a snug little head lock keeping her on her knees. While I make her eat from a dog bowl on the floor. I found the bowl in her room, it was labelled up ‘for prisoner zero’. A little more time in a variety of subjugation holds has only temporarily calmed her down. Perhaps if I left her in some knotted position like a shrimp tie over night she might really calm down. I must say her nipples are very sensitive, I just gave them a few twists and she was begging me to let her go! Squealing into her gag as I hugged her from behind and tightly cuddled her.

  So that I didn't get any more of my clothing wet or dirty I took care of her wearing just my underwear and a thin rubber apron. She was flushed and embarrassed seeing me like this. However its far better than her splashing water over one of my expensive outfits, she has already done that a few times just to spite me. When I shove her in the shower and get the prickly scrubbing brush between her legs water does seem to go everywhere. Though she does seem to be trying to wiggle closer to the brush, rather than say move away from my grip.

  Day 6 – Dear diary, I had another dream, a rather odd one. I woke up in the cell downstairs bound as she was and yet she was not free. Or predicaments had not been reversed. We were both bound together in the same manor. We both tried to struggle free but there was no way to find any slack in our bonds. Reluctantly we tried to help free each other, but somehow our bonds were tangled tighter and we were held bound pressed to one another barely able to move. The more we struggled the tighter and tighter we were pulled together, until there was no room. Our gags fused and we were kissing each other around the ball gag. Then I woke up with a hot flush, it was rather intense to say the least.

  Reality is not the same as a dream, even with that tight gag in her mouth I find her language too foul to stomach. Even when I tighten it up I can still understand about half of what she is trying to say through the gag and I don't like any of it at all. So I had to act with the first thing that I happened to have to hand, to pad out the ball gag and reduce her protests. My red silk panties were the first fabric that came to hand. It knocked a bit of the stuffing out of that little brat as I stuffed them in there and made the ball gag very very tight to hold them in place. She was shocked as I pealed them off. It took her a moment to realise what I was doing. By that time the ball was out and I was stuffing my panties in her yawning trap, it was far too late for her.

  I have read a few articles in amongst her magazines about the psychological benefit of asserting dominance over a prisoner in such a manor. Using underwear socks the prisoners own garments to make a point on where they lie in the proverbial pecking order. In slightly different circumstances I would have had those panties shoved in my own mouth and I would be wearing that ball-gag to silence my complaints. Instead she is looking at me with a revolted look in her eyes as she has to endure the humiliation that she would have visited on me. I am also sure that she would have not stopped at one pair, her gym socks would have been disgusting.

  To teach her a lesson I have made her predicament a little bit more secure. To curb her rebellious behaviour extra steps were needed for her own good. I employed a thick rubber strap from her own little self-bondage collection. Or were they tools that she was gathering to capture me, the line is a curious one? I have to wonder, it’s probably a bit of both. Any way it was done up tight to keep her elbows almost touching. She looked quite contrite when I approached her with the strap. Maybe she thought that I would spank her with it? She whimpered as I pulled her round and squeezed her elbows together.

  I watched her tug her elbows unable to separate them. I must say that it rather improved her posture, she used to be a little hunched over. The new way that she stands displays her athletic frame rather well. There will be no way that she can slump her shoulders with that little band in place pulling her arms back. On top of that extra restriction to her arms I reduced her hobble to just a foot and a half. Those restrictions should teach her a lesson, and if they don't I have plenty more where they came from, taken from her own notes. Even ironically if most of them are ideas that she came up with to punish me.

  She was far less vocal when I gave her another cavity search. I did it just to make absolutely sure that there was no chance of her hiding something. She could always have something hidden in some corner of the room I have not considered. She did design this space after all, so I have to remain vigilant. I wonder does she have a co-conspirator that might come to her rescue? Her face turned absolutely crimson and she started to whimper a little when I showed her the long rubber gloves and lube. I was very thorough and she could barely do anything about it but test her gag. I am not sure if she was screaming obscenities begging for mercy or trying to bargain.

  She tried to get away from her sponge bath as well, I wonder if I would put up so much resistance to avoiding basic hygiene if I was the prisoner. So to pacify her well, I had to put her in a strangulation leg lock for half an hour to calm her down, it’s for her own good. I held her on the edge of blacking out, stopping her breathing letting her struggle and gasp then giving her the tiniest bit of air and starting again. I must say she has really fine legs and such a nice round bottom. She did blush and squirm when I ran my hands over her body to check that everything was alright. She needs a firm hand or she will do something truly stupid again. I am going to make sure that she is alright, even if she can’t really appreciate my care just yet. I am sure that in the end she will realise that this is for her own good, even if that day is far off in the future.

  Day 7 – Dear Diary, I have had another little dream, this time I was back in my own room but my stepdaughter had my bed. This time I was locked in a pet carrier at the foot of the bed. I was unbound, but the cage was so small that I could barely move my limbs a millimetre. I was held immobile crushed by the tiny dimensions kneeling immobile. I tried to speak, however there was a ring gag in my mouth. I could only watch her. She woke up and she had heard my attempts to speak. She walked over wearing just her night gown, she looked so self-confident so full of glee. She bent down and worked one finger in through the bars of the cage, into my mouth through the ring gag.

  I glowered at her, she giggled and pinched my tongue. I couldn’t resist as she worked three fingers into my mouth and had me gagging on them. I tried to fight her but the cage seemed to grow tighter and the ring larger. Then she had four fingers wedged down my throat. I was choking and she pulled her hand out. Moments later she had the long rubber gloves and lubricant. I watched her put them on with a sense of dread. Then she moved behind me, I felt the tips of her rubber covered fingers probing my body and I woke up.

  She keeps trying to resist my care and ignoring my rules. The girl is indignant that I will not release her from her bonds. She wants to be allowed to bathe and eat by herself. Not that I could or would trust her by herself. I would not leave her to hatch some sort of escape plan, or give her the opportunity to attempt a seditious rebellion. If she had remained quiet when un-gagged then she would have been fine. But her defiance warranted a response. Especially after I specifically told her that she was not to speak. I have tightened up her elbow strap removing the last bit of slack, really that was the least I could do.

  She is far more helpless now, and it has put quite a dent in her little ego. She was crying and whimpering as the last few notches were pulled tight, as the rubber sank into her flesh. However I have also employed additional correction and saved my ears from her future protests. By swapping her ball gag out for a black monster. The upgrade is huge a 2 ½ inch model of a similar type that really fills her jaw up. This one comes with an extra strap that goes under her chin as well as the strap that goes behind her head. That helps to make it very snug, it’s quite cute the way that it frames her face.

  Of course I let her keep my red panties as something to remind her of her predicament and encourage her to behave in a more ladylike way. She is almost completely unable to make a coherent sound no matter what I do to her. Twisting her nipples, probing her body holding her at the point of passing out. Spanking her harshly, she cannot make one sound that I can understand as much as she tries. She was on a cocktail of drugs and alcohol, based on what I disposed of. So I presume that all of this might be the result of her coming down from her addictions. I feel that keeping her on a short leash will make her much easier to deal with.

  She put up such a protest at being re-gagged, cursing wiggling around. Alternating between clamping her jaw shut and trying to bite me. It was so bad that I had to wrestle her into another submission hold again. Perhaps I will need to resort to excessive corporal discipline to get through to her. I doubt if she has had a single spanking in her entire life, I bet she only ever got her privileges revoked and then only for a tiny amount of time. She never really suffered any proper correction in her entire life. The old adage might well be true, spare the rod spoil the child. Though there is something to be said for squeezing the insolence out of her, rather than trying to beat it out.

  It’s quite relaxing with the little brat squirming between my supple thighs as I control her air supply. Really it is quite charming to watch her thrash about and wiggle helplessly in my grip, my crushing thighs firmly wrapped around her body. That reminds me of the college days on the team. I remember that cocky red head who thought she could beat me. Guess who ended up with her sweaty socks stuffed in her mouth hogtied begging me to let her go. My current opponent, well she loses all will to fight when I have her nipples captive between thumb and forefinger. She just whimpers into her gag and tries to remain stock still. As I twist them tighter and tighter until her poor flesh is nearly numb.

  I do feel sympathy for her, really I do. But the most beneficial thing that I can do is to keep her bound and unable to act out. When I go into her cell I am just wearing the rubber apron now. Any other clothing, well it just seems to get in the way between the two of us. It’s also quite fun to smother her against my breasts and the rubber apron. She tries to pull away, but soon I have her head between my bosoms the rubber pressed against her nose. She can’t really resist, perhaps I am playing with her a little too much.

  Day 8 – Dear diary, yet another day yet another strange dream. This time my stepdaughter was kneeling ball-tied, jammed into a tiny tiny cage. The cage was set upon a table. The cage had lots of geared wheels around the outside and each turn of a wheel made the ratchets click and the cage grow tighter. She mewed into a ring gag as I walked around the cage tightening it and then tightening it some more. I made her watch as I put the rubber gloves on then I slipped my fingers inside her body and she started to moan. I moved my hands faster and faster playing with her body. Her moaning in pleasure became louder and louder until her flesh gripped my fingers quivering and I woke up. I wonder what the hell these odd dreams all mean? Maybe I am reading too much into them.

  The little pain was trying to get free again, despite the mounting punishments from the last couple of times. I don't think that she has learned a single thing in all the time of her incarceration, despite my best efforts to correct her. Her head must be as thick as a stone block, nothing I do gets through to her. Though maybe I have to ask myself does she like the bondage? Is she actually turned on at being bound and punished? Does she like being wrestled and squeezed subjugated and suffocated. It would explain a lot, also I think that she must be a lesbian as she seems to get aroused when the two of us are pressed so close together. Her body does show signs as if she is in heat, especially when she is on the point of blacking out. I put that deliberation to the side for the moment, as I had to proceed with disciplining her.

  This morning on close inspection I found that she had managed to work the rubber strap off her elbows and down her arms, in a bid to get some measure of freedom. I wonder if this was part of a cunning plan to escape, or just plain old fashion frustrated rebellion? I suppose in time she might have been able to work away and shed the rest of her bonds. If I was completely inattentive to my duty in keeping her under tight control. Well I was not going to allow that possibility. She is only getting out of this little prison when I have deem that she has graduated. When I am completely happy, that she has been properly reformed. Turned into a nice well behaved girl who would not dare act out against her family. Someone who is going to behave responsibly. Though I think it will just be easier some times to keep her bound up hear for the foreseeable future rather than to go to the lengths to correctly educate her.

  I was forced to use corporal punishment upon her, really she just has herself to blame. Before I have played with the concept, a slap or pat to emphasise an instruction. Now I sat on the bed and took her over my knee and gave her the mother of all spankings. It must have lasted forty minutes with her bent over my lap. I only stopped when my hand was going numb and my elbow and shoulder were beginning to ache. As much as she struggled she couldn't resist being disciplined. The upgraded gag was reasonably effective at smothering her wailing, as she panicked trying to scream her lungs out, kicking her legs uselessly up in the air.

  To stop her trying that trick with her elbows again I have a special leather contraption I ordered a few days ago. It was detailed in one of her magazines, a curious H shaped device. I purchased it in preparation for such an event. It employs a leather pad sandwiched between the elbows then one tailored leather harness strap is connected above the elbows and one below the elbow joint so that there is absolutely no way to remove it. That is once it is tightly fastened and locked in place her elbows might as well have been welded together. The straps are so tight the muscles in her arms bulge around them, it must be very uncomfortable.

  She was truly sorry after I had it fully tightened to the last notch and locked it in place. She jingled a little as the padlocks rattled when she tested her bonds. She must have been begging for mercy as I tightened it up all the way. That is based on the desperate murmurings coming from her gag. It forced her shoulders back and made her naked breasts stand out rather prominently. A little test was in order, I cruelly twisted her nipples proving just how helpless she was. I really don't think that she will ever be able to get her elbows free again.

  More squeezing caressing and fondling proved just how impossible it was for her to get away from me. She truly has a breath-taking body that I must say looks far better bound. Her jaw line looks better when forced around the orb of a truly giant ball gag. Her shoulders look so much better pulled back out of the way. The silhouette of her body was made to be restricted ever so tightly, to be made into an artwork of rubber steel and leather punishment.

  Though perhaps I am getting ahead of myself. To add a layer of security onto my dear prisoner I put both her hands in these thick black rubber mittens. Items that were originally going to be prescribed for prisoner zero. They are inordinately punishingly tight once I put them on her, I am not entirely certain how I could remove them at this point without cutting them to pieces. They are restraints that go up to just under her armpits. I use them first after all before she could use them on me.

  I released her wrists one at a time added the rubber mitten restraints rolling them up her arms then tightened the cuffs and added the elbow clincher I described earlier. She didn't like the result, she knew how solid they are and I had to tighten her gag another notch. Then I bent her over my knee again and gave her another good long hard spanking with my other hand until that too was numb. Honestly that might have been a waste of effort, her bottom was already in such a state that I am not sure that she felt anything really.

  Perhaps she will eventually learn to stop attempting to escape and to stop trying to resist. I am after all only trying to look after her. To feed and clean her, to take care of her basic needs. If she does not learn to comply in these basic matters, then her bottom will remain cherry red for a long time to come. I gave her another little cavity search for contraband and then we had one of our one sided wrestling matches. She squirms and struggles but can’t get away as I squeeze her more and more tightly. The gap between my thighs is practically her second home now, held on the verge of blacking out as I give her a little squeeze. It is strangely relaxing to hold her breasts and squeeze and kneed them it calms her down and myself. I still think that maybe she really is very heavily into self-bondage and she somehow concocted this entire thing to force me to look after her. If that is the case for the moment I am still too wary to even consider letting her go.

Dear Diary Part 3

  Day 9 – Dear diary this is odd, but my dreams keep sliding around. I dreamt that my stepdaughter was spanking me, my arms were as immobilised as hers had been, held in the exact same way. She used a paddle then a crop then a cane and it hurt so much and after it was finished she kissed me on the cheek. After that she pulled a rubber hood over my head and she started to spank me again and this time I woke up. Is this guilt for what I have done to her? Or something else, perhaps mealy curiosity to find out what it would feel like.

  She tried to refuse eating her food today turned up her nose at what I had prepared, a hunger strike I guess. She tried to really resist as I brought her head down to the bowl. A rather pathetic protest all things considered. Rising from some misguided sense of rebellion that still addles her mind, it stopped when she was face down held in her food. So to punish her for her attempted transgressions I stepped things up a little. The ends of the mittens can be strapped tightly together making them that bit more snug and secure. Even though she had a little wiggle room between the mittens it should have been something she couldn't use to any effect. I suppose she could have gripped something between that gap, now it is completely gone. The old leather wrist cuffs gave her the tiniest bit of movement in her arms, with the gap between them. However I have now swapped them out for an Irish 8 pattern bronze and stainless steel lock block. Another one of the marvellous range of products that she was intending to tie me down with, purchased using her allowance, the express delivery was worth the exorbitant fee.

  This new arrangement has no wiggle room whatsoever, it securely holds her wrists tightly to the security belt with a couple of threaded bolts. There is a reinforcing plate as well to go on the other side and I had to remove the waist belt to add it on, but the process was fairly smooth. When I put the arrangement back in place I managed to get the belt an inch or two tighter, to make her nice snug and secure. It really enhances her curves, pulling in her flesh above her hips. It really gives her lovely body a nicer shape. She looks gorgeous with such a curvy silhouette. She grumbled into her gag but as I said some women were born to be bound and she is definitely one of them.

  To the cause of keeping her in line I have donated a pair of my black silk panties to add to the red ones, she shouldn't have grumbled so much. Her eyes really went wide, she tried to resist but I soon had her even more firmly gagged. She seemed to be choking for a few minutes. I held her and massaged her breasts to calm her down. But after a little more time she adjusted to her new oral pacification regime and accepted that it was going to remain the new status quo. You could see the burning indignity in her eyes subside as she became used to it.

  Hopefully now she will finally accept that I am in control, she will be put in her place and give up on her foolish pride and defiance. Maybe she will understand that all resistance is futile and stop acting out like a spoilt little child. Or she can keep chewing on my panties indefinitely, perhaps she actually enjoys the taste of my underwear. She certainly gets a decent amount of it stuffed in her mouth. I am still not entirely certain that she hasn't engineered this as a complicated sort of self-bondage scenario. She seems to be capable of some future tactical planning, and yet she has also been very inconsistent.

  However to counterbalance this she also seems to be capable of some truly silly mistakes, especially when blind drunk. We had another round of spanking and one of our friendly little wrestling matches. Despite her bonds she was quite frisky trying to get away, before I gave her a nice deep cavity search. Not that she ever can resist bound as she is, plus there isn't much room to escape to. I put her in a neck lock and held her on the edge of blacking out while I played with those lovely breasts of hers to calm her down, it’s like squeezing two giant stress balls. She struggles so hard yet it’s all for naught, I simply pin her to the floor and keep squeezing away. I can fold her body into all sorts of knots she tries to resist but soon she finds herself in a back breaking hog-tie or her ankles behind her neck. It’s so cute to hold her like this, sometimes I could just leave her folded up into such an adorable ball, the tighter I squeeze her the harder her nipples get and the more aroused she becomes between her legs, though I strictly forbid her any relief.

  Day 10 – Dear Diary yet again the dreams flipped. This time I was back in control again. I had my laundry basket and it was full of socks and panties. My dear little charge was strapped to a high chair unable to move. Her head was locked in a stock and I had her jaw pried open. I seemed to spend the entire dream just forcing one piece of fabric after another into her mouth. It’s strange as dreams would go, as I actually ran out of underwear to stuff between her lips and I woke up. Though she does have a big mouth in reality you couldn't stuff an entire hampers worth of laundry into her protesting gob, as much as I am tempted to try.

  By this point escape without outside assistance is truly and utterly impossible. So you would think that she might settle down and make the best of her current situation. At least that was what I was expecting. But no, with her wilful nature she must look for other ways to defy me. I was early today, and as a result I found the naughty girl trying to pleasure herself against the bed frame this morning. She did this when she wasn't expecting me to attend to her early. I had expressly told her that it was forbidden, as I was using the rules that she had created for prisoner zero. Those were the rules that she was going to apply to me, so I am going to apply them to her without any exception.

  As a result I was forced to use a raft of punishments upon her, to try and properly correct her. To dissuade her from the mistaken belief that she had any tiny lingering control over her own body fate or freedom. To begin with I gave her a brutal spanking, all over her bottom and her thighs until they were one red bruised mess. This time I was prepared and used a solid hair brush from her own room, there is a little irony there. I had already acquired more punitive items in preparation for such an action. So to make her suffer that little bit more I changed her ball gag. Swapping the current one out for a three and a quarter inch blue model. It comes with broad thick rubber straps and a cruelly tight locking head harness. One strap goes behind her head and locks pulling the gag in, one under her chin forcing her to bite down. The last is Y shaped and goes over her nose pulling the whole thing tight around her head.

  She was already finding it quite the challenge with two pairs of my panties already stuffed in her mouth, but she will get used to it in time. As before with the new gag she still retains the same panties. I have reduced her stride to a foot long hobble. She is even easier to control with the suffocating gag in place and her stride so hobbled. She was quite compliant after that, it was fun to give her a sponge bath then a shower. The two of us pressed tightly together naked in the shower stool. I made sure that every inch of her body was very clean, scrubbing her two or three times over.

  She was moaning into her gag and wiggling as I dried her off. From now on I am imposing extra draconian restrictions to break that last bit of defiance. I am forcing her to sleep hog-tied, her ankles linked to her wrists to prevent any naughty nightly shenanigans. It is a bit sadistic true, but well if I put rules in place and she breaks them. Then it is really her own fault, she has to learn that there are consequences to her actions. I have not given her permission to release her pent up tensions, by all rights she should suffer stewing in unfulfilled frustration. I feel that she tried to abuse my trust. What little trust I gave her is now retracted. Let’s see her try and act out while hog-tied tight.

  It is time for one punishment after another, she has to get tired of being punished and restricted, eventually she must give up. She was given another prolonged cavity search that made her toes curl and we had our daily wrestling match. It was fun to watch her go red as she struggled. But it was still as one sided as ever as I held her down and pinned her in place with my naked body. Still I am wondering considering how aroused she is. If she is starting to like the bondage that she is subjected to. Am I rewarding her by tying her up even more tightly every day? Am I actually being manipulated into fulfilling her lewd desires when I act as her strict warden? Does she want me to keep on punishing her, if so there must be a limit to how much she could like this, right?

  Day 11 – Dear Diary, strangely enough no dreams tonight I slept soundly. However she made a couple of hurtful comments this morning when I was brushing her teeth today. She was really mean and spiteful, I considered washing her mouth out with soap. Maybe I should have used a dental gag to spread her jaw. Maybe I was too easy on her, giving her the opportunity to behave like a human being. Relenting even for just a moment to take care of her dental hygiene. Only when she eats and afterwards when I brush her teeth is she ever un-gagged.

  If she tries to talk when she eats I hold her face down in her bowl, so she rarely tries that after the first time I did it. She is baiting me, but she knows that I will punish her? Is this really what she wants, even more punishment? But I have said I will do something so I have to punish her. I had to spank her yet again, this time with a proper wooden paddle. I had considered using something else from her room like a belt. But a properly crafted implement of discipline won out in the end.

  From now on she will sleep hog-tied more tightly, with her ankles linked to her elbows. Let’s see how she likes that! Her beautiful body is so taught in that position that she looks incredible, the arch of her spine is magnificent. She was born to be bent into harsh bound poses and locked into them, unable to get any tiny bit of freedom. The tighter her bonds the more locks and chains the more it accentuates her lovely form. Well really she didn't like that improvement one little bit. Which was not exactly a surprise, at least she seemed to protest. Though I note her nipples seemed to harden as she struggled in her limited position. I bet if I had checked between her legs, well she would have been quite wet with anticipation.

  So in an effort to further calm her down I placed a black rubber discipline style hood over her head. I purchased it a few days ago from her chosen account. Ready in anticipation of needing to elevate her correction. I purchased a model that was a size or two smaller than would be comfortable for extra effect. It came with these thick rubber nasal tubes that go up her nose a few inches and limit her breathing. They restrict how much air she can suck in at any one time, as they have these adjustable valves on the end. You can open them all the way up if you needed to put something else through them. That really helped to pacify her rebellious behaviour. Especially when her biggest fight is now getting enough air into her lungs not to black out. Restrained like this it was quite easy to give her another cavity search. She can try to resist but there is no force behind it. She is exhausted from just wiggling about as I check her thoroughly, not that I really needed much lube this time.

  As much as she struggles she cannot resist me, her endurance is pathetically small. I indulged in a little wrestling to further teach her, her place. I hammered home how truly helpless she really is. Just how little chance there is of her getting out from this prison that I have created from her specification. Her face looks just lovely with the tight rubber encapsulating it. The bulge of the gag the line of her chin the smooth almost glossy rubber tighter than a second skin. I couldn’t resist kissing her all over her hood hugging her to my bosom. Really it’s a pity to ever remove it, her new look just suits her so well. I just love to run my hands over her encased head stroking the rubber polishing it to a fine shine its breath-taking.

  Day 12 – Dear Diary I soaked the bed with sweat last night. I dreamed that there was this thing in the house prowling about. I spent hours looking for it and when I finally found it there was a rubber hood with the legs of a spider, it chased me and I ran. Then it caught up to me I felt it crawl across my back then the hood descended over my head. It was crushing I could hardly breathe, there were tubes up my nose down my throat plugs in my ears I struggled and pulled but it got tighter and tighter. I wanted to wake up, but I couldn't I was stuck like this. Then in the dream I blacked out and at the same time I finally woke up.

  Poor little thing had an accident right there on the bed, I found it this morning. So I have had to come up with a few additional measures to keep things nice and neat. Given her restricted predicament she can’t exactly go and use the facilities If nature calls. Once I finished cleaning off the bed I put a rubber protector down over the mattress. Really I should have used it earlier, now her bed has a nice thick rubber sheet over it. I wonder if that will make her more or less comfortable. Any further problems were stopped with the combination of a 1 ¾ inch diameter six inch long ribbed greased plug lodged tightly in her rear. Combined with a pair of tight pink rubber panties should stop her causing any more trouble in that area.

  Of course she didn't like the additions, trying to get away trying to make some insulting and derogatory comments through the gag and hood. Trying to wiggle out of my grip and trying to stamp and kick, it was rather futile really but still it was as spirited resistance as she could put up. So, as punishment for her fighting me, well I reduced her hobble to a six inch stride. If she keeps up resisting and complaining then I won’t bother to remove the hood outside of feeding times. Not that I am planning to keep it off all that long anyway. It just looks so lovely plastered over her head that I plan to keep it on her almost all the time. Really it’s a pity I can’t seal it over her head with rubber cement.

  It does take so much time getting the hood back on, properly tightened and neatened up that it’s really a pity that I have to take it off at all. It undoes some of the good work, every time I take it off. I can see a little bit of hope of resistance rekindle in her eyes. I need to stamp that out to make her give up on her foolishness. I did spend some time disciplining her regardless, quite a bit of time really. I did promise that I would take care of her. Spanking her bottom thighs and breasts Is what she deserves. I need to impress upon her how futile her position is. And I did, while she was held in one subjugated position or another filled up the rest of her day. The springy leather crop I used on her was well worth the money, really excellent craftsmanship. Well funny enough I am still using the money out of her allowance to purchase the toys to keep her strictly in line.

  The smack of the leather against her flesh is such a lovely sound. As subjugated as she is in the hood she can barely attempt to escape my discipline. She did wiggle like a mad woman when I introduced her to the plug. Naughty girl got a big fat rubber stopper shoved up her pert little ass anyway. Really what else was going to happen, it’s not like she has anywhere to run to. And it’s dangerous for her to try and run around in that hood, unless I went to the effort of padding the cell. I suppose that's a good idea but it’s easier for the moment to just keep her on a short proverbial leash.

Dear Diary Part 4

  Day 13 – Dear diary last night, what a strange dream! A whim or a vision of the future, I ask myself? I had her bound up tight in a bed snug as a bug. Not letting her move at all, my darling little stepdaughter. She was bound so tight under countless layers of tape rubber leather and steel. She was truly a compact work of art. I had wrapped her in straps and chains bolts locks etc. I had compressed her down to a perfect sculpture. I made sure to feed her and edge her and she moaned into her ginormous gag and then I edged her some more. Of course I had the feeling that I was doing what was best for her. Stopping her from falling to more lewd base desires with the corrections. I lay there and rubbed her body, I woke up slowly and I was stroking my own pillow. Again I ask myself what does it all mean, where will it end?

  I have to ask myself is she insane? She tried to bite the hand that feeds her. And I mean that literally, I am not waxing poetically. When I was giving her breakfast she tried to bite down on my thumb, when I had the spoon halfway to her sneering lips. She spilled her breakfast all over herself. Well of course the gag went back in immediately, no food for her today. Every bit of stuffing was repackaged, every strap tightened to the last notch. Then the gorgeous hood followed suit. I tried to let her eat like a person, and that is the thanks I get. I will not wear that, I will not tolerate that sort of behaviour. From now on the hood is staying on all day every day.

  She didn't like having to sleep in it. Now she will barely get any rest-bite from life encapsulated in that lovely tight little glossy rubber hood. Unless of course I am feeding her or brushing her teeth. I think that from now on she can eat out of a bowl on the floor. Tightly hog-tied like the little feral animal she behaves like. I was trying to be nice to her, feeding her by hand. It only makes me think how ungrateful that brat is! Really I should have gotten a hood with some sort of opening to feed her through, then I wouldn’t have to remove it. But that again still gives her a small chance to misbehave. I tried to give her a moment of dignity, but she threw it back at me.

  I think that if she dares to resist that new arrangement, then well I will force feed her with a bung funnel gag that I have purchased. I think perhaps a ring gag during her feeding times earlier on might have been a sensible option from the start, especially considering her belligerent behaviour. Still that is too late now, perhaps I am at fault for giving her a moment of freedom. I have punished her giving her a little upgrade for her transgressions. She has now transitioned from the 1 ¾ inch plug in her rear end to a 2 ½ inch diameter eight inch long plug. It is rather punitively ribbed and quite a bit longer than its predecessor. She certainly made a fuss when I assertively forced it into its new home.

  Though I admit that I didn't really use that much lubricant this time round. It was a tremendous struggle without it to force the new plug home. But a punishment is a punishment and she has to learn her place. As confining and intrusive as that place is. If she wants to put up a fuss maybe the next time I can use hot sauce as a lubricant. That would certainly make her squirm for a few hours. I have no remorse at doing something like that. She was planning on doing it to me, she even had the bottle of Inferno Instant death Demon Chilli Barbecue sauce in her room.

  Also even though she was going to order the waist belt, the one that she now wears as part of the restraints intended for me. I don't think that she knew that the waist belt had a fitting for a crotch strap, a separate order. An optional accessory that they charge more for, well I got it a while back. It does work quite well and I made it really tight as a fitting punishment for her defiance. The black strap really sinks into her flesh and really stands out against those lovely tight pink rubber panties. I must say the creak of rubber and leather when she tries to move is music to my ears. I bet it must make the plug feel even larger with that strap in place pushing it uncomfortably home. She really squirmed about with that strap done up tight to the last notch and firmly locked in-place. That was until I put her into a nice tight hog-tie for the night.

  That calmed her down, or at least it made her unable to express her discomfort. With her ankles firmly strapped to her elbows she was rather immobile. She was a helpless adorable little ball that I couldn't resist squeezing and tickling. When I tickle her toes she tries to thrash about desperately. The creaking from her bonds is quite dramatic but ultimately futile. Her peals of laughter are so loud that if you put your ear to the gag you can hear her chuckling and chortling.

  Day 14 – Dear diary, again the realm of dreams besieged me. Our rolls our fortunes were reversed. I was the captive in the cell bound stretched out and she had all manner of implements to tickle my bound feet. Feathers a tooth brush she used them all. I was forced to laugh into the gag again and again unable to escape. Then she tickled my ribs and I was almost blacking out from the hysterical laughter. It seemed to take hours before I woke up, back in a world where everything is in its right place. I think that perhaps I will lay off the tickling for now, or at least reduce it.

  Checking her this morning I was quite alarmed, despite her misbehaviour I still have a duty to care for her. Somehow squirming about against her bonds in the night she had almost managed to roll over and fall off her bed. She could have injured herself dreadfully, I would have had to take her to hospital or pay a discrete physician to come to the house to treat her. I found her on the very edge of the bed, I don't like to think what could have happened. An injury could be minor or far more serious. I do wonder what she was doing, trying to escape wiggling out of her bonds? Was she trying to get enough friction in the crotch strap to satiate her lustful flesh, I honestly can’t tell?

  So today I took the extra steps necessary to make her even more snug at night and in general to keep her firmly in hand. I began with a custom made leather hood over the rubber hood a tight black one that laces and straps up really very tight. She seemed to really struggle as I made it tighter and tighter, as useless as her struggling is against her current collection of bonds. She had no way to resist the inhuman pressure I placed around her head as I did the buckles and laces up. It looked so lovely in the catalogue, I just had to have it for my little charge. I just knew that she would give me an excuse to use it on her. She just can’t help punishing herself with her defiance.

  It felt gorgeous to run my fingers over it. To tighten it a little then hunt for wrinkles. At first she seemed to flinch at my touch then she got used to it. I followed the instructions from the website to the letter. First wetting the hood letting it soak for an hour then applying it as tight as it would go. Then using a hand drier on a low setting to finish drying out the material. Going over the leather with the drier in a slow circular motion to get it perfectly tight and flawless. Then using the brush and buffer to really make it look perfect. Perhaps I was meant to do that last bit when she was not wearing the hood but it’s too late now. Then when she was hog-tied I tied her toes to the back of the hood. I had some toe cuffs and a short leather strap that latched onto a designated fastening point at the back. Its mounted between the rows of straps over the top of the laces on the crown of the hood.

  It was incredibly effective at removing that last bit of wiggle room. When the anchoring strap was properly tightened up she had no way to struggle whatsoever. I was relieved she is held nice and rigid, there is no more danger. There is absolutely no chance that she can roll over now and hurt herself. Of course she was not very appreciative of the effort I went to, at least if I can judge from the amount of garbled grunts into her gag. Not that they were very loud, but I can still sort of understand the tone of her pathetic mewing. But then I don't think that there is any gratitude in her. Sometimes I don't think she appreciates anything that I have done for her, all of it is ultimately for her own benefit. Still there are some compensating factors. I think the tighter I make her bonds the better she looks. Her body is built to be pulled into even harsher bondage, I don't think I have really began to explore what could be done with her. Should you have sufficient time and put in sufficient force to mould her body.

  She got another spanking and more wrestling, it’s really unfair on her but undeniably fun to hold her squirming body locked between my legs. Cuddling her is so easy with her hog-tied tightly like this. It’s quite funny but the tighter you bind her arms the larger her breasts seem to grow, it’s quite strange. They are just so inviting you just have to reach out and squeeze them ever so tightly, she seemed to enjoy it as I could feel her nipples hardening. With her toes like this it is quite fun to tickle her and watch her squirm. I know I said I would lay off on the tickling, but I couldn't help but indulge myself. She howls into her gag and her breasts are bouncing around as she pants for breath. I could just keep doing that for hours, so I did. Finding her very ticklish indeed. She must have been absolutely hysterical under the layers of gags and hoods. With the toe cuffs linked to the back of her hood she is such a nice compact little package that she will never get away, regardless of how desperately she wants to, no matter how much she squirms.

  Day 15 – Dear Diary, I had an odd dream, my little charge was now out of her room. Back in her normal clothes but she kept the hood, not the leather one but the rubber one. It was secured by a padlock and she had the padlock on a chain around her neck but she chose to keep the bond in place, she chose to be subjugated by the hood. She had a nurse assisting her, helping her to dress guiding her to move about. She drank through a straw in the hood but importantly the hood was not released. I found the dream enchanting, it was quite surreal all things considered. I wonder if she is safe to let out? If I keep her in such a device would she behave? I don't think I would risk it yet.

  Wearing the double layered hood has done wonders to pacify her rebellious streak. The poor little thing is rather meek at the moment. Well certainly in comparison to how she was but a few days ago. It is wonderful to finally see some improvement in her deportment and attitude. Especially after all the effort I have gone to over the last two weeks. I think tight lacing a discipline hood over her head, as a personal little private sensory deprivation prison is the best therapy that she can receive. It’s really a pity that I have to remove it at all, as it suits her so well it is so very fetching wrapped around her pretty little head.

  I have to wonder is there a way I can keep her properly hooded and nicely subservient at all times, to keep her well in hand? The hood looks so gorgeous on her when it’s perfectly tight. It’s so tight she really was born to wear it, as if it was a second skin. The material is so thin and tight, even through two layers, you can make out every strap of the gag and crevice on her face through the hood. I must say I could spend hours tracing over every line of the gag. I made sure that it was as snug and tight as possible. You need to build up from a solid foundation, if you are ever going to get anywhere in this world. That was a quote from the papers she wrote for prisoner zero. I think that she might have taken some of the wording from a book on how to train your dog. If any bitch is being brought to heel in this house it will be her.

  I really should resist the temptation, but I can’t help myself. The cavity searches the spanking the thigh lock wrestling and the tickling while she giggles manically and really tries to struggle against her bindings. It’s all working away against her resistance breaking it down. All those techniques seem so much better at taming her when she is so completely isolated in the hoods crushing embrace and she has no other input other than what her body can feel. She is left to contemplate the escalating consequences of her numerous bad choices.

  Pouring through the extensive research material she left behind. I think I did see something in one of her magazines, an article on long term isolation bondage and medical play that might just do the trick. She had a lot of notes and pictures on the use of rather aggressive medical play. Where to get the most sadistic devices how to use them in the most humiliating and punishing ways. There were several pages in her notes on the patient zero scenario on the subject and even stricter subjugation. I know just what I need to express order for my little charge.

  Sometimes I wonder if this is going too far, but then it could have just as easily been me on the other side of the hood. I don't think she would have stopped. If what she had planned had come to fruition, I would be locked in a far worse condition than she currently is now. I need to make sure that she is given no option to turn the tables. If she has to suffer her bondage becoming a little tighter, then so be it. A small price to pay for her eventual rehabilitation, and my continued freedom.

  Day 16 Dear diary, strange dream. I dreamt that we were both on equal footing. Both myself and my stepdaughter. We were both trapped next to each other in tiny cages. Both sealed in bitch suits of thick rubber. Bound with tight leather harness over the top, both with punishingly large plug tails and both ring gagged. We were forced to eat from bowls side by side, heads locked in an opening in the cage. Then we were strapped in place in a 69 position ring gag to pussy. We entertained each other licking and sucking, until I woke up.

  I have finally done it, I have eliminated the one time when I had to reduce her bondage. I am so profoundly relieved that I don't have to remove the sumptuous gag or those fetching hoods any-more to care for her. I have fitted my little step daughter with a long term Nasogastric feeding tube. To start off I reinforced her gag, she panicked a lot as I aggressively packed her mouth with an additional pair of my blue silk panties. A rather voluminous pair with lots of frills as well as the usual affair. This was on top of the other two pairs. Then I applied and tightened the ball gag to the very last notch compressing all the fabric. I added the rubber hood smoothing it down meticulously and then the nice tight leather hood. I was particularly brutal when it came to lacing it up, but it was of course for her own good.

  After that I used the hair drier for ten minutes on medium heat. After a bit she did start to struggle. She was really distressed as the leather shrunk around her head. The leather was absolutely perfect really flawless when I was finished. It’s just so tight and punishing it completely crushed her wayward spirit. But that was just the preparation! In the tube went very carefully up her nose then down to her tummy. Now I don't have to go to all the effort of unpacking her even a little bit every time I feed her. So that she can’t disturb the tube I have added a sturdy padded posture collar, it makes her tilt her head back at quite a severe angle. I have used rubber cement to seal the tube in place and to glue down the laces at the back of the hood so nothing can come undone. I also made sure to lock the posture collar on just to be on the safe side. I filled the keyholes with more rubber cement.

  There is a little stopper valve on one end, it will be soup and protein shakes from now on. Still this diet will allow her to keep her weight down. There is a regrettable down side to this lovely procedure, as she is no longer getting any fibre in her diet. I am going to have to start giving her a nice big high volume enema a couple of times a day to keep her regular, just to maintain her health. I have increased her butt plug to the 3 and ¾ inch wide ten inch long aggressively ribbed discipline model. The one with a built in check valve to make the process of giving her an enema as smooth as possible.

  Also I can make her retain the warm soapy disciplining water for a couple of hours to properly clean her out. She really squirmed about with the first one, it was just so sexy to see her struggling. Just to be certain if the first enema doesn't completely flush her out the second or third will definitely do the job. Our little wrestling matches are so much more fun when she is filled all the way up, so desperate to escape. Her poor little belly bulging as she strains against the plug to expel the water sloshing around inside her. It is of course impossible, she has so little control over her body now. When I tickle her like this she is just so adorable. Trying to scream hysterically through the gag, her belly sloshing about against the tightness of the waist belt.

Dear Diary Part 5

  Day 17 – Dear diary, the dreams come again, this time the situation is reversed. I am bound as my step daughter is. Blind mute with my arms crushed behind me. But on-top of it all I was wearing a chastity belt. In the dream she was so forceful, pinning me down. She strapped me down to the bed with my legs spread wide. Then she removed the cover from the front plate of the chastity belt, exposing my rather excited flesh. She ruthlessly attacked me with her fingers lips and tongue. She was edging me mercilessly. I couldn't squirm at all, it was truly maddening. She seemed to spend hours and hours, in response I was struggling futilely against my restraints. I woke up very early wrapped in my covers. I had rolled over in them they had wrapped around me so tight for a moment I thought that I was bound up. I have to wonder does this dream indicate a sympathy for my charges predicament? Or mealy a curious desire to experiment for a few hours, only time can say.

  Well I can attest that she really doesn't like being kept in the tight little hood for 24 hours a day. She was placid to begin with, but eventually she started to get cranky and struggle. As truly pathetic as that is to watch. Also unsurprisingly she really doesn't like the four litre hot soapy enema bag. I make sure to make it very hot and very soapy just for her. She was wiggling about desperately with her cute little bottom jiggling as I filled her up. I had to hold her down quite forcefully to keep her pinned in one place throughout our last session.

  Poor thing especially didn't like being forced to retain it for two hours, while I rather thoroughly massaged her. That had her trying desperately to make some noise into her gag as I squeezed her tummy. Or the two ice cold flushing enema's after that. She was shivering from the cold inside her, poor little darling at least that seemed to finally calm her down. But then there is practically nothing that she can do about it in her current tightly bound state. She certainly can’t stop me from doing that to her and giving her a little check-up while I do it.

  During the day I have had a brain wave on how to further control her. I have started to strap the back of her hood to the sadistically tight elbow clincher to make her a bit more cooperative. It puts pressure on her already crushed elbows and pulls the hood even more snugly it makes her body look even better. Of course the extra pressure on her arms makes her breasts that little bit more prominent and perky. It’s really useful, it gives me a handle I can use to grip and manoeuvre her about. Her breathing is so limited that she really can’t put up the slightest resistance. She can try to dig her heels in but she has no grip and the hobble limits her stride giving her no purchase, her arms are totally useless. She can thrash about for a few seconds before she is about ready to black out from the exertion. All her accessories, they work so perfectly to control and contain her it’s marvellous. She really is lucky that I care about her this much, that I am willing to invest this effort in her correction.

  As a trial run I have also started to use a short leash attached to the posture collar. To make her even more controllable when I interact with her. It’s so easy to lead her about, and if I want to I can grab the straps behind her to turn her around or bend her over. The cavity searches are getting a bit more intimate but she doesn't complain, well she can’t! She is completely dependent on me for her every need. She has almost no control over any aspect of her body or her movement. Now finally, I think that I am getting through to her.

  By now she must understand that there is only one way that this will end, my way she will have to be completely subservient and compliant like a good little well behaved daughter. She is so tightly bound that she can’t even shake her head in disagreement. I was a little cruel when I said to her, if you want to be released just nod your head. Oh, the ways she tried to force her head to move it was quite comical to watch her straining against her bonds. Her back is taunt as a bowstring she is forced to look so far back she might as well be looking up at the ceiling.

  Day 18 – Dear diary, no dream tonight. At least none that I can remember. Unfortunately I face a monumental set back in my dear stepdaughters rehabilitation. I caught the naughty girl trying to pleasure herself again. Despite all the previous punishments and my strictest warnings on what would occur if she should reoffend. This time she was rubbing up against the head board with her knees spread as wide as she could. So I have had to come down on her so very hard for defying me. Now she is wearing a set of locking agony brand clitoris and labia clamps. These are the ones designed for long term where that slowly shift the clamps pressure about so that they don’t cause any permeant damage and keep the flesh nice and sensitive. I tightened them onto her aroused flesh the little blunt teeth bit into her body and she really tested the packing on her gag.

  In the end she was reduced to one little ball of pain quivering on the floor, totally unable to persuade her new accessories from releasing her most intimate areas. That will prevent any further naughtiness, unless she really gets off on pain! Admittedly I found it hard to tell as I was tightening her new adornments, if it was terror or enthusiasm. She could still be a complete masochistic slut who is simply manipulating me into punishing her for her own perverse enjoyment.

  When I think about it she really doesn't seem to like her new intimate jewellery. It’s now practically impossible for her to achieve any sort of orgasm or pleasure with them in place, she is viciously clamped on every bit of exposed flesh. These were items I found at the very bottom of her bondage stash. I think that she was planning to use them on me once she had captured me, so I have no trouble using them on her. The other alternative was that they were part of herself bondage play, which would logically mean that she was indeed a complete masochist. So, I might have rewarded her and she is just hiding it very well?

  The posture collar has a little remote control shock function. It’s an option that I have installed by bolting a separate module onto the side of the collar to correct her. I tested it out several times causing her quite a bit of additional stress. One press on the remote and it made her fall down like a doll with its strings cut. Of course I only used it on her when she was in bed, so I didn't risk causing her any real damage from a fall. Repeatedly shocking her makes her really test the tightness of her bonds.

  She can have a five litre enema from now on and I have replaced the butt plug with an inflatable model with large blunt spikes bristles and ridges on the sides. The whole thing can expand to about six inches in diameter, every time she resists it will be pumped up a little bit more. Heck when I am feeling bored it will be pumped up a little bit more, just so I can watch her little ass wiggle. The enema's are now three times a day, while she is awake she is in a rather dire predicament almost all the time. Still I guess it will be worth it, if she is genuinely reformed.

  Of course the real punishment is not the enema but what I can do to her while she is subjected to a filling. Every little thing that I can do to her becomes so much more intense when she is helplessly filled. She is so hesitant to resist for fear of causing herself further discomfort. I can hog tie her tightly and just sit there rubbing her bulging tummy and tickling her. Watching as she strains pitifully against her bonds trying to get away. Her predicament is so utterly futile, the muffled cries that she makes into her massive gag, they are such sweet music to my ears. She really hates having her tummy rubbed like that and yet she can’t get away from me no matter how hard she strains and struggles. If I left the keys or tools in her cell, I don’t think that she would be able to find them let alone use them. We have experimented a little with breath play as an extra bit of correction. It’s just so easy to just hold my fingers over her nose and she just wiggles about in my grip trying to get a breath of air, she is so helpless in this position. Tickling her like this is hilarious. Its absolute devilish fun as she really tries extra hard, especially when I tickle her feet.

  Day 19 – Dear Diary, another strange dream visited me last night. On this turn of the wheel I was the one on top. We were both in some sort of dungeon, some sort of prison. I was the warden the interrogator she was the one bent over a wooden bench. Her head and wrists in a pillory her feet in stocks a round wooden base beneath her tummy forcing her rump to stick up. I told her to confess and she tried to. Before she could reveal any information I shoved a massive leather gag into her mouth. I spanked her and told her to confess. She tried to confess but I couldn't hear her through her gag, so I kept on going. Finally when her bottom was cherry red I removed the gag. She said “I confess I love this, I love you”, then I woke up. What am I to make of these dreams, what are they projecting from inside my psyche?

  She really disappointed me today, after all the lovely solid progress I thought that we had been making. Her misbehaviour seems to know no ends. I found her trying to work the labia clamps off by rubbing them against the bed. Trying to hit the release catch with the bed post. I figure that she must have a good knowledge of the clamps if she had it in her head how to release them, or perhaps it was just desperation. I had to tighten all her existing clamps as punishment just a little to make the spikes bed in a bit deeper. That really made her pull on her bonds, testing there indomitable tightness. They were of course more than adequate to keep the little filly hobbled.

  Of course that was just the start, of course I had to go further. I have added weighted nipple clamps from the same line of products. They jangle about ever so nicely when she moves. They are quite harsh and yet on some level artistic. The workmanship is excellent with the tear drop style weights and the aggressively spiked curved clamps. I have now fully inflated the plug in her rear, she did squirm energetically and of course I spanked her soundly. Her bottom jiggled in a most pleasant way as I spanked her as if her bottom was a bongo drum.

  It’s almost as if she wants me to punish her, I have my suspicions that she is really turned on, that she likes me doing this to her. Now I could do something extreme, like fill that plug up with liquid rubber and see how she likes it as a permanent addition, but of course that is going too far. I am here to correct her not to permanently hurt her. Plus eventually I would have to remove it and that would be a real pain for me and her.

  She seems to want to continue our wrestling sessions, no matter how harsh I am to her. She seemed eager for my embrace as I grappled her. Maybe it’s the human contact that drives her touching another after being sealed in that hood. I suppose that it is good exercise. I have to keep her fit and engaged somehow, she seemed to suddenly bounce back after all the new tight jewellery. What can I do to her, to bring her in line in any lasting way? I saw one thing that might give her a fitting impact on her predicament and allow me to assert some proper lasting dominance over her. I do like wrestling with her and pinning her down. But she keeps getting back up or at least trying, it is a little disconcerting she is undaunted despite this. Perhaps I wonder if she likes being knocked down in this way? Or is it some defiant part of her mind that will bend but not break? Do I really want to risk exerting enough pressure to break it, to break her?

  Day 20 – Dear Diary, the dreams again. This time I was dressed as a nurse, she was in a straight jacket and hood. I wrapped her in medical tape then bandages and more bandages until she was thoroughly totally mummified. Then I put her in a bag then I put such heavy straps around the bag and so on and so on until I was left with what might well have been a very thick rolled up carpet. Am I doomed to keep wrapping her up in layer after layer? Will all the pressure finally crack what is deep inside her? Or will I crack and indulge in something more?

  Today when I went to check on her after giving her an enema I went to give her food. I returned to give her breakfast, her morning feeding would be a little early. I found her contorted into a strange ball. I was puzzled, I watched her for some time. I realised that she was actually trying to lessen her restrictions. At least I think that she was trying to remove her punishing nipple clamps with her toes. She realised that she was in trouble when she realized that I had returned. I have taken the situation in hand. The only course of action to further discipline her totally without any hint of mercy. I set about caning her feet, running lines of red agony up and down her tender soles until they were hatched backwards and forwards with red lines. After that she could barely stand and was left kneeling on the floor, but it was only the beginning of her punishments.

Next I gave her a round of brutally filling hot soapy enema's designed to break her inside and out. At least to cause her the maximum amount of discomfort. I used very hot water a massive quantity of itching soap and maybe nearly twice the volume. I made her hold it and hold it before finally draining her punishment away. Then when she thought it was over I dragged her to the bed strapping her face down to the bed her ass high in the air and legs spread wide. She thought that I was going to spank her bottom and she seemed to wiggle a bit in anticipation.

Instead I ravished her anally. Really pounding away at her until our bodies were hammering together. It was energetic, it was feral. It was a force of will of nature, I could feel my heart beating my blood pumping. I felt anger and frustration, I used it all against her. For the implement of correction I used a rather massive brutal ribbed rubber spiked strap on of considerable size, both in length and girth. Purchased on her allowance as a fitting punishment for her transgressions. I was going to leave her in no doubt as to her place.

  She was desperately trying to beg I think at first. She was struggling against her restraints, they held her fast. I gave her all my anger all my frustration. Every bit of emotion transferred into every punishing thrust. After two hours of vigorous barely lubricated anal discipline to break her. I believe that I have finally gotten through to her. She was convulsing about intently against her restraints, her rectum stretched around the massive rubber member. The rubber cylinder squatting in her rear passage was staying in place embedded in her flesh. Though I am not sure from her twitching body if her response was from agony or a masochistic climax of some sort. She does seem to be very moist between her legs, which is odd considering everything done to her.

  I will keep her company in bed tonight. If she tries to resist or struggle, then I will give her another session of discipline as vigorous protracted and thorough as the first. Though I think if she needs a second session I will forgo the lubricant as an additional punishment. It required quite a lot of force to hammer the strap on home each time. Her tightly bound body despite spending so much time plugged was not prepared for its intensity or dimensions, who knows what tomorrow will bring.

Dear Diary Part 6

  Day 21 – Dear Diary, no dreams tonight or from now on. They have become real. There vivid promises, they are realised within my embrace. She is such a sweet thing, either she has changed my mind or I have changed hers. It matters not which way round it was. There is now harmony in this house. We cuddled naked together all night, I held her tightly as if I would never let her go. Although her movements were rather limited, I appreciate her sensuously rubbing up against me immensely. The strap-on remained lodged tightly in her rear end. Filling her tight little rectum to capacity, pining her in place and yet she tried to work herself against me. She was not struggling to get away. But rather trying to rub herself against me to encourage me to continue again where I left off. She seems to rather like the domination, the feeling of being owned and controlled.

  Now she seems to just want to be spanked cuddled and pounded in the rear mercilessly with the strap on. She is purring into her gag lustfully, she is filled with sublime contentment yet still demanding more attention. She is such a model prisoner, so eager to be punished. She follows my every command. Ready to please her warden and I will of course oblige her. I will use her in the harshest way I can think. I will work judiciously to placate that delectable masochistic spark embedded deep in her heart.

  She seems to need it deep down on some level. She seems to crave it physically instinctively almost spiritually, a longing to be controlled. To be brutally taken owned and subjugated in every conceivable way. To surrender her will and her body to another that she cannot hope to resist. So, I harshly subjugated her and took her mercilessly. All the while squeezing and caressing her bound body again and again over every tightly bound sumptuous inch. While she squirmed beneath me, begging to be taken yet again. Twisting writhing in pleasure and anticipation of further excitement as I ploughed her into the mattress. I took her to the point where I thought I might break her mind or body, maybe both and yet she was still begging for more.

  I wrestled with her, bending and contorting her body to its very limit. I took her again as she was stretched into the most extreme of poses. Her legs knotted and bound folded and contorted so tight she couldn't twitch. We both orgasmed together time and time again until we collapsed in exhaustion. We slept wrapped in each other, with our bodies entwined as a knot of passion and release. I think deep down that she always wanted to be prisoner zero.

  Even if she didn't realise it at first, the resentment that she had for me was a projection of her own self-loathing. She was carefully designing her own captivity, her own punishment. She knew that she would fall into this trap on some level. All the drink all the drugs all the bondage were some sort of strange cry for help. Now I have her and I think that our new forged bond can only grow as time moves on. We are becoming more and more in sync, two halves of the same. The lines are blurring then mingling when we are together in this way.

  Day 22 – Our games continue, I have her credit card and there are so many lovely things that you can find online. I am sure that she appreciates everything I get her, every gift that I lock upon her nubile body. This time I got her a pair of killer 6 inch strap on shiny black fuck me heels to wear. They make her feet adorable as if she is straining reaching at the very limit of her body, she is as tall as she could be. Though she can barely balance on her toes, she looks about ready to collapse yet she has never looked more lovely. To compensate I have put padding on the backs of her heels and gel pads in the toes of the shoes, to make them better suited for long term wear. I am here to care for her after all. I added little locks to the shoes, heart shaped brass ones. Its adorable the way she rattles and jingles as she moves about. She can barely stand in them, I have not removed the ankle cuffs hobbling her, as the reduced stride make her wiggle in a most magnificent way.

  But still she seems to really like the restriction that they impose. Including being punished while wearing them, her body bending over the bed, it really enhances her curves. They really look incredibly sexy on her, they were really expensive items a quality product. Nothing is too good for her, especially if it will help sculpt her body. I will have to take them off to tickle her feet but that can wait, I can still reach her ribs after all. I really liked that session with her taunt buttocks pressed against my hips. The high heels go a long way to sculpt her legs into utter perfection. I mean she could be a supermodel an Olympic athlete. She is a true work of art, with the correct encouragement of course.

  Her legs felt so good, as I ran my hands up and down her taunt limbs. After every session she just begged into her gag and wiggled her ass for more correction. The harsher the better. Her pussy is so moist it’s unbelievable. Even with all the clamps tightly applied she is unbelievably aroused, a real bitch in heat. She is a complete masochist in this regard, wanting nothing more than the tightest most merciless bondage. The mask has fallen away and I can see her for the slut she is. Always begging to be punished and enslaved. Wanting nothing more than the harshest tightest bondage I can imagine. She enjoys the pain, she enjoys the pleasure the restriction the humiliation all of it. She certainly adored it when I removed the clamps and licked her until she orgasmed in a tremendous multiple climax, at one point I think that she blacked out.

  Of course I replaced them all again tightly afterwards, which she also seemed to rather like. Moaning seductively as I screwed the teeth down on her flesh. Inside the clamps there is a little wheel a cam mechanism. As it turns it varies the pressure on her flesh. So that it is not always so crushing and so that she can endure them for a very long time. She gets awfully sad when I am away from her. Even If it’s for a small matter, such as getting her food ready. She is a little in need of further training in this regard. But I am sure that it is possible to coach her to appreciate moments of quietness.

  She is a completely and utterly hopeless, a perverse twisted little masochist that needs to be tightly bound every moment of every day for her own good. I now realise that her natural position is of complete subservience. We have now found an equilibrium between us. A firm solid bedrock of a relationship. A place where she has found the correction the domination that she needed but didn't realise, until but a few scant days ago.

  Whenever I try and release her even a little, she moans and begs me to keep her this way. So I will oblige her, I was going to take the hood off and talk to her but she made such a fuss. Though I must admit it is a mistake to ever consider reducing her bondage. Her submission could be some act to convince me to release her. I have to ask would she truly turn the tables now? Though now I think on it, it is a very remote possibility. The idea of her switching over to a dominant imprisoning her warden if given the opportunity. I have to ask would I risk it, in truth no not yet?

  Day 23 – I have gotten the darling girl a nice tight black leather waist clincher with the prettiest little red laces. I have added it under her security belt, it is reinforced with strips of tempered surgical steel that are sandwiched between leather and layered silk. I laced it so tight she fainted at first, it does wonders for her waist and she is practically purring with pleasure. Her curves are picturesque, a real wonder an hourglass comes to mind. Of course I have to reduce her enema's by quite a bit now. But they seem just as effective at the reduced volume with the extra compression. I would swear that she wanted me to massage her, despite the discomfort that it causes.

  I have ordered her a tread mill for the basement, one with nice high side rails. So she can’t fall off it, ready to keep her legs nice and fit and toned. I will need to add a few straps and a support harness. But thankfully due to her preparations there are plenty of eye bolts ready to connect everything to. She seems to crave the punishment I give her, so I will keep obliging her. She needs to be stroked caressed spanked and bound. I am happy to keep her in this state, as so apparently is she. Moaning and purring with every spank and tickle I apply to her tightly bound body.

  Of course the waist clincher somewhat reduces her ability to breathe. Not that the hood didn't already. She has not got the same endurance that she did before. Not that she really had a great deal weighted down with all her bondage. It doesn't matter so much as she is not resisting me in any way, she is lovely and compliant now. Still it puts some pressure on her lower ribs and tummy. When I feed her I probably need to space it out, so her compressed tummy can cope. The feeding with the nasogastric tube goes well. We shall see what her endurance is like with the lovely tight leather restricting her breathing after a bit of training and acclimatization. Still to watch her pant and see her breasts heaving up and down with their weighty jewellery. It is a lovely sight to behold, to hear her jingle as she moves. I think it will make it feel even more intense when I give her a good hard session with her not so little friend. Still I need to make her exercise to build her up and to properly condition her.

  Day 24 – She absolutely loves the combination of the heels and the treadmill. That thing was a pain to drag into her room and a pain to assemble easy assembly my ass. I have been giving her very persistent motivation with a riding crop, not that I really need to. Also I have added a very strict leather arm-binder over the top of her existing arm bondage, to really tighten down on her. She was moaning into the gag like a slut in heat as I laced her in. She seemed to like that as well, nuzzling me very affectionately after I applied it to her. I gave it three goes, tightening the lacing before I was truly satisfied that it was strict enough for my little darling. I have rigged up a line to support her body, so she can’t fall over on the treadmill. I anchored it tightly to the top of the leather binder which comes with a generous number of suspension D rings.

  Back to the arm-binder, I noticed that there are some gaps between her arms and the leather. I was able to inject an expanding flexible gel into the gap with a mastic gun to properly stop it up and close out that imperfection. It was the kind of stuff used to create a water tight seal in a bathroom, it wouldn't do for moisture from her shower to get into the restraint. I had to get a specially made oval bronze and steel lock block. That metal hoop securely holds her wrists and binder tightly bolted to the security belt, in the place of the previous one. It sits a little higher up on the belt forcing her arms into an even more punishing position. It looks absolutely gorgeous and it’s as strict as they can make it. Her wrists might as well be riveted in place like that. It’s completely escape proof, and of course ordered using her allowance making it all the sweeter.

  I have replaced the leather ankle cuffs with steel ones. These steel restraints are designed for long term wear. They have a double lock so that they can’t accidentally be tightened to the point where they can cut off circulation. They have a lining, well it’s really a separate item that the cuff locks around, I had to pay extra. It’s a liner made of silicone to protect the skin from damage. I was going to restrict her stride with the same six inch hobble, but well I am upgrading her bondage to steel. So I went with a very thick clunky chain that rattles a lot when she moves.

 Curiously there is also a fixing point in the centre of the chain where you can add an additional weight. I imagine her struggling with a ball and chain. That seems excessive and impractical, at least for the moment. Though it peaks my interest and wets my appetite for something to try in the future. Not something permanent but something to try for a few hours, a weight on a clip, maybe even just a short length of particularly stout chain. Now I think on it perhaps combined with a pair of ballet boots, making her stand on just her tippy toes. That would be a vision and a tight rubber hobble skirt that would look so good on her. I think maybe rubber or leather, one with a cut out for her bottom. So I could have access to cup it and squeeze it. Yes I think that she would like that and she would wiggle her bottom in the most delectable way.

  We now sleep together every night, I wake and we continue where I left off. She so enjoys having her breasts sucked and nipples licked around the clamps. She moans into her gag she purrs and rubs her bound body against me. And after that she rolls over, the inviting way she wiggles her bottom when she wants to be taken firmly in hand is so incredible. I just want to discipline and bind her even more harshly. Oh, how she craves every moment of it, as I must admit do I. We have found our understanding and finally bonded. Our little difference of opinion has been settled, mealy water under the bridge.