Bri rolled her eyes, it seemed like just about every week Ryan had a new passion for something new, from being a race car driver to an astronaut. That was the question. !979 had brought me a good man. A god-damn Knight in Shining Armor. The problem was, he wanted a commitment. That’s what I wanted, wasn’t it? Then why was I thinking of hurting myself? Before I could formulate an answer, the psychiatrist opened the door and motioned him inside. Doug turned and gave me thumbs up as he shut the door behind him. Bri began to squirm in an effort to escape from the tight ropes that encased her. In her struggle, the gag slipped out of her mouth and Kimmy noticed immediately. “Now, now, we can’t have that.” She added smugly and retied the gag behind Bri’s head. Bri let out a moan as the gag was re-tied very tightly. Mmybe wemm shoudmmum meeemt mum um dad firms,” Jo commented but my brother ignored her and turned to me.

Well, why didn’t you say so in the first place?” No need to get vulgar!” a petulant voice called from one of the bags. Alright Peter. Please excuse my anger. I’m calm now! Please understand that I am not used to a male telling me that I’m making a mistake! And it’s been a long time since a male even spoke to me without permission! But of course you are new here, and do not know our rules. So I won’t punish you! But, please, just be quiet. I will give you a chance to speak later” Well, we did the maze game and I won the rounds then we did the poles game and it was a wet one for my sisters,” Jocasta gave affirmed yelp in reply. In 1979 I committed myself to a private psychiatric institution for evaluation for suicidal ideation. This is a true narrative of the events that transpired. Names have been changed to protect identities.Oh, this is my cousin Melissa,” he pointed at the girl who tried to smile using her eyes. My brother, father and brother-in-law introduced themselves while we gagged ladies just gave muffled replies. Johannes interrupted us, guiding the group into what definitely looked like a maze. “This is the castle maze, grown out of one side of the main garden. It’s not just any maze but for men and ladies to play cat and mouse or cops and robbers or whatever you call it. Basically girls, naturally bound and gagged, with have headstarts ahead of the men–these headstarts may vary according to agreements between teams and our officials–and will move through the maze. The men, or ‘cats’ or whatever you wish to call them, will have to find their girls under a given time.” It’s going to be a fun time,” he said, slowly removing the ball. Noticing my drool, he produced a hanky, wiped it, raised my drink to my lips, raised his, then with cheers we drank. He talked more about American and British sports and then as the clouds parted, identified the different stars and constellations. Then there was moment of silence, me admiring his looks while him not able to stop focusing on my pushed-out cleavage and well intentionally parted legs. However, after talking with Bri and Ryan about escaping like Henry Houdini, Kimmy hatched a plan to introduce Bri to her first of hopefully many tie up games. On and on they prattled nonsensically. My temples throbbed. There was no respite. No intervention. The shank of anxiety in my chest twisted deeper until I couldn’t breathe.

She continued “I see you are a well-fed male. And have not been exercising much. All our inmates are overweight and unfit when they arrive. We remedy that gradually, and with care, so that our men become as lean and strong, as males are naturally intended to be. But our Society provides more improvement than purely physical. We modify male attitudes, and make males into good slaves of women. I emphasize the word “good”. Any male can be a bad slave. We train males to be good slaves!” Very well sir. Margo,” he called. Suddenly, a waitress with a rather short skirt and patterned tights came up to us. What surprised me was that she was gagged with a red ball gag protruding out of her mouth. Her hands were cuffed in a rather long set of handcuffs in front of her and looking down, her ankles were also encased in leg irons. “Thsmwy,” She spoke through her gag and guided us to a table. As she handed out menus only to the men, I noticed that other female staff were similarly dressed, bound and gagged. Oh my gosh, they really were serious about this bondage! I did not possess the fortitude, at that point, to walk out of her office. What was wrong with me? Maybe I could get some help, figure out my life , I reasoned , signing the papers to commit myself for observation. It sounds like you’re having some suicidal ideation. Have you tried to harm yourself?” she asked. I shook my head. Dad, Jaigo and Martyn brought us ladies in a circle. “Ok,” Dad started, “We’ll split up into two groups. Who really needs to go to the loo urgently?”I was grateful for this ‘freedom’ and rushed in to my room, washed my face and change into simple shorts and new T-shirt. Out to get a drink, Jaigo corner me. “You like that guy, don’t you?” Over here is something rather new but similar,” our guide continued and we entered what really looked like a medical operating room. Inside were four metal tables, with medical restraints and medical instruments by the side. Oh my gosh, oh my gosh,” the redhead exclaimed in horror. “This is too much. What if we get any complications?” After about two hours of sleeping she awoke and wriggled around a bit, before complaining her arms were sore. I loosened the arm strap in the hope that it'd give her another few hours, but no dice. After several minutes she indicated she'd need to be let loose, then made her way to bed (while I began my overnight work-from-home gig). She's been sound asleep ever since. She’s going to spend a little more time with us, but you shouldn’t worry about her. You’ll get to stay here a couple more hours and then you’ll be home.”

Yemmm,” she replied and he cut away the tape and moistened her lips. He tensed but the she said in a calm voice, “Yes, doctor. I feel…my brain feels like it went through a huge carwash.” Well Sayle actually tried it once with Martyn, Avena tried it with her friends,” I was surprised to hear that. “And Jocasta has a medical condition in her well you where.” My dad never like to mention female private parts. Firstly, I handed the bunch of keys to Mandy, before sitting down on the cold stone floor and beginning to bind my ankles together with a tightly wrapped and cinched rope, which I finished with a secure knot. I repeated the process three more times, firstly just below my knees, then just above, before finally completing my leg bondage around my thighs. Thank you, Miss. I don’t know what to say! I think there’s been a mistake. This has nothing to do with my stories. I’m just here for a weight loss course. I don’t know anything about what you….” This is the suicide watch cell,” Nurse Marie said. “We have two and getting more. Basically, any girl who exhibits suicide-like tendencies is brought here. She’s strip naked, attached to cuffs,” she pulled down one to show us, “and kept standing or even cuffed to the wall. We keep them naked and there’s only this,” she pointed to a small hole, “for body relief.” All of us emitted scared muffled tones. “No, we won’t demonstrate.” Phew.

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Nurse Jodie turn to Laura and announced, “Looks like Dr Blymire suddenly turned busy. She recommended you go you to new room room first. How does that sound?” What the hell is this?! The words flashed on the tablet screen. Why am I topless and strapped down like this? Well, Mel here’s out,” he pointed to a smaller print saying it was for 18 years and above. “But sure, I’ll join.” From the Middle Ages until the 19th century, Ghent was a powerhouse in the Northern European textile industry. For about 500 years, it was the second largest city in Europe, right behind Paris. These days, it only has a population of about 250,000, and that’s thanks in a large part to the near collapse of its textile reign. But in its heyday, it had a comparatively large number of prisoners, and all those prisoners meant tons of free labor in its booming textile mills. It was an advert for drinks and dance at one of the castle’s bar and lounge in the evening. “Music from the oldies to the present day. Dress code smart casual and prizes for best dancing pair, guy and girls,” Jaigo read. “Well, what do you say?” He turned to Jonathan.

As some people got up to leave, the trainer would follow them while yelling in their faces. Just like my father did when he was angry. I was paralyzed with fear. Oh yeah, transformation. A female escapologist looks for the ultimate challenge - and, unfortunately (for her, at least), finds it . . . It’s true,” my brother growled and pinched my nose, allowing him to push the dreaded ball inside and secured the gag. “Ten minutes for bath. Don’t you try remove the gag.” Shaking my head in amazement, I managed to shower. Outside, I found my brother had laid out the shortest skirt I brought and a tube top laid out. Hours later, Laura was stiff from the extremely tight bondage as well the cold temperature of her room or rather cell. Yes, Dr Blymire and Nurse Jodie has lowered her room temperature and pumped a special gas into her room. Just as Laura thought she would roll over frozen, the cell door shifted open. Water,” whispered the dark-haired girl in the body bag. I knelt down closer. “Would you please get me a glass of water?” she pleaded hoarsely.Amy sighed deeply with regret. She’d known all along that this impasse was going to surface, but had until now put off taking steps to remedy the situation. For she knew that, without the assistance of someone to help her, there was no way she could utilise her new most treasured possession to its fullest potential. And there lay her dilemma. For Amy knew of no one within her circle of friends that she would feel comfortable with asking for help. With Dad again telling us not to drink to excess, we headed off and met Sayle and Martyn outside who also would be joining us. My married sister was in a lavender strapped gown but secured tightly in a multitude of ropes and gagged with a harness ball gag. Downstairs couples, trios and quartets of boys and bound and gagged girls dressed up were all lining up for the clubbing. When in line, I spotted that Taiwanese American girl Leanne with a shorter girl. She introduced that girl through panel gag talk as her older sister Claire. Both girls were in white ankle-length dresses and wrists bound with coarse rope. This was all the work on their two taller but young brothers James and Paul. As Jaigo was talking to them, I felt a tap on the shoulder and it was Jon. This,” she whispered, “is what it looks inside. The patient is strapped to a mattress fixed on the ground. She doesn’t get to move up until it is feeding time and gets only one hour of controlled exercise each day. She’s diapered full time. You,” she gestured to the redhead. “Come and demonstrate.” The petrified girl was laid down and the nurses strapped her in. “This is how high-risk patients remain for years. Do you want this treatment?” We all shuddered.