Sabine Furst

by Lord Grey

(translated from German: carg85)

Last addition: 2012-06-22

NOTICE: This story and the concept of Leva are intellectual property of Lord Grey, and changing any part, or publishing it on a commercial site is not allowed.

Sabine waits for the police at the corner. Finally she has pulled it off. Now the Police are going to take away her mother's new lover. Since this scumbag has settled in their house, it was mush all over. Her mother seemed totally crazy about this joker, although Sabine couldn't fathom why. She had met this bloke on the Internet. They hardly met a few times, and this guy moved in with them; half a year ago. There the police car already comes around the corner.

Officer Sheaffer and his female colleague Fester received a call at 19:43 to investigate an assault and possible child molestation. The address given was a corner, where the young victim would be waiting. After Sheaffer finished his coffee, he started the car and sped into the traffic. Around 10 minutes later they turned into Quarterstreet and soon reached the corner, where they saw a girl with a teary-eyed face already waiting. The young one was dressed up way too much for Sheaffer's taste, especially at this time of day. Anyhow, he parked his vehicle at the roadside and they got out of the car. After he introduced himself and his female partner, he began taking the statement of Sabine Furst. Apparently the boyfriend of her mother had hit her. The evidence was hardly recognizable; the redness of her cheek had already mostly disappeared in the mean time. It mostly sounded like a trifle, but Sheaffer's sense of duty required to at least enter the house and take a look at this boyfriend. So together with the victim they drove up to the house. It was a two-story house containing two apartments. The Furst family lived on the upper story. Ms. Furst, a woman in her thirties, opened the door. When the two police officers had introduced themselves, and entered the apartment on ms. Furst's invitation, they described the incident. Ms. Furst seemed visibly relieved that her daughter hadn't gotten into mischief. In the mean time Sheaffer took a good look at the apartment, and decided that it was in fine condition; not at all the untidy mess that he would associate with such an incident. At that moment the boyfriend entered the living room. And then the show began.

"That's the piece of trash that hit me!" cried Sabine, who suddenly became active. "I should have spanked your behind, too, you urchin! Now go to your room and stay there.” countered the boyfriend, who didn’t make any other attempt to intervene. “Now the youth welfare office will find out how you mistreat me, you pig!” replied Sabine. Officer Fester then took Sabine to her room, while Sheaffer confronted the boyfriend with the accusations that Sabine had made. Ms. Furst protested: “This was the first time that he boxed her ears, and she deserved it.” She just doesn’t listen to us anymore, doesn’t do what she’s told and does whatever she likes. She is completely out of control. What should we do with her? She comes and goes whenever she pleases and skips school. The only things missing would be theft and drug use. Then the boyfriend, Thomas Mito, sketched the incident. Once more there was an argument, and when he wanted to send the daughter to her room, where she should spend her time being grounded, she spat in his face. Then he dealt her one in the emotion of the moment. Sheaffer didn’t doubt his statement for a moment, since Ms. Furst also confirmed this convincingly. But it was also clear to him that both were overtaxed with the daughter. In the conversation he also learned that Ms. Furst had a younger daughter, who had no problems at all with Thomas, and even liked him a lot. They had already turned to the youth welfare office, but received no real help, since Sabine didn’t accept any offer for help. Therapy had been offered as well. The Furst family seemed to be genuinely worried about Sabine. Finally there was one more thing to get straight: “Your daughter wishes that the youth welfare office is informed about this incident. Do you also wish that the office is informed?” “Yes please; perhaps then they will finally see how big the problem with Sabine really is.” That concluded the investigation for officer Sheaffer, and he and his colleague said their goodbyes.

During the next days the youth welfare office also contacted the family Furst. A female social worker came by, and a number of possibilities were listed while Sabine was not present. Because Sabine was 16 years old, there was an option that she moved into a youth house, but this was not considered a good idea because of her unreliability. This year she should complete her school, but because of the amount of classes skipped it didn’t look good, and she hadn’t taken care to secure a place for her working experience. Neither were there enough indications for an admission into a youth psychiatry ward; a psychological evaluation of Sabine hadn’t shown any psychic abnormalities that would have justified psychiatric treatment. Of course there were so-called behavioural abnormalities. But none of the offers of the youth welfare office were very promising. They were united in that it would be best for Sabine to spend time away from home. At the end, Thomas joked: “We could ban her to a Swiss boarding school, so that she could complete her school after all.” Though not meant seriously, the conversation turned to boarding schools. The social worker was of the opinion that most boarding schools were not suitable for problem children like Sabine, and that she would be kicked out of them in no time. But off-the-record she gave them an address where another family had good experiences: a foreign boarding school.

Over the next few days Thomas collected as much information as he could find about such institutions. This boarding school in Leva, a small island state, made a good impression. The website was pretty bare, but all evaluations he found on the Internet were quite positive. And everything was in German (their native language). The website left little doubt that they could use firmer measures there than the liberal laws here allowed, and that they made use of that too. The schooling system seemed mostly compatible with the German, so Sabine should be able to complete her diploma there. Several emails and telephone calls were exchanged. In the mean time the situation with Sabine deteriorated, and several times she was brought home drunk by the police. Because of that they could prevail on the state to bear part of the cost.

At the Furst residence it was a busy time. They had planned to leave for the summer holidays immediately after school finished, and everything still had to be packed. Thomas had organised a two-week holiday for the family on a small island in the North Atlantic Ocean. Of course Sabine was also incorporated in the plans, even though she didn’t feel like travelling together with Thomas. But with such a holiday, she could make quite an impression on her colleagues, and apart from that she liked the thought of lying on the beach in the sun and get a nice tan. She didn’t quite know where Leva was located, but who cares as long as it has beaches? Their flight left early in the morning, because just the flying would already take five hours. Sabine expected a fully packed charter plane, but it was just a small jet, offering 16 seats at most. The inside was quite small. On both sides there was only one row of seats. The backside of the plane was separated by a wall, so you couldn’t see what happened there while the door was closed. The front 8 seats were more luxurious than the charters that Sabine was familiar with. That meant it was easy to cope with the flight time, and she definitely didn’t have to sit next to Thomas. The only other passengers were two men in suits; probably businessmen. The crew consisted of a pilot, a co-pilot and on stewardess, a pretty blond in a black and gold uniform. When Sabine asked why the plane was so small, ms. Furst answered that the island wasn’t widely known yet, and tourism still under development. That was exactly the reason why they wanted to go there, because they still had the beaches for themselves. Shortly thereafter the engines started roaring, and the plane took off.

During the flight Sabine enjoyed keeping the stewardess on her toes. On board beverages were free. She didn’t get any alcoholic drinks though; her boarding pass probably listed her age. Both businessmen were bent over their notebooks and appeared to be working. The stewardess chatted with Thomas and her mother when Sabine didn’t require anything from her. They talked about some sort of special institution on the island. Her little sister Marike was drawing something in her note block and listened to music. After two hours a small breakfast was served, which broke the monotony of the flight. Sabine drank one mineral water after the other, which should be good for long flights. Unluckily she hadn’t noticed that there was no bathroom in the front part of the plane. When the need got high, she asked the stewardess where the bathroom was. “A bathroom we don’t have on board; you’ll just have to wait until we land” declared the stewardess to Sabine, which came as something of a shock to her. She wouldn’t be able to hold it that long. In her urgency she turned to her mother for a solution. She promised to inquire with the stewardess, but also reprimanded her daughter for her thoughtlessness. Shortly afterward she whispered a bit with the stewardess, who then came to Sabine and invited her to come with her to the back. Behind the door there was a tiny kitchen and another door. The stewardess opened that one too, and let Sabine enter. The back part of the plane contained some sort of hospital ward. On one side there was a stretcher, on the other side two seats. It might have seemed like the inside of an ambulance, if everything hadn’t been covered with blue synthetic cloth. Before Sabine had the opportunity to inspect everything, the stewardess ordered her to strip her jeans and underwear. At first Sabine stared at her baffled, but when the stewardess started opening her jeans, she took a step back. “Well child, I just want to help you. You can hardly empty your bladder while dressed?” While Sabine unwillingly took off her jeans, and pulled her tight t-shirt down as far as it would go, the stewardess opened a cabinet with a key and took something out that she spread open on the stretcher.

“So, now just pull your t-shirt up a bit and lie down here” she said, and pointed towards the stretcher. Sabine wasn’t too sure about this, but she lay down for lack of ideas. She hardly lay or the woman rotated her towards her and put something under her. Then she rolled her back, and before Sabine understood what was going on, the stewardess had put a disposable diaper on her. Sabine’s mind was in turmoil. Ideas kept spinning through her head for a fitting reaction to what just happened. In the mean time the stewardess drew a pair of plastic pants over the diaper, and set her up straight so she could dress again. Her elastic panties had no trouble fitting over the diaper, but her jeans were very tight. The stewardess checked the fit of the jeans, sat the still speechless Sabine down in one of the seats and secured the safety belts. This was another thing that seemed strange to Sabine. The seats were equipped with a full safety harness, into which Sabine was now put. “Unluckily I can’t put you in the seats in the front of the plane; we wouldn’t want to damage them in case you leak, although the plastic pants should prevent that. Here you can let it go without reservations. The safety belts are regulation here in the back. I’ll check on you in a little while.” With these words the stewardess left Sabine. When the door closed, Sabine immediately attempted to open the safety harness. Too bad she hadn’t paid attention to how the stewardess closed them and she quickly drew the conclusion that she couldn’t open the belts and was stuck to the seat. The harness kept her there with two shoulder belts, one around her hips and one though her crotch, so that she couldn’t even lean forward. After that she tried using the diaper, which was surprisingly hard considering the pressure of her bladder. Only when she relaxed she could let it flow and filled the diaper. That gave her a weird feeling. She felt how the fluid spread all over the diaper and was absorbed, while the diaper grew in volume and the pressure on her jeans increased. She thought she noticed some fluid leaking from the diaper, and hoped the plastic pants would do what the stewardess promised. After the pressure on her bladder was gone, she once more tried to open the belts, but she couldn’t find the latch. She also tried to feel behind her, but without success. All the time she was conscious of the gel-like mass of the diaper between her legs. On one side she hated being tied to her seat with a full diaper, but on the other hand the diaper also gave her a strangely good feeling, which she didn’t understand. She just hoped that the stewardess would soon be back to relieve her of her diaper. But there was no sign of her. Sabine spent the rest of the flight brooding in her seat, and cursing the stewardess. The whole interior was covered with light blue synthetic upholstery. Even if she hadn’t been secured, she wouldn’t have been able to injure herself in this cabin. Then why had the stewardess restrained her, anyhow? Sabine thought that she just got back at her for ordering her around all the time. And while she harboured these thoughts, she tried to attract the attention to her uncomfortable situation by yelling out angrily. But although she shouted her lungs out, there was no reaction. Then she suddenly realised that you couldn’t hear the engines here in the back. The whole room must be soundproofed. “Why would they need something like this?” Sabine wondered. Luckily there was a window in the room, and that way she could see they were slowly descending. Shortly after they arrived at a tiny airport. Only when the plane came to a standstill, the stewardess reappeared and released Sabine from her seat. But first she needed to release a catch behind the seat, before Sabine could strip the belts off. “Why then did you restrain me here like that?” asked Sabine angrily to the stewardess. “But I told you, that is regulation for the passengers here. It ensures that nothing happens to you on the flight. And now off you go; your family already waits for you.” With these words she gave Sabine a pat on her behind and led her through the doors. With an experienced grip she retrieved Sabine’s backpack from the storage compartment and handed it over to her while she jostled Sabine off the plane.

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At the parking lot a transport vehicle awaited her, in which the others already sat waiting for her. Sabine had to rush, and as soon as she got in, the vehicle took off. There was no big terminal, just a small hall, without even a customs office. Thomas collected the key for the lease car in a small house in front of the hall, and drove it to where they were waiting. The small family car offered just enough room for them and their luggage, which was brought by an airport attendant. Sabine had hoped to get rid of the diaper at the airport, but Thomas pressed them to take off as quickly as possible, and of course Sabine had to obey. Of course she also hadn’t mentioned that she wanted to get the diaper off, because she sure didn’t want anybody else to know she was wearing one, and had even used it. Therefore she sat in the car silently and brooding. The car trip lasted for a bit more than an hour, and led through a densely forested area. They stopped in front of a big building of quite sterile concrete. Thomas ordered everybody out, and Sabine assumed that it must be their hotel. She was disappointed that it wasn’t right next to a beach, but in the middle of the woods. But when she reached the interior through the glass doors, she realised quickly that it must be a different kind of building. The Furst family took place in the waiting area and Thomas talked to the receptionist. The entrance hall had, when one entered through the front doors, a reception office on the left with a glass window, like at a bank. Straight ahead there was a double steel door with wire-enforced glass, and at the right side there was a room with a group of chairs and a table. Shortly after Thomas sat down with them, the steel doors opened and an elderly gentleman approached them, followed by two women. The man greeted Thomas and Sybille Furst cordially and very familiarly. Apparently the three of them had previously conversed about something. The women stayed in the background. They appeared to be wearing some sort of uniform; both wore a brown jumpsuit with a belt out of some sort of dull plastic, from which several pouches hung. At the shoulders there were some sort of military-like badges of rank and at their left chest their name seemed to be written. Ingritsdottir and Staub it read in black letters. Sabine couldn’t discern more, because the elder gentleman turned to her. “And this should be Sabine. Welcome at our boarding school. Please follow these two teachers to the rear; they will introduce you to life in the boarding school.” Sabine turned as white as a ghost. Instead of sending Thomas off, her mother gave her away. Sabine wanted to run to the door, but both women grabbed her and pulled her through the steel doors into the building. Those left behind exchanged a few words, before the three of them left the building and resumed the trip to their hotel.

One hour later Thomas turned into a small parking lot. The hotel was a small house and was run by a family. It actually was their house, with just a few extra guest rooms. A second door allowed entrance to a corridor where one could reach the guest rooms without going through the family’s living space. At the end of the corridor there was a dining room with a hatch to the kitchen. There was also a door that lead to the host family’s quarters. The guest rooms were furnished in moderation. Two beds, a big cabinet, a table with chairs, as well as a radio, telephone and a TV. A connecting door led to the bathroom, with a toilet, washing basin and bath/shower combination. Marike’s room was just across her parent’s. Her view was only towards the town, while her parents looked out over the beach. Ms. Siehl, the mother of the family, showed them their rooms and explained things like telephone, TV, eating hours and such. She was a nice woman in her early forties. Thomas and Sybille talked a bit more with her, and learned that this area contained almost exclusively vacation homes, and this beach a favourite holiday area for the natives, since the sea reached the highest temperature here of the whole island. Not that it was that high. The northern lay of the island prevented the sea from reaching comfortable temperatures. Nevertheless the beach got comfortably warm with the sun. For swimming there was a big, heated pool in the city. The Siehl family consisted of five members: the parents, one son and two daughters. The father worked in the housing management of a larger company. The oldest daughter visited the university and came only home on holidays. The son was in a boarding school and likewise only home during the holidays. Only the youngest daughter went on a local school. That much Marike learned from the conversation between ms. Siehl, her mother and Thomas.

In the mean while at the boarding school, the two women had handcuffed Sabine, and brought her into a white tiled room. In the middle of the room there was a treatment table like Sabine knew from a doctor’s office. The woman with the identification Staub opened the handcuffs with a key, but immediately closed it again around a steel tube below the treatment table. Sabine had already given up her resistance when they restrained her. Now she stood miserably next to the table and asked herself what would be next. Then another door in the room opened, and a blonde woman in a white apron and with a clipboard under her arm entered. With her free hand she set her glasses straight and looked up from the clipboard to inspect the situation. She went to Sabine, pointed her pen at the handcuffs, and asked: “Are those still necessary? You won’t give me a hard time, will you?” At a gesture ms. Staub went to the table, released the handcuffs, and put them back in one of the pouches. Then she retook her position. “OK, I’m called ms. Vebra and I’m the doctor here at the boarding school. Ms. Staub and Ms. Ingritsdottir are my assistants, and also maintain order in the boarding school. I’ll do an entrance examination on you now; please take off all your clothes.” Sabine began taking of her t-shirt and bra. Then she realised that she was still wearing the full diaper. Deeply blushing she took off her jeans and panties. “Well, hurry up. There we have a shower where you can take off the diaper and wash while you’re at it.” Dr. Vebra took Sabine through a door to a small bathroom. There Sabine could take the plastic pants and diaper off and take a shower. When she was ready, she came back from the shower to the investigation room with the towel wrapped around her. There on the treatment table a fresh diaper lay ready. Sabine stammered to explain that she didn’t need a diaper and how it happened that she had been wearing one. But Dr. Vebra only replied: “You are going to use it. Are you going to lay down or do my assistants need to take over?” Sabine, who vividly remembered the restraints, decided to accept the situation and lay down on the treatment table. Quickly the doctor had her wrapped in the fresh diaper. During which Ms. Staub rolled up a tray from which Dr. Vebra retrieved a blood pressure monitor. After taking the measurements, she drew some blood from Sabine and let her sit up straight to listen to her lungs. In the mean while she inquired about her medical history and state of health. Finally she took an injection pistol on Sabine’s arm and injected something before she could react. “Hey, what is that about?” Sabine cried indignantly. “It’s just a little something for further examinations.“ replied dr. Vebra to that. In the mean time a man with a mobile stretcher had entered the room and put it on the treatment table. On it lay a bright blue, weirdly formed plastic board. Then each person grabbed one extremity of Sabine, and put her on the board. With practiced movements they tied her wrists to the board and folded dark blue covers all over her. Over her legs, body and shoulders such covers were wrapped and attached there with Velcro. Sabine was so fully attached to the board, that she couldn’t move a muscle; even her head was restrained by a strap around her forehead. Then the man rolled her away silently. Because she could only see the covers, she couldn’t tell where she was going, but she was taken into another room, where the man put some sort of helmet on her. To do that he released strap around her head, and Sabine could briefly move her head. But she could only see a lot of complicated-looking equipment around the room. Then the man covered her head with the helmet, which had a black visor and blocked Sabine’s sight. Within seconds the helmet was fixed to the board and Sabine could move no more. Thousands of tiny needles seemed to come from within the helmet to penetrate the skin of her head. And then the visor suddenly started blinking with many colours. Quickly Sabine lost consciousness. When she came to the man was just taking off the helmet. “What was that?” Sabine asked confused. She tried to sit up, but soon noticed she was still fixed to the board. The man reattached the strap around her forehead and countered: “This machine measures your brain activity under different conditions. That way we can eliminate a number of mental illnesses. That concluded the examination, and now I’ll take you to ms. Steiss, who will dress you. I’ll leave you on the papoose board until we are there, so you don’t have to run around naked. With these words he rolled Sabine from the room through a corridor to yet another room. There he said goodbye to Sabine and told her that ms. Steiss would soon take care of her. When Sabine heard the door fall closed, she tried to escape from the containment of the restraints. But the Velcro held too strongly, and her hands were restrained to the left and right side of the board, and covered with cloth so that she couldn’t reach anything. She could only stare at the white covers and wait until something happened. When would she be reunited with her family? Thinking about how Thomas would enjoy the time with her mother made her feel ill. She had to get out of here as soon as possible. Then somehow get rid of Thomas and have her mother again to herself.

After the Furst family had unpacked their luggage and stowed their belongings in the cupboards, they went off to the beach. Aimlessly the three of them started walking along the beach. Nothing much was happening. The school holidays in Leva would only start in two more weeks. Nevertheless there were a few people drifting around the beach. It bent in a slight curve towards the densely wooded cliffs. At the bottom of the cliff the Furst family found a small beach restaurant. Here they found themselves a table and ordered lunch. Without Sabine, who always made a fuss, it was a quite relaxing afternoon. When they walked back, there were already a few more people around. Several couples walked along the beach, and there were also a few runners and dog owners. Halfway back Marike discovered a young woman, who was taken along on a line by a man of the same age. She was wearing a plastic jumpsuit with on top a set of straps, to which the line was connected. She had already seen several people on the beach with plastic jumpsuits or, more common, plastic dungarees, which apparently was something specific to this place, but to see an obviously adult woman reined like a toddler was a rare sight. The other passers-by didn’t seem to find anything unusual about it, though. The adults didn’t pursue the matter further, but Marike was strangely exited from looking at this harness.

Late in the afternoon the family reached the hotel again. Marike sat down in the dining room with a book, while the adults withdrew to their room. Marike had a good idea what would be going on there, but in contrast to her sister she didn’t mind. Marike hadn’t read much before a girl of her age entered the room. She had blonde hair and steel blue eyes and a graceful figure. But what she was wearing really drew Marike’s attention: a red plastic jumpsuit and a harness! Her hands were covered by mittens that seamlessly merged with the jumpsuit, and likewise the legs had attached feet. Apart from her face and neck she was totally covered by the jumpsuit. The harness consisted of nylon straps with plastic buckles. The jumpsuit was made of non-shiny, elastic synthetic material. Marike in contrast wore blue jeans and a pink t-shirt that didn’t quite cover her bellybutton. “Hi, I’m Marike and I arrived here today.” she introduced herself. “Hello, my name is Vera and my parents own this hotel.” replied the girl. “I’ll quickly lay the table for dinner, and then I need to do my homework” considered Vera and retrieved paper placemats and napkins from a cupboard, followed by cutlery and glasses. Marike kept sneaking a peak at her, while pretending to continue her book. The sight of Vera, and how she laid the table outfitted like that, fascinated her. She regretted when Vera with a quick goodbye disappeared through the door towards the private area. So she turned back to her book, but she didn’t quite feel like reading. After a while she went to her room and retrieved her diary to write for a while. She had just finished her entry when she spied Vera through the window. She was sitting outside and building a large sandcastle. Marike put away her diary and went outside to Vera. She let Vera show her the ins and outs of building sandcastles. She turned the conversation towards Vera’s outfit, and learned that in Leva it was quite normal to wear plastic-coated clothes outside and to be on a leash or otherwise restrained. There were many variations. Normally the amount of restraint became less with age, but in the end the parents decided. After a while ms. Siehl came outside and released the leash from the wall. Marike could see precisely how she opened the catch with a key, and rolled up the line while Vera moved towards her. At that moment ms. Furst also came out to call her daughter for dinner. “Oh my god, look at you! You can’t come in like that; take of your pants immediately, otherwise you’ll take half the beach with you inside.” Marike didn’t care to take off her pants outside in everybody’s view, but her mother wouldn’t let her in with all the sand. So she took off her jeans unwillingly, and gave them to her mother while she rushed in to her room. Of course she did see that Ms. Siehl only had to hose her daughter off. During dinner she turned the conversation to these jumpsuits. Vera had changed in the mean time, and wore a simple blue dress. Apart from the Furst family, there was one other family staying at the hotel. All sat at the same table, and so they could converse. Thomas was quite interested how children were raised in Leva. They talked about many aspects, and finally Ms. Siehl offered that Marike could use the things of the older sister, while she didn’t need them anyhow. After dinner both girls were allowed to play a bit more together and Vera showed Marike their living room. A thing that drew Marike’s immediate attention was a strange construction in a corner. It looked like a cube with sides made of clear plastic. The framework measured about 1.5 meter square and consisted of brightly coloured metal.

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When she asked Vera, what it was, she answered that is was their playpen, in which she and her sister were put when they were smaller. Vera showed her how the door on the side was opened and let her enter. After she closed the door Marike found that it was impossible for someone inside to get out by themselves. The door could only be opened from the outside. The walls were of this kind of thick, transparent plastic that was padded with air cushions. The floor consisted of two gymnastic mats and the top was covered with a net. From the outside Vera explained that they normally could take their toys in with them, or just watch television. Through the wall Marike tried to look at the TV while Vera turned it on. Through the plastic the TV image was slightly distorted. “Are you letting me out again?” she asked Vera. “Hmm, actually I’m not allowed to do that. We are allowed to go in but not let anybody out. I’m afraid you’ll have to wait until my mother comes and lets you out.” Marike’s heart began to race. A feeling she was unfamiliar with took control over her. She must have looked pretty shocked so Vera quickly put her at ease: “Of course I’ll let you out; the times that we were put in the playpen have passed.” This in turn caused a smile on Marike’s face and she said with mock seriousness: “No, no, I wouldn’t want to get you into trouble. But why don’t you come in and keep me company?” Vera tilted her head and briefly considered this, then turned on the children’s channel, adjusted the volume, and put the remote on the couch. Then she came to the playpen, opened the latch and entered. The door closed by itself and the latch closed. Now both were locked in the playpen and had little else to do than watch the movie.

Sabine could just hear how the door was opened and somebody moved towards her. Then the face of an elderly lady entered her view. She concluded that this should be ms. Steiss. The woman looked a bit peevish with her hair bound backwards and thick glasses. “OK Sabine, I’ll soon get you loose, just one moment.” Briefly she disappeared from view, before she returned with something in front of her. Then she released the Velcro and helped Sabine off the board. She led Sabine to a small three-footstep under a metal construction. On the way Sabine had the opportunity to check out the room. It was pretty big, and reminded her partly of a tailor’s workshop like she knew only from movies, and partly of a warehouse. Sabine had to get up the step and grab the two high handholds of the metal construction on the left and the right. Ms. Steiss then stuck a circular tape on each lower arm, from which metal wires ran up to the construction. When she pressed a button, Sabine felt a strange tickling in her arms. Greatly surprised she had to conclude that she couldn’t let go of the handholds anymore. In the mean time ms. Steiss began to buckle her feet on 2 rubberised foot plates, so that Sabine hang in the construction like Leonardo da Vinci’s Vitruvian Man. At this time a young woman entered the room. She was about 20 years old, straight blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Over her white dress she wore a chest harness out of black straps. “Ah, nice timing Inge, please sit down.” greeted ms. Steiss, and pointed at a chair close to the wall. Inge went to the chair without a word and sat down. Ms. Steiss went up to her and connected a leash that hung freely from the girl’s back to a mounting plate on the wall. Then she took several things from a simple plastic table in front of the girl and put a piece of paper and pen down. Armed with measuring tape she came back to Sabine who had observed everything incredulously. Ms. Steiss measured Sabine’s body and called out the measurements in cryptic form, which Inge then wrote down on the paper. During this Sabine was turned this way and that in the metal construction, until she lost track of what was up and what was down. The woman worked with practiced efficiency and quite fast. When all measurements were taken she put latex examination gloves on and released the tapes holding up the diaper. Then she took very precise measurements of Sabine’s abdomen. After she finished, she went over to the desk and made a short phone call, after which she released Inge from the wall and sent her along. Ms. Ingritsdottir and Staub came into the room, and ms. Steiss and Staub moved towards the storage shelves. Ms. Ingritsdottir on the other hand turned Sabine up straight and pulled a table under her. The other ladies came back with a cart full of different things. First she got yet another diaper, this time not a disposable but a preformed cotton one, which was quite a bit more bulky than the disposable one. Sabine tried again to explain that she didn’t need diapers, and she was perfectly capable of using a bathroom. “Little one, we decide here what you can and what you can’t do, and believe me, we know better what is good for you.” With these words Ms. Steiss finished with the diaper. The table was pulled away and Sabine was turned up straight. Then the three-footstep was put back and Sabine’s feet were released. She tried to stand up, but the diaper was so thick that she had trouble to stand up straight. If she hadn’t gripped the handholds, she might have fallen, but she couldn’t let go, no matter how hard she tried. Ms Staub in the mean time held up gigantic plastic pants in which she had to step. Then it was carefully pulled over the diaper and covered her abdomen fully. Next she had to step in some sort of white fabric, which, when pulled up, turned out to be some sort of body with short arms and legs. Over her arms and shoulders there were zippers, so she didn’t have to be released to put it on. Finally they put another piece of clothing under her and Sabine had to step in with her feet. Then ms. Ingritsdottir took off the tape on her right arm, and put it in the right sleeve, while holding a firm grip on her wrist. Ms. Staub did the same on the left side, and then closed the zipper at the back of the jumpsuit. Sabine quickly noticed that the jumpsuit’s sleeves had no openings for the hands. In stead her hands were in an inflexible casing, which prevented her from gripping anything. The jumpsuit was of a horrible orange colour, with attached feet, several attachments and eyelets, and closed sleeves. Ms Steiss then took several pin locks from the cart and attached the sleeves to the waist, the ankles to each other so that Sabine could only take small steps, and the zipper on her shoulder. That defeated Sabine’s plans to take off the diaper at an unguarded moment.

Sabine considered for the tenth time to what kind of boarding school her parents brought her and what they could have told about her. It was clear that she at first would have to play along with this evil game, but sooner or later an opportunity would present itself for her to run away from here. A pull on her arm brought her back to the current situation. Ms. Ingritsdottir had gripped her arm and pulled her towards the door with the words “This way”. Ms. Staub followed her with a big bundle that she took from the cart. Sabine had trouble walking because of the small steps the jumpsuit forced her to take, and the diaper she felt between her legs with every step. Nevertheless Ms. Ingritsdottir pulled her inexorably until they entered an elevator. With a key she operated the elevator, and when they got off Sabine was lead through a door to a large corridor. There they waited briefly, until a woman in a beige dress came to them. “Hello Maria, I bring you a new one, Sabine Furst.” “Alright, we already expected her. I’ll take her over.” Maria called another woman to her, who wore the same dress, and she let her take over the bundle from Ms. Staub. After saying goodbye to the two other uniformed ladies, she turned to Sabine. “I’m ms. Eichner, the leader of this education group. In the coming days you will be introduced to several areas of this boarding school, but first you’ll be in Isolation. It’s this way.” With these words she shoved Sabine, who had a very bad feeling about this, along the corridor. Stopping in front of a door, ms. Eichner pulled a key ring from a pocket, and opened it. Behind it was a room of around 2 by 2 meter. The whole ceiling shone in a milky white. The walls and the floor were, like the door, covered with a light brown synthetic padding. The only furnishing was a camera in a corner of the ceiling. Otherwise the room was empty. Ms. Eichner ordered Sabine to enter and closed the door behind her.

Sabine first tried to sit down, which was pretty hard considering the restrictiveness of the jumpsuit. Nonetheless there was little chance of hurting herself; the room offered little possibility for that. Sabine explored for a while how much movement the suit allowed. She could move her arms a bit, but the casing around her hands made them useless. Her legs she couldn’t spread far apart, so she kept feeling the thick diaper between them, which reminded her unavoidably that she had no choice but to use it. In an attack of pure despair she began to rave and tried to tear the restrictive suit apart. After five minutes she gave up, exhausted, without tearing even one seam or opening one pin lock. Laboriously she rolled into a corner and sat up. Many thoughts whirled through her head. What else was going to happen to her? Whatever were her mother and Thomas up to? When would the authorities start wondering about her disappearance? Definitely not within two weeks. That long at least she had to hold out here. But how much time had passed since she was locked into this room? Anyhow, this time Thomas would be finished. With this she would finally get him in jail.

Sabine began to reminisce about the past. The good times she had with her friends, how they were hanging out, got drunk, rode their motorcycles through and around the town, robbed stores and how the police could pin nothing on them. Sabine stood up and walked along a wall. 10 feet long. The next wall was also 10 of her feet long. A square room, somewhat higher than wide. “By the way, a cool beer would do nicely” considered Sabine. “A cool, sparkly beer straight from the bottle.” Frustration and anger rose in her. How dare they lock her up like this? What kind of boarding school was this, anyway? Sabine began to gnaw on the fabric of the jumpsuit. It tasted horribly, almost bitter. She quickly gave up, since with her teeth she couldn’t achieve anything either, and they started to hurt. Then she heard the latch of the door. Sabine hoped she would at last be released. A young woman entered the cell. She wore a beige dress like ms. Eichner and carried a bundle in her hands. “Hello Sabine, I’m ms. Plazer, one of the educators of this group. I brought you your lunch.” With these words she knelt next to Sabine and pulled an object out of blue plastic foil from the bundle. “Wonderful; how am I supposed to eat with these mittens? “ The blue object turned out to be an eating apron. Ms. Plazer placed it around Sabine’s neck and closed it in the back. She couldn’t place her arms in the sleeves because of the jumpsuit, so the apron hung around her somewhat loosely. “You don’t. For now I will feed you. And when you cooperate, it’ll soon be over without trouble.” With these words she opened a plastic container and loaded a spoon with some mash, which she held in front of Sabine’s mouth. Unwillingly she opened her mouth and let the mash enter. It didn’t have any texture and was just as mash as mash can be. It didn’t taste special, neither bad nor good, but it wasn’t identifiable and not comparable to anything Sabine ate before. The spoon was of normal soupspoon size, but of a soft rubbery material, so that she couldn’t injure herself during the feeding. Sabine felt pretty foolish, because with each spoon she had to open her mouth very wide to prevent anything from ending up outside her mouth. But she certainly didn’t want to make a mess; that would be even more humiliating.

This way the dish was empty pretty quickly, and ms. Plazer released Sabine from the apron, under which it had quickly grown hot. After she had collected everything she grabbed into a purse of the dress, and got out a key ring. With one key she released the top of the pin locks to free Sabine’s arms. “There you go, since you behaved so well. Unfortunately you still need to stay here, but if you keep cooperating so well, you’ll quickly be able to join the group. I’ll leave you something to drink, in case you get thirsty.” With these words she placed a drinking bottle next to Sabine. It had a spout so that nothing could spill. After that the woman got up and left the isolation cell. Sabine could hear the heavy latches closing again. With both hands she could just about grip the bottle and drink from it. The casings around her hands prevented her from grabbing the bottle normally. On the other had Sabine was glad for the distraction. She hoped they would let her out soon, since she had become curious about the group.

<<<new from evening 14 feb.>>>

Sabine couldn’t determine how much time had passed. The bottle she had emptied in the meanwhile, not out of thirst but out of boredom. And now she had the problem that what goes in, must come out, so she used her diaper. Standing up that was a lot easier than sitting down, but wet the fabric diaper definitely felt less comfortable than the disposable one she wore on the airplane. The moisture wasn’t absorbed as well either, and sitting down felt like sitting on a soaked towel. Sabine feared the diaper would leak, but the jumpsuit appeared to stay dry. The liquid soon distributed over the diaper, and left only an uncomfortable damp feeling. Sabine wondered again how long she had been in here. She took the flask and threw it out of frustration through the room. Then she stood up and bashed the door a few times, which unsurprisingly didn’t yield. So she sat down again and was bored. She was far away in thought when the door finally opened again. Ms. Eichner entered and commanded Sabine to stand up. She was so glad for the interruption of the monotony that she complied without rebellion. Next she needed to stick out her arms in front, and ms. Eichner pulled a set of straps on her. These formed some sort of vest: one strap over the chest, one around the waist and then one over each shoulder. The vest was closed in the back and ms. Eichner attached one more strap through her legs. Then she connected her arms again to the jumpsuit and led Sabine on her arm from the room. Behind the door another attendant was already waiting with a wheelchair. Not the common type, but one with small wheels. Sabine had to sit down on it, and immediately the diaper drew her attention again uncomfortably. Both attendants attached her vest and her feet to the chair. Secured like that she was rolled towards the exit by ms. Eichner. Now Sabine could see others for the first time. One girl seemed to wear the same jumpsuit as she. But most of them wore dark blue, denim dungarees and t-shirts. But all of them wore harnesses and most were restrained to their place. Then they went through the section doors, which the educator opened for her with a key. The trip took them to the director of the boarding school, in fact the elderly gentleman who had welcomed them when they arrived. His silver-grey hair only covered the sides of his head and underlined the strictness of the face.

“Hello Sabine. I’m director Hermann Adler and I’m responsible for the education and schooling at this boarding school. I understand that you’re not here voluntarily. And that you drink and have shown criminal behaviour doesn’t inspire much trustworthiness. But here you’ll find no opportunity to extract yourself from the education. We’ll make an upstanding girl out of you yet.”

“I won’t stay for so long. The German youth welfare office will come and get me out of this torture chamber. It is against my rights; you can’t just lock me up like this.” answered Sabine.

“Actually, Sabine, you are totally wrong. Here is the judicial permission to accept you in a closed institution, following paragraph 1631 B of the German code of law. You see, from the side of the authorities you can expect no help.” With these words he showed Sabine a document from a civil court. Sabine was shocked. Mr. Adler went on to explain Sabine the house rules. At first she would be in isolation for a week. Then she would join a closed section, and if she was well behaved, move on to the half-closed section where she would also go to a regular school.

With that she was sent away and taken back to the isolation room by ms. Eichner. Slowly doubt crept up to Sabine, whether she would be able to survive a week of isolation unscathed. Ms. Plazer fed her another mash for dinner. When she finished, to other educators joined them and together they escorted her to a bathing facility. With quick, experienced movements she was undressed and cleaned. Then she quickly was put back in diaper and jumpsuit, but at least is was a disposable one. Then they put Sabine back in the isolation room. There she had to ingest a yellow pill. At first she refused, but the educators quickly explained that it was either swallowing or being injected. What she needed to swallow wasn’t explained. Then she got a water bottle and a blanket, and then the door was closed again.

Sabine tried to go to sleep, but due to the restrictive jumpsuit, which only allowed lying on her back, it was hard to fall asleep. She was used to lie on her side. Some time later she awoke again. The light was still burning bright; it would probably never be turned off. Sabine was bored. As bored as she had never been before in her life. Whatever had she done to deserve this? Sabine had no idea how much time had passed. There was no sign of anybody. She had a panic attack and feared they had forgotten her, so she tried to listen at the door if she could hear anyone. She cried out in the hope that someone would come and check on her, but nothing happened. She had thoughts about dying miserably from hunger and thirst. She considered a number of ways to end it herself. She thought about hanging herself with the blanket, but without the use of her hands that was not possible. She cried and a deep sense of mourning overcame her. She wished everything was over and she was already dead. And nobody came. She tried to sleep once more, and dozed off a few times. Nightmares awoke her again. A few times she saw herself as a shrivelled body in the cell, other times how the family had a great time without her, and also how her mother did it with Thomas and ridiculed her. In the mean time she had emptied the water bottle and filled the diaper. How long would it take for her to die?

“Hey, Vera, I need to do a number one” Marike mentioned shyly. “You mean you’re not wearing a diaper?” asked Vera surprised. “At my age? It’s been a long time since I needed those.” “Hmm, then we might have a problem, because we’ll only get out when someone lets us. And it might take a while for one of the grown-ups to show up, once they started chatting.” Marike asked Vera sceptically: “You mean you wear a diaper under your dress?” “Well, in this case trainer pants, since with a dress I can normally go on the toilet without trouble. Diapers I only wear at night or with the harness, because then I can’t go to the bathroom.” she replied, and lifted the hem of her dress. Totally surprised Sabine inspected her padded panties. Then Vera explained to Marike that it was common practice in Leva for older children to wear diapers, since it was easier than taking off the harness all the time or bringing the children to the bathroom. They did get potty training at 3 or 4 years old, but that was just to teach control. The diapers kept being used.

In the mean time Marike’s problem became urgent, and while she pressed her legs together she desperately tried to get the door open. But it kept firm, and the plastic was too slippery and strong for her to damage. Luckily at that moment ms. Siehl entered the living room, and noticed the girls in the corner. “Whatever made you two go in there?” she asked somewhat surprised. But Marike interrupted quickly: “Please, please, I need to do a number one pretty bad!” Because of the urgency with which Marike yelled, ms. Siehl realised it she was desperate and opened the door of the playpen quickly. Marike sped off, slightly bent forward and with her hands on her crotch. Vera wanted to go after her, but ms. Siehl closed the door right in front of her. “Well, you don’t have to go, do you? In that case you can stay there safe and sound while I go checking on Marike.” she spoke and went after Marike, but on the way out of the room she quickly grabbed the remote control and turned the TV off. Vera stared after her mother baffled.

In the mean time Marike had used the facilities in her room. On her way back to Vera, Thomas and her mother intercepted her in the dining room. The three of them were the only ones left in the room, and Marike sensed that it was going to be a serious conversation. Thomas started: “Marike, you know why we brought Sabine to the Levan boarding school?” “Of course, because she had behaved impossibly and spoiled everything and stole and drank.” replied Marike with noticeable envy. “Yes, but that’s only a part of the truth. You might have noticed that the Levanians do some things differently, especially with regard to raising their children. You have heard a few things about that during dinner. Especially that ms. Siehl would allow us to borrow the things of Vera’s older sister. The lights in your eyes at mentioning this tell me, that you at least are genuinely interested in these things. But the Levanian children are raised way more strictly than in Germany. Would we use these methods back home, then the youth welfare office would come storming in and would set the Department of Justice on us. Not to mention the press. That’s why we put Sabine in a boarding school here, where they can bring her to her senses, and not be afraid to use sterner measures. We feel tied hand and foot in Germany and the youth welfare office won’t do anything until Sabine ends up at the Department of Justice as a criminal. Here in the boarding school she is educated in the Levanian way, and is forced to undergo this, cannot run away and withdraw from the attempts to teach her. And I am certain that she won’t like it. With you it is different: you’re spending two relaxing weeks here on holiday with us. But when you consent, we can also treat you the Levanian way. But then there is one clear rule: you go through with this from your own free will and allow everything to happen to you. Or you can stop any time you want, but then it’s fully back to German standards. There is nothing in between. Is everything clear so far?” Marike had listened carefully and answered a clear Yes. Internally she was in turmoil. Of course she had a tremendous curiosity about how Levanian children were raised, but on the other hand her education had taught her that freedom was the highest achievement and she would have to give up quite a bit of that. On the other hand she could stop whenever she wanted. “Aargh” Marike thought, “Curiosity killed the cat. But I can’t resist my curiosity, nor that weird feeling that creeps up on me when I see these things. And I can pull out at any time, and nobody will learn about it.” “Well, do you want to be treated like a Levanian child? You will sleep in the room with Vera, and spend the days with us.” Marike answered with a Yes and so Sybille led Marike to Vera’s bedroom.

Ms. Siehl had returned to the living room in the mean while, where she found a pouting Vera in a corner of the playpen. “Really, I thought you were too old for the playpen, but apparently it is still suitable for you.” A long silence followed. “Do you perhaps want to tell me anything?” ms. Siehl asked her daughter finally. “What do you want to hear then?” Vera replied sullenly. “For instance how you two ended up in the playpen. Surely you are not blameless in that.” Then Vera explained how she wanted to satisfy the curiosity of Marike and how one thing led to another. Ms. Siehl accepted her explanation and proceeded to tell Vera that Marike would probably share her room for the coming days, and if she would be OK with that. “Of course”, reflected Vera. “Will you finally let me out then?” “Well, for this time, you can come out of there. But go get ready for bed right away.” answered ms. Siehl on that while she opened the door to the playpen. Vera went off to the bathroom. Ms. Siehl on the other hand went to the children’s bedroom.

Marike was pretty surprised when she entered Vera’s room. On the right side there were two big cages. Only on closer inspection she recognized them as beds. The whole left side was covered with shelves, on which clothing, toys and other things were lying. In front of the shelves there were see-through covers, in which locks were clearly visible. Without a key one couldn’t get to the contents of the shelves. At the window side, opposite the door, there was a similar lockable cover, but with holes, so that you could open the window to air, but not climb out. On one cage bed the double doors stood open and her mother shoved Marike in. In the cage there was a mattress with several things on it. Before Marike could ask anything about them, ms. Siehl entered the room. “Hello, both of you, let’s make Marike ready for bed right now. On the command of ms. Siehl Marike completely stripped, which was embarrassing, but she had no other choice. With a measuring tape ms. Siehl took several measurements on Marike’s body. “That is quite good; everything should fit.” she considered. At that moment Vera entered the room. She only wore a towel, wrapped around her body. When ms. Siehl noticed her, she took a key and opened the second cage bed. With another key she opened the shelf-cover and handed something to Vera. After that she led Marike and her mother to the bathroom. There was another surprise waiting for Marike. Ms. Siehl demonstrated to them both, how somebody could be restrained in the shower, of course on Marike. Before she realized what was happening, she was attached hand and foot in the shower cubicle, and ms. Siehl left the washing of the helpless daughter to Sybille. The mother took a heavy rubber apron, and started showering her daughter. While applying the soap, she obviously enjoyed tickling her daughter here and there, who reacted with giggling and a pouting face. When she had finished hosing her down again, ms. Siehl rejoined them. She carried a bundle, which she placed on the commode. “Is it in there, Amanda?” asked Sybille to ms. Siehl. “Yes, in the cardboard box there.” Amanda replied. Sybille went over there and checked the object of their discussion out. With a terry towel ms. Siehl rubbed Sabine dry thoroughly, especially between her legs, where Marike already had a pretty big bush of hair. “OK, the hairs there have to go. That will be easiest with these wax strips.” considered ms. Siehl. Marike startled. She had heard from her friends that waxing was quite a painful affair, and especially down there. When she heard the ripping sound with which ms. Siehl pulled the protective foil from the wax strips, Marike started to consider blowing the whole thing off. But now she had seen a lot, but hadn’t tried anything yet, and she thought about the strange feeling in her stomach when she thought about these things or saw them. So she closed her eyes and clenched her jaw. Ms. Siehl placed the strips expertly on Sabine. “So, now they have to do their job for the next quarter of an hour. I’m afraid you’ll have to be restrained like that until it’s ready. We’ll be back when you’re ready.” said ms. Siehl and left the bathroom with Sybille. The strips between Marike’s legs at first felt strangely cool, but that feeling quickly disappeared again. Marike started to get bored, and decided to check out how effective the restraints were. She had to conclude that there was no chance for escape. It should be frustrating, but then she felt that strange feeling in her stomach again, which felt so good. It grew so strong that it was a good thing she was restrained, because her legs got too weak to carry her. But then both mothers returned and without ceremony ms. Siehl pulled the strips off Marike. Marike was quite surprised that she felt some pulling, but no pain. “Why didn’t it hurt when you pulled all those hairs out?” she asked her mother faintly irritated. “That is so special about these wax strips. They contain a local anaesthetic, so you don’t feel the pain. But that needs some time to work.” Ms. Siehl checked with her hand. “As smooth as a baby’s bottom.” Then she took an object from the commode and held it in front of Marike’s cleft. Happy with the fit, she wound the connected plastic straps around Marike’s hips and connected them with a tool. When she was finished there was a domed wire lattice in front of her sensitive area, which was kept there with unyielding plastic bands. On each side one band ran from the triangle shaped lattice to the waist strap, and two more straps ran from the point over the buttocks to the back of the waist strap. This way the padded sides of the lattice were pressed against her pubic bone and prevented movement of the lattice. “At this age this is definitely necessary. Together with the diaper it protects the children from inappropriate touching.” said ms. Siehl to Sybille. Then she released Marike from the restraints. Of course Marike had to check out immediately, what she was wearing, and she inspected the plastic construction carefully. The plastic bands seemed to be welded together. “How do you take this off again?” she asked both women. “You don’t. This belt is permanent. It can only be removed by cutting the bands. Then you can simply attach new bands and weld it together again. That way it can be adjusted for growing without spending loads of money.” answered ms. Siehl. Marike suddenly felt weird. She hadn’t counted on a permanent fixture. Nevertheless she felt happily excited. By then ms. Siehl had picked up the bundle and led Marike from the bathroom to the bedroom. There she had to take place in the empty cage bed. Vera was already locked in the other one and watched through the bars. She wore a pink blanket sleeper with attached mittens. Marike didn’t have much time to inspect Vera though, because ms. Siehl was putting pampers on her. Marike’s mother watched interested. “There, we don’t want an accident during the night like just now in the playpen, because you can’t leave the bed by yourself.” considered ms. Siehl. After that she had to step into a pair of plastic pants, and then into a pink sleeper. It was a one-piece, with attached feet and mittens, which closed with a zipper in the back. The special thing was that the mittens were softly padded. “You can’t take these sleepers off yourself, because the padded mittens prevent you from gripping anything with your fingers. That makes sure that you keep the diaper on and won’t cool down.” declared Amanda to Sybille while she closed the doors. With a bang it fell into the lock. Marike tried the doors with her padded hands, and had to conclude that she couldn’t open them by herself. With the words “Sleep well and dream of something nice” both women departed, turned off the light and closed the door. It took a while before Marike’s eyes grew accustomed to the dark, but then she could see Vera’s silhouette against the bars of the cage. Marike also tried how much space she had in the bed, and if she really couldn’t take the sleeper off, but the padded mittens effectively prevented any use of her fingers. In bed she could move freely and sit up, but there was not enough room to stand up: the cage was too low for that. Marike wanted to chat a bit with Vera, but she made it clear that they had to be quiet or be punished. That concluded the day for Marike, and she wondered what tomorrow would bring.

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Sabine jumped up when she heard the latch on her door. The jumpsuit she wore made it hard to get up, and then ms. Plazer was already in the room and told her to sit down again. Sabine considered for a moment to put up a fight but gave up the idea quickly and sank down again. Ms. Plazer put the eating apron on her again and fed her muesli in milk. When the dish was empty ms. Plazer considered “well, because you are so cooperative, you’re getting an extra treat. A sandwich with chocolate paste. Sabine enjoyed the meal a lot. When she finished, ms. Plazer wiped her dirty mouth with a moist cloth and took off the eating apron. Then she left two fresh bottles of water and abandoned Sabine again. When she heard the door fell into the lock, a deep despair overwhelmed her.

Marike woke up, and needed a moment to determine where she was. Somebody else was in the room. She wanted to wipe her hair off her face, but there was something on her hands. Slowly memory returned. It was harder to get her hair out of her face with the padded mittens, but not impossible. Marike rose to sitting position and looked through the bars of the cage bed. Across the room ms. Siehl was just assisting Vera from her bed. Both noticed Marike had awoken and wished her good morning. Then ms. Siehl assisted her daughter from the room and closed the door behind her. Marike, left on her own, tried to open the doors of the cage bed, but they were still closed beyond her ability. So she lay down again and nestled comfortably in the blanket. But Marike was too excited to sleep anymore. The diaper felt weird, even though not exactly uncomfortable. Marike hadn’t used it during the night and since she had a full bladder, she decided to try and fill it. But lying down she somehow couldn’t pee. So she tried once more if she couldn’t get the sleeper off. But the padding on her hands kept preventing her from getting a good grip on the back zipper tab. She succeeded in getting it down a bit, but not enough to crawl out of it. She couldn’t stand up in the cage either, but when she hunched over she could at least sit on her knees. This way she managed to empty her bladder. It was a strange feeling to feel the liquid collect between her legs, and slowly be absorbed by the diaper, causing it to swell up. The diaper felt way thicker now, and she felt its weight pulling on her hips. Marike lay down again and tried to analyze the feelings coursing through her. But she was interrupted with the door opening, and ms. Siehl and her mother entering the room. With a key Marike’s mother unlocked the cage doors and opened them wide. Marike sat on the edge of the bed and wiped the sleep from her eyes with the padded mittens. Didn’t quite work. Then she stood up and let her mother direct her to the bathroom. There her mother opened the zipper of the sleeper fully and helped her daughter out of the suit. Then Marike pulled off the plastic pants and ms. Siehl took the diaper off. Next Marike had to get into the shower and was restrained exactly like the previous evening. Marike’s mother seemed to enjoy bathing her daughter from top to bottom while she was tied up like that. It is hard on a mother when the children become more and more self-reliant and distance themselves from their parents. This way she could again take care of her little one, like long ago. Fresh from the shower she was escorted back to the bedroom. That she was completely naked didn’t bother her anymore. She lay down on the bed and ms. Siehl showed Sybille what the important issues were with diapering, since it’s quite different diapering a baby or a teenager. Over the diaper came one of the plastic pants again. Next she pulled on a t-shirt and ms. Siehl handed her a jumpsuit. When Marike had put it on ms. Siehl helped her in the harness. It had a strap under the armpits around the chest and one that wound around her waist. They were connected by two straps that ran like suspenders from the waist strap over the shoulders and between her legs. The harness was closed in the back with two locks. After those were firmly closed, ms. Siehl showed Sybille how to change the length of the straps with a special tool. Without it they wouldn’t move an iota. The harness had D-rings as attachment points on each side of the waist and chest straps. The leash was connected on left and right side of the chest strap and handed over to Sybille, together with the key to the locks. Equipped like that they moved to the dining room. Marike normally moved faster than her mother, and on this morning she was getting ahead as usual. But as soon as the leash grew taut, Marike was pulled back, not with force but noticeable nonetheless. She had to adjust her speed to her mother. In the dining room Marike was put on a chair to which four belts were attached. Her mother connected these to her harness, so she had to sit up straight in the chair. Ms. Siehl even brought them a bib, which Marike’s mother put on her. Then she got muesli, milk and croissants from the sideboard for her daughter. Marike planned on a normal breakfast, but quickly learned that it was hard because she couldn’t bend forward or handle the cutlery with her mittened hands. Very quickly it became clear why she was wearing the bib.

At home it was normal that the kids ran off from the breakfast table as soon as they were ready; they mostly ate at different times anyhow because of the variations in work and school hours. But here Marike had no choice but to stay seated even when the table was cleaned up. The belts kept her firmly in her chair. Thomas was still present, and after she told her how her night was, he revealed to her that they had planned an excursion to an old castle close to the capital for today. It would take about an hour by car to get there. Nowadays there was a museum in the castle, which they were going to visit. Marike’s mother had already disappeared to get ready, and now Thomas followed her. Marike, who was already set to go, had to stay seated. And because she got bored just sitting there, she tried to get the chair to move. When she bent forward with a swing, she could get her on ground and that way she could slowly walk with the chair. But ms. Siehl spotted how she behaved and rushed to put the chair with Marike in it firmly on its legs. “Will you stay seated? With such tricks you could injure yourself seriously. Don’t you have any wits at all? And you’re unkind as well; if they wanted you to get up they would have released you. And don’t believe that I haven’t seen you tried to open the zipper of your blanket sleeper; I’m afraid we’ll have to take sterner measures. Now sit and stay seated; I’m watching you!” she was scolded by ms. Siehl. Marike stayed behind in a shock while the angry ms. Siehl disappeared again into the kitchen. Luckily Thomas and her mother returned to the dining room. Thomas had a key in his hand that opened the straps that held Marike in her chair. “Sybille, can I have a word with you” called ms. Siehl from the kitchen to Marike’s distress. She wanted to jump into that conversation, but a pull on her chest stopped her in her tracks. Thomas had the leash in his hand and was already on his way outside. “This way, my little pony.” With these words he pulled Marike towards the exit. Marike was forced to follow him, because she didn’t want to fight the harness. Her mother still smiled happily to her on her way to the kitchen. Marike hoped that her mother wouldn’t overreact, because when her children made someone angry, she could be really pissed. In contrast to Sabine Marike definitely cared about her mother scolding her, and that’s really why her sister ended up in that local boarding school. But now she herself was also treated after Levan customs. This immediately showed again at the parking place. In the rental car there were extra straps attached to the back seat. They were used to buckle Marike up firmly: one strap was attached to each side of her waist strap, and one to each of the shoulder straps. Not that much different from a normal safety belt, except that Marike couldn’t release the buckles by herself. Thomas went back to the hotel once more, and returned with Sybille and a picnic basket. Whether Marike’s mother was angry or not she didn’t show. And she didn’t say anything either. Shortly after Thomas drove the car off the parking lot.

Marike looked out of the window during the trip. Thomas drove unerringly along a highway and soon they left the urban surroundings and drove through a fertile plain, which was broken up by rock formations and forests. After half an hour the landscape became craggier and shortly afterwards they left the highway and took a narrow road up a mountain. The harness kept Marike firmly in her seat while the road was quite bumpy. At the end of the road there was a parking lot where Thomas parked the car. Above the parking place they could already see the old castle that rose from the rocks, and allowed a full panorama of the plains around. At the parking lot there were already a few cars and a touring bus. There were also a few people on their way in. Marike could also spot a few children. And then her mother opened the door on her side and took her hand. Before she realized what was happening, her mother had already put a cuff around her wrist. “Give me your other hand for a moment” she ordered Marike and that one was also adorned with a cuff. Then the safety belts were released and Marike could step out of the car. Outside her mother brought out a bundle of straps and wove them neatly through the D-rings of the harness and connected them to the cuffs. Now, when the straps were pulled, her hands were pulled towards her waist strap. Fitted out like this they made their way to the castle entrance. Marike needed some time to get used to the new restrictions. Where at first a pull on the leash she just felt on her chest, now her hands were pulled tightly to her body.

Behind the drawbridge there was a room within the gate where tickets were sold. Thomas paid the entrance fee there, and the ticket lady asked him if the child would join the tour or if they wanted to leave the little one at the nursery. Thomas briefly considered, but decided she should join the tour. If there was trouble, they might still drop her off anyway, which the lady confirmed. Behind the front gate there was a small courtyard. On the left there was a new-fashioned building out of wood and glass, in which the souvenir shop and nursery were situated. Marike saw a few smaller children play behind the glass. On the right there was a small cafeteria that was run from an old wooden building that probably used to be a stable. Because the tour would only start in half an hour, the family decided to sit down there and get a drink. While Sybille tried to find a nice place, Thomas went to the self-service counter to get some drinks. When he came back, he didn’t bring just the drinks, but also a chair. It was obvious that this was meant for Marike. Because she already had picked a normal chair, she tried to protest, but Thomas just pulled the leash when she didn’t get up. With her hands held to her body, Marike could only watch while her normal seat was replaced by the high chair. Then Thomas adroitly pulled on the line to get her into the chair. With a few handy manipulations she was attached to it by her harness. Her feet were buckled on the footrests and a table was connected to the high chair. Thomas distributed the drinks. The adults started talking about the history of the castle, but Marike didn’t listen closely. She tried out what possibilities the chair offered. It couldn’t be tilted: that much was already clear from the construction. At least not in the way she was restrained in it. She couldn’t move her legs at all, because in the middle of the seat there was a bar that came up and supported the table. The harness kept her firmly to the backrest and her arms were limited in movement because of the cuffs. Luckily her glass had a straw, so she could drink without trouble. Otherwise it might have been a challenge with the jumpsuit with the mittens and tied down like this. In the end she had to hurry to finish her water because Thomas wanted to be at the assembly point for the tour on time. After she was released from the chair her mother took her leash while Thomas brought the chair back to where it belonged. Together they went to the knight’s quarters, where the tour started. A small group had already found its way there and the female tour guide also stood waiting. No children seemed to be part of the group; only two teenagers, a girl and a boy that were not together.

The girl wore some sort of braces in her mouth, which were held into place by a collection of straps. A leash was connected to these braces, which her father held firmly in his hand. There was something strange about her movements too. In any case she wore plastic pants and a jacket on top, but no further restrictions were visible. The boy on the other hand wore quite normal jeans and t-shirt, and only had a waist belt with a line to his mother. The tour started in the castle’s kennel and led through the buildings towards the main tower. Marike noticed after a while, what was strange about the girl’s movements: she couldn’t bend her arms: the jacket had rods in the sleeves that prevented bending the elbows. Because of this construction, she could use her arms and hands, but not grab for the leash. And her father kept hold of her leash firmly, so she had to stay close to him the whole tour. It seemed to be quite efficient, because she was never far from him, although she tried to move away several times. Marike also found the different displays about the old times interesting, especially about the upbringing. It appeared that the Levans had always kept their children in a pretty restrictive way. Metal cages, leather restraints and fixed installations on the walls showed this. But the children in those days had even much less freedom than the current generation. Girls in their teens for example were simply welded to a metal bar that ran through their room, and not released until marriage. Boys were mostly put in cages or were secured in their rooms with cup lock shackles. After all they needed to go to their daily exercises to be suitable to follow in their father’s footsteps. In these times there was no materials sciences, nor lock mechanics to make small locks or light but strong materials, so the people had to fall back on other ways of securing their children.

Then there were the social obligations to take care of. It was customary, for instance, to show the male heirs at a festive banquet. For that the big u-shaped table in the main tower had built-in cages with pillory-like lids. In there they could put the youths during the festivities, so that only their heads showed. They could also feed the boys that way, and they could not help themselves, which was considered bad taste back then. Also large amounts of clothing were exhibited, all very restrictive and also functioning as restraints and chastity apparatuses. The arms and armor held less interest for Marike, but she was fascinated by the many shackles. The tour took two hours. Thomas kept a good grip on the leash all the time, and Marike felt her hands quickly pulled to her sides the few times she tried to march off thoughtlessly. During the tour Marike could see several times how the girl tried to move away or touch something, but every time her father pulled her back by her reins. Marike tried to imagine how it would be to be taken around in such a construction. In the mean while everyone had reached the souvenir shop. Marike just wanted to check out the display of reproductions of old coins when Thomas pulled her back. “No, you can’t do that now, Marike” he said with playful indignation, “I think we’d better take you over to the nursery while we shop. Marike looked at him unbelievingly when he pulled her towards the care center. Sybille handed Thomas the key for her harness, and he removed the leash before he handed her over to the nursery lady. She attached a wristband to Marike’s wrist, comparable to those used in discos or hospitals. The lady inquired if there was anything special to be aware of, but Thomas replied that she merely had to take care that Marike didn’t get into mischief. So the lady led Marike through the doors. In the middle of the nursery there was a ball pool with a slide and a small climbing framework. The whole thing was surrounded by a glass box. One could only get in through a locked door. At the back there was a long table with chairs. There were paper and pencils for drawing. The chairs were the same as in the cafeteria, and Marike was put into one and fixed in place. The lady put a few pieces of paper and pencils in front of her, and then attached two short belts to her cuffs, so that she could reach the things on the table, but nothing else. That way she was put close to the table and the lady disappeared again. A few chairs were already occupied. The glass cage with the ball pool also contained a few children. Most wore plastic jumpsuits and harnesses like Marike or similar equipment. Two children were connected by a short strap. On the chairs were mostly older children. All were belted to their chairs, though not all wore the jumpsuits. Some even wore similar braces in their mouths as the girl on the tour. So she tried to kill the time with drawing. Her parents were probably just checking out the souvenir shop; that shouldn’t take very long. But her parents took their time, and Marike started thinking that they might also be visiting the cafeteria again.

While she was tied down to her chair, others were released from theirs or out of the glass cage, and returned to their parents. Marike took a better look at several of her ‘inmates’. Some of the girls were definitely older than her. Some read books; others drew and some just sat there. Marike didn’t notice the attendant had approached her, and startled when she loosened the belts that kept her at the table. With a tool she released the harness and the belts and let her get up. Then she walked Marike to the exit, where her parents were waiting for her. Shortly after she was leashed again and led to the car. Her appeals to be allowed to quickly visit the souvenir shop and take a look at the old coins was categorically refused by Thomas. She could only look at the entrance longingly while they left the castle. At the car the leash was taken off her, but immediately she was buckled down in the car seat. Because it was close to noon, Thomas drove to a mountain lake that ms. Siehl had recommended. Over a natural road they reached a lush green meadow that surrounded the lake. Sybille retrieved the picnic basket from the trunk and Thomas spread a woolen blanket out on the grass. Marike followed everything from her seat because she couldn’t get out by herself and her parents made no effort to yet. Only when everything was spread out on the blanket her mother released her and led her to the picnic place. Thomas had already wedged an attachment point into the ground, to which Marike was connected so that she couldn’t stand up anymore. It was a quiet picnic: they were the only ones there. Ms. Siehl had supplied a lot of food, and the three of them were not able to eat it all. After the meal Thomas got a long line from the car, and connected it between the attachment point and Marike’s harness, so that she had more room to move. Then he handed her a plastic bag that obviously originated from the souvenir shop. “This is for you Marike, since you have been such a good girl.” When Marike looked inside, she found the complete set of coins that on offer at the shop. Filled with joy she jumped up and embraced him lovingly. Sybille and Thomas then made themselves comfortable on the blanket, while Marike tried her leeway, and tested how far the line would reach. It allowed her enough room to walk to the lake and enter the water. Although the water was quite cold, she didn’t mind because the jumpsuit prevented her from getting wet. After she tested the jumpsuit she tried to reach the stream that flowed into the lake, but that was too far for the line. So she went back to blanket to join the grown-ups and dry in the sun.

The jumpsuit was more comfortable to wear than Marike had expected. The diaper you got used to as well. And the domed wire lattice with the plastic bands, that protected her virginity, she was used to by now, too. With the long line the harness wasn’t too restrictive either, as long as she didn’t want to go too far. The whole afternoon they spent at the lake, and when evening fell they went on their way back to the hotel. The buckles in the car were nothing unusual anymore; it already felt like routine. Likewise that she had to stay in the car until her parents had unloaded everything. Then her leash was connected to back of the house, where Vera already was building sandcastles. This time she was hosed down like Vera when it was dinnertime. At their room both girls were released from their harness and jumpsuit. Vera put on her simple dress again. But Marike got a fresh diaper and a yellow plastic jumpsuit, which made her wonder. This jumpsuit at least had no attached mittens, so she had her hands free. It was closed with a zipper down her back. Then she had to get back into the harness; another surprise because Vera was allowed to go to dinner without. Her mother led her to the table. At Marike’s place there was a new chair that looked quite massive. It was padded all around and covered with plastic. Marike had to sit in it and her harness was connected to the back. With more straps that were permanently attached to the chair, her feet, wrists and upper arms were secured. A wedge between her legs pushed her knees apart and on this wedge a large padded construction was put, which served as a table and covered Marike from her thighs to the armrests, filled all the empty space and pressed against her belly. Even without the belts she couldn’t have gotten out again, but this way she couldn’t use her legs or arms anymore. Ms. Siehl explained: “Just a small precaution that you won’t go wandering off again with the chair. This way you definitely won’t fall over.” “And how am I supposed to eat with my hands tied down?” inquired Marike. “Oh, that’s no problem, we will just feed you.” her mother replied to that while she sat down next to her daughter. From across the table Vera had followed the conversation quietly. From her face Marike could see that she hadn’t known about this, and didn’t envy her a bit.

During the meal Marike was pretty quiet, since she had to open her mouth every time her mother came with a new spoonful. It felt pretty strange to be fed like this. The last time that happened was way too far back for her to remember. When they finished eating, Marike was left in the chair while they cleaned the table. Vera could already go to the living room and watch TV in the mean time. Only when everything was cleaned away Marike was released from her chair and brought to the living room, where she was put in the playpen. Vera sat on the sofa and watched the tele. Because there was nothing else in the playpen, Marike had nothing else to do but watch too. When the movie was over, they chatted for a little while, but quickly it was time to go to bed. Vera was collected first by her mother, and Marike had to hold out for a while on her own, until her mother came for her. Enough time to consider what had happened until now. Her mother then released her from the playpen, reconnected the leash to her harness and led her to the bathroom. There she was taken out of her harness and jumpsuit. The rest she was allowed to take off herself, before she was fixed in place in the shower again. Ms. Siehl entered the room in the mean time and used the opportunity to inspect the chastity installation. Then she was washed and dried again by her mother. Still held immobile in the shower her mother combed her hair and tied it in a ponytail.

“Say AAA” commanded her mother and before she knew what was going on something was put on her face from behind, and removed Marike’s sight. Something was shoved into her mouth too and before she could react her mother had pulled her ponytail high and closed the helmet-like thing behind her head. She heard a small hissing sound and the thing in her mouth swelled until it was completely filled and the helmet fit tightly around her head. Marike wanted to protest, but she couldn’t make a comprehensible sound anymore. The thing prevented her from seeing anything, and apparently also from hearing. She was left in the shower for a while more, and then the restraints were loosened and she was led blindly into the bedroom. She felt that she was put onto the bed and equipped with a fresh diaper. Over that a pair of thick plastic pants and then they dressed her in some sort of body, which had a belt around the waist that was connected to the bars on the sides of the bed, to keep her in the middle of the mattress. On her belly there were two pockets in which her hands were put and held there with straps. Then she was put on her back and tucked in. She felt the vibration of the cage doors closing and tried to move around. Her legs were free, although the thick diaper between her legs interfered slightly. She couldn’t pull her hands out of the pockets, so they were useless. With the body she could move slightly up and down; there was no more leeway than that. She could sit up, but nothing more. Nor could she roll on her side, also because her elbows were sticking out with the position her hands were in. So Marike could only lie on her back and try to fall asleep. Through the helmet she didn’t see or hear anything, so she had no inkling what happened around her. Only the thought that she was secure in a strong metal cage kept her from panicking. Some time or another she fell asleep.

Sabine had lost any sense of time. She couldn’t tell anymore how many days she had spent in this isolation cell. Each day seemed to go on the same schedule, or at least some sort of routine. In the morning (?) she was fed her breakfast and left with two bottles of water. Shortly after she was retrieved from the cell and brought to the bathing room. There was also a big machine in which Sabine was put. Thereto she had to stand on a mark in front of the machine. Arms coming out of the apparatus grabbed the attachment points of her jumpsuit and pulled her inside the machine, where her jumpsuit and diaper were removed and Sabine was washed. Then she was put into a new diaper and again secured in the jumpsuit. All the time the arms of the machine kept her immobile, so she couldn’t do anything that wasn’t programmed. After some fifteen minutes she was ejected from the machine, outfitted the same way as she went in, but cleaned and freshly diapered, and taken back to her cell by the attendant. Some time later there was more food, mostly fruit, and two more bottles. During the evening (?) she was fed some sort of mash and had to swallow a yellow capsule. After that she tried to sleep, which was going pretty well by now. Then the whole thing started all over. What Sabine minded most was that she needed to do her BM in the diaper. At first she could hold it back, but at some time it had to go. With her current diet she had to go each day. The machine cleaned her well, but to sit in your own feces waiting for that was anything but comfortable. But she couldn’t do anything about it because the jumpsuit prevented her from undressing or manipulating the diaper. So she just let everything happen to her and visibly pined away.

Marike woke with a strange feeling, as if her head was packed in cotton. When she realized that, her memory returned in a flash. She tried to move her hands, but they were held firmly in the pockets by the straps. The body fixed her to the mattress and the helmet blocked all sight and sound. She had no way of telling how much time had passed or how late it was. So she lay back and used her diaper. Breathing was slightly hampered by the helmet, although she could breathe through her nose as well as through the gag. As long as she kept calm, nothing was the matter, but when she tried to rip herself free from frustration she noticed that she couldn’t get enough air. Marike tried to sleep some more, and dozed off a few times. To lie in bed like this was uncannily boring, especially since she had no idea what time it was or how long she had to hold out. She considered that they might leave her like this all day without her even noticing, let alone protest against it. A frightening thought. But then she noticed some commotion and realized someone had opened the door. Shortly after she was released from the body and the helmet was taken off. Suddenly she could hear and see again, at least after her eyes had gotten used to the bright light. She had been released by her mother, who took her to the bathroom next and removed the plastic pants and diaper. In the mean time she explained that they had taken precautions so she couldn’t fiddle with her clothes or diaper during the night, because she had tried to open her sleeper the previous night. Then it was time for the shower. Her mother still really enjoyed washing her daughter while she was helpless. Then Marike had to go back to the bed and was put in a fresh diaper. Over that came the thick plastic pants and the plastic jumpsuit with attached feet and mittens. It was secured and the harness came on top. That way she was lead to the breakfast table, where the solid chair was already waiting for her, and she was restrained in it. But what caused her more worry was that her mother seemed to enjoy so much to feed, cuddle and take care of her. Of course she could quit at any time, but then she also had to give up the things that she really liked. She wondered how her sister was doing at the boarding school. She didn’t have the possibility of getting free.

But Thomas already was releasing Marike from her chair. After attaching the leash he pointed her towards the rental car, where she got in and was secured. Thomas went back to the house and Marike tested her boundaries. Her body was firmly attached to the seat, but she could freely move her arms, legs and head. The buckles wouldn’t open; you needed a key for that. And she couldn’t even get close to the fasteners behind her back. But the belts gave her a good feeling when she moved about, while the plastic of the jumpsuit brushed her skin and rustled, the diaper was noticeable between her legs and on her behind, and the plastic bands that kept the chastity lattice in place. Again she had that weird feeling in her abdomen. The stronger the feeling became, the more she sprawled in the safety harness. Instinctively her hands found their way to her crotch, but the wire lattice prevented her from achieving anything. The dome spread the pressure evenly over the sides and didn’t reach the place where she itched. But then she needed to stop, because her mother approached the car with Thomas. In a few heartbeats they were on the road. At Marike’s inquiry she was told that they were going into town for a shopping trip. During the ride Marike wondered how the shops would be organized in Leva, because in most countries the shopping centers were only slightly different.

NEW AUGUST 4th, 2007

The capital was huge. The highway cut a deep canyon between the houses. Mostly it went through tunnels, but every now and again it came to the surface and gave a view of the city, which spread between 5 hills. The view was impressive: how the mass of buildings rose from the 5 valleys and grew into the heights. At a certain point they left the highway. The architecture in the city center seemed to have sprung from the mind of a mad architect. Streets crossed between the multistory buildings, overstretching the canyons with bridges and ramps. Over and under then ran the avenues, the walkways and the railway lines. Bridges wherever one looked, and no bottom of the canyons visible.

Finally they turned into a parking garage. Shortly after Thomas had parked the car and got out. Quickly he released Marike and attached her leash. The three of them left the car park and came out onto a broad boulevard. Straight through the canyon between the skyscrapers, a wide plateau ran from the city limit to the palace in the center. Everything was done in white stone. Wonderfully sculpted greenery interrupted the stretch of white at regular intervals. At the boulevard only pedestrians were on their way. On either side ramps ran up or down to the shops and businesses. Sometimes elevators were available to transport passengers from the boulevard to the higher or lower levels. Marike was so impressed by the sights that only a firm pull at breast level signaled that Thomas had stopped. Her mother held a piece of paper that he studied, apparently a map. Surprised by the sudden pull, he let go of the line. Marike noticed that, and didn’t need much consideration: quickly she took off towards one of the green islands with a small playground. Thomas was too perplexed to react and she had built up an insurmountable lead before both realized what just happened. Marike just ran on. Though the construction between her legs hampered her somewhat and she felt her diaper, it was good to be running once again. But her flight ended as abruptly as it had begun. Suddenly she ran into her harness. Somewhere the leash must have caught. The pull caused her to loose her footing, and she landed hard on her behind. But here the diaper proved an advantage, since it cushioned her landing on the stone pavement somewhat. Surprised Marike turned around, curious about what had stopped her. She shrank back when she saw a man in uniform, who held her leash firmly. The way the man was dressed showed that this must be a Levan policeman. “Well now, where were we going at such speed?” asked the man, but apparently he didn’t expect an answer, since he pulled her to her feet with a brief “up”. With the point of a finger he directed her back to her mother and Thomas. “Well, this time you have been lucky. But you might want to consider stronger control measures for your daughter. If something like this happened on a busy street, the consequences might be severe.” Thomas sighed and replied “That is exactly what we were planning: we’re on our way to the Barnöryggis store. We just wanted to check the directions, and she already ran off.” “Yes, I saw that. Luckily I just managed to grab a hold of her. Please follow me, and I’ll show you where you can find the store.”

And so the policeman led them directly to the store, which was less than 5 minutes away. There he said goodbye after Thomas thanked him once more. Marike took a peek at the shop windows. Several mannequins displayed an assortment of harnesses and plastic clothes. There was also furniture exhibited. A pull on the line made her look up and Thomas directed her to the store entrance. The inside was enormous. A number of isles led deep into the building. There strollers were on display, there beds, and further back were many harnesses and other restraints. The assortment was simply too large to take in. But there was little time to be astonished, because a young woman of around 25 came towards them. “Hello there, my name is Swetlana and I’ll be your attendant for your current visit. How can I help you?” she asked with a kind voice. Thomas explained her without ado: “Hello Swetlana, my name is Thomas, this is Sybille and the little one is called Marike. We’re on holiday in Leva and because our daughter has a problem with discipline, and our hostess recommended your store.” “Wonderful. Do you already have an idea what you require, or should I just show you the possibilities?”

“Oh, please show us all possibilities. For us these educational tools are new territory. We only know what our hostess told us and we’re curious what our options are for keeping our daughter under control.” answered Thomas. Marike was quite unhappy with the way he put that: she had no problem with discipline and she certainly wasn’t small anymore. But during the conversation she was completely ignored. “OK. Would you prefer to have the little one restrained in the back to consider the options undisturbed? We have play cages or high seats for the children of our customers.”

“Well, no”, answered Thomas; “I think we can keep her with us, so she can see for her self what she’ll have coming.” “Then I hope she’s disciplined enough not to interrupt us. Otherwise we have several options available for that. Let’s start here in the back.” replied Swetlana, and led them down a corridor to a display. Thomas and Sybille followed with Marike in tow, who didn’t trust herself to do anything at the moment. From the display the saleslady took several objects that consisted of a bunch of straps. As she explained, these were reins, which allowed a high degree of control, especially for older children. The models differed mostly at the mouth piece. Many only had a rubber gag; others had preformed braces or a rubber bulb like an oversized pacifier. The lightest version only had two hooks that hooked around the cheeks, and prevented neither speaking nor closing the mouth. With most other models, that wasn’t possible, and would cause drooling. The strictest version had a face-covering mask that also limited vision. Thomas chose one of the more moderate reins with braces, which he attached to Marike under guidance of the saleslady. The braces filled her whole mouth and pressed her tongue down so that she couldn’t speak. The braces were firmly kept there with several straps that were buckled around her head. The buckles on the straps were adaptable to the exact measures with the use of a tool; without it they were immovably closed. On either side a leather belt hung down, which they attached to both sides of a stick.

With a pull on one side of the stick one could steer the wearer to the left or the right. Of course Thomas immediately tried that out, and Marike’s head was pulled to the left, so she had to turn that way. In a reflex her hands went up to the reins, but the saleslady was quicker and grabbed her arms before Marike reached the leather straps. “We are not going to touch those, are we?” Swetlana said and turned to Thomas: “That is not uncommon. But of course we have a solution for that, too. If you could follow me here.”

From a clothes rack she took a jacket and held it in front of Marike to judge the size. “Yes, that should do.” With these words she held up the jacket for Marike. It was made of thick, stiff plastic and the closures were in the back. With a push from Thomas Marike put her arms into the jacket. She immediately felt what was special about this jacket, but she was already in it, and couldn’t have done anything about it, anyway. Quickly Swetlana closed the buckles in the back and pulled the belt through the crotch tight. The specialty of this jacket was that the arms were rigid. That way Marike couldn’t grab for the reins anymore, though she could still use her arms.

Swetlana showed them the different models for disabling the arms. Some to wear on top; others to wear under clothing; jumpsuits with integrated arm cocoons or separate arm stiffeners from plastic, fabric, leather, or metal in all different sizes. Several had closed arm ends or integrated padded gloves. Others had attachment points to fixate the arms to the waist. While Thomas and Sybille listened fascinated, Marike stood there helpless and started to realize that she actually had been gagged and made harmless. She started to suspect that Swetlana had planned that from the start, since they hadn’t wanted to restrain her or lock her away. But she couldn’t change it anymore, since the braces prevented her from making any intelligent noise, and she couldn’t do much with her hands anymore, either.

After Swetlana had exhaustedly displayed all possibilities, they went on. The next isle contained electronic guard systems. All products were by the firm Kidtroller. There was the Kidtroller, the Kidtroller 2006, the Kidtroller Collar, the Kidtroller Belt and the Kidtroller Phone. The first two were in the shape of a digital watch, though slightly bulkier. The Kidtroller was the older model, but because of its modularity still in high demand. The Kidtroller 2006 was not extensible, but more robust, as the sales lady explained. The possibilities of the Kidtroller were frightening, at least to Marike. Using the navigational system of Leva, the precise location of the wearer could be determined to up to 20 yards, including elevation. The data was transmitted over the air to a central computer, and could be retrieved on the Internet. The accompanying software allowed setting in which area on what time the wearer was supposed to be. These basics were shared between all Kidtroller applications.

The Kidtroller was attached to the wrist with a steel band, and could only be removed with the right key. In the basic configuration it already had several functions like an alarm and a cell phone. It could also log the positions over time and check on the vital functions of the wearer. The wearer could see which options were enabled, whether he/she was outside the allowed area, etc. Based on the settings, transgressions were only logged, an alarm would go off, or contact would be made with a guardian over the cell phone. With the extensions more monitoring functions became available, like a video camera, air analyzer or the disciplinary unit, which could give shocks or fast working sedation. With the software one could create a complete schedule, and remind the wearer. The possibilities were endless.

The successor was more stable and simpler, with longer battery life. The air analyzer was left out, but camera, phone and shocker were standard. The only accessory was a cover, which prevented any access to the controls. Unlike its predecessor the battery was integrated, and needed recharging regularly. Therefore the set contained an adapter unit that was permanently fixed to a wall and had a metal connector. That connected to the Kidtroller 2006, and optionally could only be removed with a key, so that the wearer was fixed to the wall during the recharging. The connector could have a selectable length, and the most luxurious model even had a retractable cable. Alternatively the Kidtroller 2006 was only rechargeable on a charger, but then it had to be removed from the wearer.

The collar could also monitor position and vital functions and give electroshocks, but it didn’t function as a cell phone or camera. It was simply installed on the wearer and the batteries changed once per day. The wide, slightly elastic band could be set for different sizes. At the back was the closure, which also contained the electrodes, and in front was a compartment for the batteries, which also had a display to inspect the logged data without the controller or a PC. It also had an attachment point for a leash.

The Kidtroller Phone was a fully equipped cell phone, but in contrast to the other equipment, which could only call one predefined number or the emergency number, it could be fully configured which numbers could be called from it or call it, and even for how long. It was the only piece that wasn’t attached to the user.

The belt was the strictest of all the equipment. It was a pure disciplinary tool. It could generate shocks that were strong enough to make the wearer collapse and not able to perform any controlled action. The other Kidtrollers could only generate shocks strong enough to give much pain. It came standard with a remote control, while the other pieces only came with a key (apart from the Phone) to remove it from the wearer or turn it off. The remote allowed determining the position, giving shocks in several strengths or triggering the injection on the Kidtroller. Another interesting option was the perimeter function, with which one could set the maximum distance the wearer was allowed away from the remote. A kind of electronic leash.

Next were the physical controllers: restraints in all shapes and sizes. From harnesses to handcuffs and legirons; they had it all. The assortment was too big to describe here in detail. Anyway Thomas was quite impressed with the amount, and asked “And all this you sell here to the local population?” “No, we also have a web store. There we sell our inventory over the whole world.” replied Swetlana, not without pride. “Weird. Who would buy such things?” Thomas asked casually. “Well, mostly we sell to the US and the United Arab Emirates. Equipment for bigger children mostly to the US and Europe, and mostly things for girls to the Emirates.” explained Swetlana while she led them trough the displays. “Many people also travel here to get things made to measure, or things that we don’t supply over the Internet. Unluckily we already had a few problems with people not paying or sending back their ordered articles. That’s why we needed to remove those things from the web assortment. On a few other things there are export limitations and some others have to be installed by a professional.”

In the mean time they reached the clothing department. It contained loads of textile, rubber and plastic clothes that limited the wearer more or less. Again the assortment was astounding. Interesting was what Swetlana called a Spacesuit: a synthetic jumpsuit that enclosed the wearer hermetically. The wearer needed to either carry his oxygen supply with him at the back or be supplied via a tube. Then there were many plastic jumpsuits, overalls, normal pants and jackets, etc. Swetlana also showed special underwear for under the plastic clothing that would prevent that the wearer would become wet from his own sweat and cool down too much. The clothes made from synthetic fibers also functioned as isolation in winter. Another solution was a close-fitting rubber jumpsuit that was filled with a kind of gel that absorbed sweat. But that was very hard to put on by hand. Swetlana said she might show them a solution for that later on.

Next our little group reached the furniture section. This contained everything from chairs to desks to beds. Marike recognized the chair she sat in this morning and also the bed in which she currently slept. But there were beds in the most diverse configurations. There was one that had Plexiglas panes around, others with wooden lattices, some with nets that surrounded the bed, or a hammock that enveloped the user like a sleeping bag. There were also normal-looking beds, but with several restraints attached. On racks there hung sleeping bags, straightjackets and belts. And assorted gags, masks and helmets. There was also equipment for force-feeding. From simple gags with a tube to sets for complete feed supplementing were available.

Some chairs were massive constructions that Swetlana called sitterseats. But also wheelchairs and strollers up to adult size. The tables ranged from simple desks to sophisticated constructions that were stepwise adjustable and offered attachment points for restraints. Many working spaces looked like cages or closets, in which the user was locked up.

The next stop was bathroom equipment. There were several constructions for bathtubs, showers and toilets. Here was also the diaper selection. Marike had become quite fidgety in the mean time, though Thomas kept a firm grip on the leash. She had gotten that weird feeling in her stomach again from watching all this equipment, and had a hard time staying on her legs. Swetlana in the mean time was explaining the pros and cons of the different diapering systems. There were cloth diapers and disposables in different variants. Cloth diapers with or without watertight shell, with Velcro, snaps, straps or belts and matching diaper covers from plastic, rubber or coated textile, lockable or not. One lockable version was actually made with metal wiring. Another one of coated Aramid. Marike was most surprised by the thickness of some of the cloth diapers. She couldn’t imagine one could still walk with such a mass between the legs. They also had thinner, more discrete diapers, but the ones that should last long had an unmistakable volume. According to the manufacturer these should be suitable for 24 hour wearing. But they were still inferior to some disposable ones, some of which claimed to last up to 72 hours! To spend three days in the same diaper seemed unbelievable to Marike. The top of the bill was the so-called Tankdiaper. Anatomically formed plastic pants that absorbed the feces and could be emptied with an outlet. Never change diapers again. And, as Swetlana claimed, the wearer was also protected from unwanted sexual activities. The Tankdiaper came with a whole line of accessories, like a rubber jumpsuit with an opening for the outlet, so the wearer doesn’t even need to undress. The jumpsuit was coated on the inside with a special material that absorbed sweat and prevented the wearer from lying in his own juices.

After inspecting it all, Thomas and Sybille moved on to constructional measures. Here were several systems displayed for fixation rails, permanently inbuilt cages, floor, wall and ceiling attachment points, many cupboards, doors and floor, wall and ceiling coverings.

Saving the best for last, they finally reached the machinery section. Machines that could automatically perform set tasks like changing diapers, washing and cleaning, putting on clothes, attaching restraints or feeding. The smallest apparatus had the shape of a two meter high cylinder, and only the control panel betrayed that this was a technical machine. The biggest one was as big as a room. Swetlana explained that these were used by bigger institutions and could unclothe, wash, change diapers and redress all in 10 minutes, for three persons at the same time. For families there were smaller machines for a broad spectrum of tasks. Several could undo and redo restraints, others had to be initiated by hand, perform complex tasks, be controlled remotely or identify the user. Many had an auxiliary unit for putting on rubber jumpsuits, and some could also clean and nurse. Several had a sealing unit that could seal the user in his diaper, and some could even seal their jumpsuits.

The tour lasted until late afternoon, and when they were though Sybille and Thomas decided they first wanted to find a restaurant before they went on. Swetlana gave them a flyer with the opening hours, the contact information, and a description of the available services. Then they released Marike from the reins and took off the jacket. Thomas reattached the leash and together they left the store for the city center.

(26 Oct 2008)

Thomas spied a nice restaurant on the side of the road, and the family withdrew there for a brief meeting. He looked around for a special chair for Marike, but that was in vain this time. So they just tied her leash to the table. They quickly ordered. Thomas used the opportunity to ask the waitress about high chairs, and she answered: “We don’t have those here, but we do have some eating jackets that can be attached to the chairs. I’ll bring you one.”

After a short while the reappeared with a yellow bundle, which she quickly unfolded and held up for Marike to slip into. The jacket was made of thick plastic foil and closed at the back. Marike had to insert her arms, and the waitress closed it with five buckles. After that a crotch piece was pulled between her legs and also attached to the back. The jacket had a smooth front with a reservoir at the bottom. The long arms ended in cuffs that fit smoothly to Marike’s plastic jumpsuit with the mittens. Two belts ran from the shoulders and could be attached to the waist. After Marike sat down on the chair obediently, the waitress fixed the bands around the back of the chair and shove it towards the table. Marike quickly tested the amount of slack left to her, but the jacket held her very firmly to the chair. It wasn’t quite as restrictive as the high chairs, but she still wouldn’t get far with this construction. Apart from that the leash was still tied to the table.

The food was served smoothly and disappeared as quickly and professionally. During the meal the grown-ups discussed what they wanted to buy, and could afford. When Marike tried to enter the conversation, her mother snapped that she had no say in this. Marike was amazed at how quickly her mother had adapted to the changed circumstances, and kept quiet during the rest of the meal. She still had some trouble eating because of the mittens of her jumpsuit, and she spoiled a bit of her food. But the eating jacket would be easy to clean, and the reservoir caught everything that dropped down. Her mother just wiped it clean with a napkin after the meal, and freed her from the jacket.

The restaurant had a play area for children, to which her mother took her. It was separated from the rest of the restaurant by a Plexiglas wall. The doors could only be opened from the outside; on the inside there only was a buzzer. For entertainment there was a slide that ended in a ball pool, which was surrounded by padding. On one end there were swings in different shapes, and another wall was constructed to draw on it with your fingers. This fascinated Marike, and kept her busy while the adults were still at the table and drank coffee. But the fascination faded and Marike started to get bored. She was all alone in there, and the toys were not suited to her age. Her diaper she had already used, and that started to become uncomfortable. Driven by her boredom she tried to fiddle with the fasteners at her back. But she soon concluded that she could hardly handle anything with her hands. The mittens made it extremely hard to feel and to use her hands dexterously, as she would normally do when she for instance put her bra on. But even when she would have had full use of her fingers, she would have needed a key to open any of the fasteners. Only the leash, which her mother wedged at her back, came loose with her struggles, so that it hung loosely down. To prevent tripping over it, she threaded it through her waistband, because she couldn’t put it back the way it was.

Luckily her mother collected her shortly after from the play area. Together they made their way back to the shop. There was already more activity than this morning. Just when they were entering they encountered an older woman who steered her son out of the shop with a bridle. He wore a blue plastic jumpsuit of which the arms didn’t end in mittens. Instead they just seemed closed. He also kept his arms unnaturally straight, which suggested that there were arm braces inside the sleeves that went on past the hands and made them completely useless. In the shop Marike spotted two young women, one in a business suit while the other wore plastic overalls with a harness on top. Both were about 20 years of age. Marike suddenly remembered that Vera told her, among other things, that in Leva you didn’t come off age automatically by reaching a certain age, but instead it was left to the parents to declare someone grown-up.

On a side isle she saw a girl that sat in a stroller. Her feet were tied to the footrests, while her hands were attached to the armrests with short straps. A jacket with crotch piece held her to the seat. A pull on her chest strap alerted Marike to walk on. Swetlana had already noticed them and came to them. Thomas told her they had discussed the possibilities and what they decided to get, after which Swetlana led them to a separate part of the store. This room was dominated by a large metal contraption in the middle. On the sides there were chairs, cupboards and a table. In one corner there was a shower with an assortment of restraints and a washing basin. On another wall there was one of the large machines they had inspected before the meal. Thomas drew the key forth and started to free Marike from the harness. The jumpsuit was next and soon Marike stood only in her plastic panties. Swetlana had closed the doors in the mean time and came back to the group. After putting on rubber gloves, she pulled the panties down and took off the filled diaper. With bolt cutters she severed the strap of her chastity device, and then Marike was completely naked.

Swetlana led her to the machine and showed her how to assume the correct position. At the bottom there were two foot prints on which she had to place her feet precisely. Then she had to grab a handhold on either side. As soon as she was in the correct position the machine came to life. The metal sheet in front of her slid to the side and several manipulators appeared from the inside the machine. Pincers grabbed each of her ankles and wrists and u-shaped steel bars crossed under her armpits and lifted her up. Marike could only move her head; otherwise the machine held her completely and she was pulled her inside. She hardly passed the threshold before the metal plate closed behind her, leaving her in total darkness. But that didn’t last for long. Suddenly bright lights shone on her from all directions. But it lasted for less than a second before leaving her again in the deep dark. Suddenly something began to splash, and soon Marike was sprayed with warm water, while still held by the metal bars. Shortly after, rotating brushes joined the fray. For quite some time Marike was handled like this, but it didn’t feel bad at all. During the process her head was gripped in a clamp and the u-shaped bars withdrew. Her arms were pulled sideways and her armpits got treated. Marike was very ticklish there and tried to squirm away, but the pincers held her mercilessly. Luckily it didn’t last that long and the machine began to get Marike dry. Finally the last moistness was removed with a warm air current. A mechanical voice ordered Marike to open her mouth, and she obeyed without hesitation. She had barely opened her mouth, or a new manipulator forced it’s way in and pressed her jaws apart as far as they would go. An apparatus was shoved into her mouth and before Marike realized what was going on, the machine started working on her teeth. It sounded like she was at the dentists, but Marike only felt water being sprayed around and sucked away again occasionally. The whole procedure seemed to last an eternity, but finally the apparatus withdrew and Marike concluded that the machine had thoroughly cleaned her teeth. Then something was sprayed under her armpits, and the u-shaped bars were shoved under her arms again and her head was released. A sudden suction dragged her hair upwards and Marike noticed strong pulling. Apparently the machine was now combing her hair. Shortly after that the warm airflow stopped and only the pulling on her hair continued. The machine concluded by moving the girl back to the position where she was originally grabbed. Only the pincers didn’t release. Swetlana, who was already waiting for her, freed her by pressing a single button on the control panel.

She then directed her to the metal construction in the center of the room, and showed her how to put her arms upwards. With trained movements she adjusted two handholds to the right height and put Marike’s hands on them. Around each wrist she attached a small band that hung from handholds. This caused an unpleasant tingling in her arms and when she tried to pull back, she discovered that her fingers wouldn’t obey her anymore and that she couldn’t let go of the handholds. Next the frame rotated somewhat, and Marike lost the ground under her feet. With some more practiced movements her feet were placed at the designated places and strapped down, so that Marike hung there motionless like a marionette. “So, I’ll be right back and then we’ll put some clothes on you.” Swetlana promised and left the room. Marike had seen her parents coming in while she was directed towards the construction, and sitting down at one of the tables near the wall and browse through a large number of catalogues and prospectuses, but now she was with her back towards them. Furthermore she concluded that the machine had braided her hair. Marike tried once more to take her hands off the handholds, but however much she struggled, her fingers just wouldn’t obey her. On one side it was quite uncomfortable to hang like this in the middle of the room, naked and exposed, without any cover at all. On the other hand it quickly became boring to just hang there, especially since it wasn’t that comfortable a position. But there came Swetlana already back, with a collection of synthetic pieces. These she put on a trolley she pulled close, on which there already were several more items. But since it was behind Marike, she couldn’t quite detect what was there. In any case she heard her parents get up and approach. “Head to the front, look straight forward and mouth open” Swetlana commanded. Marike didn’t immediately follow the orders, since she tried to squint sideways to check out what was on the trolley. Suddenly she felt a stinging pain at her left buttock. Unnoticed Swetlana had grabbed a small black rod and fired the e-shock device at Marike’s behind. But it required a second prod before Marike, who was slightly shocked, at last followed the orders. After she heard something jingle behind her, Swetlana’s hands appeared around her head and shoved the mouthpiece of a bridle inside her mouth. Quickly and professionally she straightened the straps and hooked the reins in. Next was a Kidtroller collar, which was put in its place just as adroitly.

The following object appeared similar to a bra, but was made of hard plastic. Different from a bra it was closed under the armpits, so that Swetlana could simply lower it over her head. Swetlana fixated the closures and the plastic bra fit her perfectly. The plastic straps, or better brackets, closed around her ribcage without leeway and pressed the padded cups tight over her breasts. The cups seemed slightly too big, since they only touched Marike’s breasts at the base. Of course Swetlana hadn’t finished yet, and the next plastic construction found her way to Marike’s body. This time it was a chastity belt. Not the light model that she wore previously, but a massive belt that closely enveloped her pelvis. Even the part that went between her legs and covered her mound was made of the massive, hard plastic. It was anatomically formed and lay close to the skin, formed a cup in which her mound rested, and split behind that into an oval opening, only to merge later on and attach to the waist belt as a single bar. But still Swetlana wasn’t ready. Two thigh bands made of the same milky white material were closed around her upper legs and the attached plastic coated cables that prevented slipping them down were screwed to the waist belt. Swetlana then connected a tangle of such cables between the belt and the bra with her battery-powered screwdriver. Marike already felt quite restrained with this mesh of cables around her body.

But Swetlana hadn’t finished by far. A short cry escaped Marike as Swetlana suddenly shoved something into her behind. “This short intestine tube makes her anus muscle useless and deposits the contents of her bowels in the attached plastic bag in a controlled way. This way the chastity belt doesn’t get smeared with feces, which significantly simplifies the cleaning. But because you decided against a catheter, she will still need a diaper. Putting one on is definitely harder when the thigh bands are connected, but we leave that connection out for now because of the pants. Because the system is modular, it can always be attached later on when you decide to dress Marike differently.” opined Swetlana towards the parents.

Next was the expected diaper. Swetlana unfolded it to attach it with the sticky tapes to the chastity belt. The diaper was quite thick and would hold for a long time what Marike feared she would soon deposit in there.

Finally Swetlana disconnected the foot straps and rotated the foot panels out of the way so that Marike hung in the air. With able hands Swetlana pulled a rubber thing over her feet. Then a plastic one followed that ended in boots. When the boots were firmly on Marike’s feet, Swetlana turned the construction so that Marike finally could put her feet on the ground again. After she ensured that Marike stood stable, she released the arm straps so that Marike could finally let go of the handholds. Swetlana pulled the rubber thing up and offered two holes in the cloth through which Marike should put her arms. The thing proved to be a semi-transparent rubber body. It closed at the back with a sort of zipper and sat quite loosely around her body, expect for the arm, leg and neck openings.

Next she put a t-shirt on Marike. The special thing about this piece was the flap that went between the legs to secure it on the wearer, and the black print on the neon bright orange, which Marike didn’t like one bit: “Attention – Runaway”. After that Swetlana pulled up the plastic piece with the boots, which turned out to be overalls out of a thick, sturdy plastic material in signal yellow and with lots of reflective strips. The overalls were held up by two straps that crossed at the back and connected to the bib, and the key holes in the buckles made it clear to Marike that these wouldn’t open without the right key. The next object that Swetlana took from the trolley and held up for Marike to put on was a jacket from the same material as the overalls, again with a multitude of reflective strips. Marike quickly realized that the arms were stiffened and ended in box-like mittens for the hands. It closed at the back with seven belts, two of which went through the crotch, and a cover went over them that closed with a zipper. At least you couldn’t see the t-shirt anymore this way.

The final highlight was the new harness. Swetlana untangled a bunch of bands and professionally put them on Marike. A broad, padded belt went around the waist. A second one circled her torso under the armpits, above the bra. On each side a belt ran from the waist belt over the shoulders and two others ran down from the waist to thigh bands. Separate from these, but still part of the harness were the belts that went around her ankles and were connected to each other. With a special tool Swetlana adjusted that connection to the right length after she had locked the harness at the back. Happy with her work she handed reins of the bridle and the leash of the harness over to Marike’s mother. Marike carefully moved a bit to test her new outfit. Large steps were out of the question because of the ankle restraints. It also required more strength to move because of the thick plastic clothing, and the stiff arms were also irritating. Swetlana led them back to the main display room where the counter was, and Thomas paid with his credit card. Swetlana mentioned that several more things would be delivered, even though Thomas already took some large bags along.

The way back to the parking garage somehow seemed longer to Marike. Each time she tried to take a longer step the ankle restraints forcibly reminded her that this was no longer possible. More than once she stumbled, and each time she tried to balance with her arms, but the stiffness of the sleeves hampered that. Only because Thomas supported her with the leash she didn’t fall. She also tried to grab the reins each time Thomas pulled on them, but that didn’t work either. To make matters worse, the chastity belt with all the extras pinched her somewhere with every uncontrolled movement. She must have looked pretty strange when she flinched each time a piece of skin was caught between pieces of her outfit. Back at the car she also had to conclude that the rubber body made her sweat profusely. Her mother directed her towards the back seat while the parents loaded the bags in the trunk. Then she secured Marike once more in the car with the safety belts.

[ New June 14^th, 2009 ]

During the drive back Marikes mother tried to make conversation with her, but because she was still wearing the bit she couldn’t utter a comprehensible sound, so her mother quickly gave up and it turned out to be a very quiet trip. Back at the hotel the adults first unloaded the goods from the car. Only then Marike was released from the safety belts and could she leave the car. Her mother gripped the leash and directed her to the entrance. Just when she went through the door, she spotted a delivery truck from with the lettering of Barnöryggis turning in to the parking area of the hotel. Marike was curious, but her mother steered her on. Sybille led her to the room she shared with Vera. There she took a padlock and chained Marike with her collar to an attachment point on the wall. With a key from the now pretty full key ring, she unlocked the head harness and removed the bridle from Marike. The harness that enclosed her body was next. Another key opened the closures of her jacket and Marike could take it off with help from her mother. Finally she could move her arms freely again, but that didn’t last long. Her mother soon reattached the body harness and connected wrist cuffs to Marikes wrists, which were connected to the waistband with short straps. These restrained the movement of her hands to a max of 30 cm. Her attire was completed with a yellow sun hat that had a wide brim and that was connected to the wearer with a chinstrap that made taking it off impossible. When Sybille finished, she took a few steps back and inspected her daughter that stood there chained to the wall. Happy with what she saw, she turned around and left the room.

After her mother was gone, Marike tried to find her limits. The chain to her collar was too short to sit down or go away from the wall. Also bending forward was hardly possible, and with her hands attached to her waist, she could barely reach her hat. But the strap construction would have prevented her from removing it anyhow. Her feet she could just move 25 cm apart before the strap was at tension. And with every movement she had to be careful not to be pinched by the chastity construction. In her rubber body quite a bit of sweat had collected in the mean time, and it felt mightily uncomfortable. Marike felt like her diaper was already full only from that fluid.

The overalls bothered her not as much; it caused her sweating way less than the body. But the thick plastic made moving quite a bit harder than her normal jeans. Marike began to feel that weird feeling in her stomach again that made her feel weak, and soon she needed to concentrate to stay on her legs. Once more she pulled with all her strength on the straps between her wrists and her waist, and between her legs, but the straps held her unforgiving. Marike wondered what her mother was up to, and when she would be released from the wall. Soon she began to get bored, since there was nothing for her to do. Being tied like that soon becomes dreary when one has nothing to amuse oneself with.

In the mean time Thomas had made himself comfortable in their bedroom with the different manuals, when Sybille entered. “I have chained Marike in her room; how long shall we leave her there stewing?” she asked her boyfriend. “Not too long; we don’t want her to lose interest in being treated like a Levan minor. And I wouldn’t care to store all this equipment away unused.” was Thomas’ opinion. He retrieved a notebook from a carryall and connected the power. With a light buzzing it started up and loaded the operating system. Quickly he connected to the Internet and surfed to the site of Kidtroller. Sybille took a chair and watched fascinated how Thomas made several adjustments to the settings of Marikes collar. He was so quick that she couldn’t follow everything he configured, so she took the manual and started to study that. Thomas registered the remote controls for the devices they bought, and handed one over to Sybille. In a test environment they could practice to become acquainted with the functionality. Eventually they decided to slowly get ready for dinner, for which they today were going to a restaurant at the beach. Thomas suggested that Sybille changed while he would cancel with ms. Siehl and collect Marike.

Marike was still chained to the wall when Vera entered the room. She wore her red plastic jumpsuit again with her black harness on top, and carried a bag. When she saw Marike she halted surprised. “They really dressed you up this time.” she commented on Marikes equipment. “Yes, but it’s still harmless. My parents were with me at Barnöryggis today and shopped big time. On the way back they made me wear a bridle. That was fairly uncomfortable.” answered Marike.

“Yes, I also used to have a bridle, and it was pretty confining. And I have worn a disciplinary harness too. Even had to wear it to school! In comparison the body harness is quite comfortable. And the Kidtroller I only wear to school; at home it’s mostly just the jumpsuit and the harness. In the mean time she had gone over to the wall with the shelves, and watched the door. Her mother soon entered the room. She briefly greeted Marike and then manipulated one of the plates covering the wall with a key. When she was ready she had retrieved a chair from the wall and turned the plate into a desk. Vera obediently sat down on the chair and ms. Siehl connected her harness with short straps to the desk. Vera seemed to be used to this and began to get her exercise books from her bag and started doing her homework. During all of this Marike just stood against the wall opposite. Ms. Siehl looked her over somewhat more thoroughly before she left the room.

Marike took a look at Vera, who at least could sit. A beep made her flinch. Vera also turned around to see what was going on. Another time Marike cringed, but the straps prevented her from making larger movements. She had received an electric shock from her collar. It didn’t hurt that badly, but it was definitely startling. Marike hadn’t quite recovered when Thomas entered. He had something in his hand that looked like a big mobile phone.

“You’d better pay attention to the beep that you just heard. It is a warning signal that you are leaving the designated area and will soon be punished with electroshocks. And they will get stronger until you’re back in the area you’re allowed in. I can also administer them by hand when you do not obey.” he told her. “The power of the shocks is configurable. You just received strength 2 in pulse modus. It goes up all the way to 16, and apart from pulses it can also give a continuous ‘stimulation’. Would you like to try level 8?” asked Thomas while his thumb moved towards the remote control button. “I’d rather not; level 2 is enough to get the point.” answered Marike quicker than you’d expect. Thomas pressed a key on the remote control and the collar gave two short beeps. “So, now the perimeter function is activated. It’s like an invisible leash. Now you’re not allowed to move more than 5 meters away from the remote control. If you would move further away anyhow, the collar would start emitting increasing shocks. That way we don’t have to worry about the line getting tangled and you won’t be able to pull loose anymore, either.” explained Thomas to her, who in the mean time had grabbed a key and proceeded to disconnect her from the wall. Then he signaled Marike to follow him. Marike tried to follow his strides, but with the ankle restraints it wasn’t easy. And with her arms so close to her body, she couldn’t shift her weight as she was used to either. And there also was the chastity equipment that pinched her here and there once every few steps. Luckily the trip only went to the bathroom, so it was relatively short. After another key pressed the collar gave two beeps, the second one higher, followed by a long beep.

“Ok, now the perimeter function is disabled and the room control activated. Now you are limited to the bathroom.” told Thomas and handed Marike a key ring.

“You’ll find the keys for the harnesses and the pants here. Take them off and refresh yourself. You have half an hour before someone comes to collect you.” explained Thomas. A bit startled Marike accepted the keys and after Thomas closed the door behind him, began to try them on her wrist cuffs. Indeed one of the keys fit and opened the cuffs. This way Marike could also free herself from the foot cuffs and the body harness. Other keys also opened the clips of the overalls, the strap of her sun hat and the crotch strap of the shirt. They rubber jumpsuit didn’t need unlocking, though opening the zipper at the back did pose a bit of trouble. Then the diaper came off, but after that Marike ran into a larger problem. The intestine tube was held in place by the chastity construction, and she couldn’t remove it. And none of the keys fit that. Neither could she get the collar off, but that she already expected. Now there was an already somewhat filled plastic bag hanging between her legs that irritated her because it bumped into her legs with every step. She could hardly go showering with that there. So Marike wound a towel around her hips and opened the door to peek out. Immediately her collar started beeping, so she quickly withdrew her head. But she also didn’t want to shout all through the hotel. Marike thought back on the electroshock she had received. Actually it had been more startling than painful. It had felt somewhat like someone flicked a finger to her neck. Though it had been unpleasant, it would be worth the trouble to get rid of the fecal bag. So she tied the towel around once more and went into the corridor. The beeps announced the next shock, which came as expected. But she hardly had taken another step when the next shock arrived, which was definitely stronger. One more step and a searing pain shot through her neck. She tried one further step, but the next hit robbed her of her breath and made her neck muscles cramp. She hadn’t even reached her bedroom when she quickly fled back to the bathroom, where she sat down and started rubbing her painful neck. That the collar could give such powerful shocks had shaken her. Straps and leashes she could resist: those only held her without causing pain, and showed her the limits of her freedom unmistakably. But the collar punished quickly with pain when one passed the set borders, though one couldn’t discern them so easily. And she still had the troublesome fecal bag between her legs.

But there Marikes mother appeared in the bathroom and inquired concerned what the matter was. She explained that they noticed that the collar had fired. Marike pointed out her problem, and her mother invited her to bend over. When she did, her mother removed bag and closed the intestine tube. This way Marike could shower without trouble. She had hardly dried herself off when her mother appeared again. But quite surprisingly her mother wore a pink plastic jumpsuit with a rainbow colored harness on top. Her hair was tied in two piggy tails and she had also done something with her face to make her look substantially younger.

But Marike was quickly sent back in the shower by her mother and tied with wrist and ankle cuffs. Of course she wondered about the setup, since she had already showered. But her mother opened the chastity belt and bra with a key from the quite big key ring, to check the skin for pressure points or abrasions from the belts. This way the whole construction dangled down from Marike, who still couldn’t take them off herself because of all the interconnecting cables. But when her mother finished the checkup and was visibly satisfied, she retrieved a cordless screwdriver and disconnected the cables between the belt and the bra. Then she relocked both separately and released her from the shackles.

“Go directly to your room and lie down on the bed; I’ll follow shortly.” commanded her mother. Seeing Marikes scared face, she explained that she had already programmed the collar to safely let her go to the bedroom, although she shouldn’t make any detours and stay on the bed when she arrived. So Marike went like she was told to. Vera was still sitting on the desk making her homework, and only looked up briefly when Marike entered the room. She sat on the bed that was open, and waited for her mother, who didn’t take long in arriving with everything Marike had left behind in the bathroom. After she had deposited the things on the bed next to Marike, she retrieved a diaper from a bag and asked Marike to lie down. Quickly she had attached a new bag to the intestine tube and wrapped her daughter in the diaper. On top of that followed plastic panties and an elastic hose. At least she was spared the rubber body. The t-shirt was next, and then black tights. Finally she was clad in a body suit that consisted of strongly rustling, semi-transparent plastic. Only the mittens were of bright blue rubber and permanently fixed to the suit. It was closed with two watertight zippers on the shoulders. The neck had a rubber membrane so that it closed hermetically around her neck. The nasty part was that the t-shirt was visible through the semi-transparent material, including the text “Attention – Runaway”. The outfit was completed with the sun hat and two plastic sandals.

Sybille took the remote control and the collar beeped twice. “OK Marike, you have to follow me and stay near now.” directed her mother. So Marike was close on her heels while she was led through the hotel to their room. It was a while ago since she had so much freedom of movement; only the stiff plastic of the suit hampered a little, but no harness, no straps, no stiff arms and no bit. And best of all the cables of the chastity construction didn’t pinch anymore.

Thomas was already waiting for them. He pointed Marike towards a chair in a corner and operated the remote once she followed the order. Two short beeps and a longer signaled that the room control was activated and without being told she understood that she was to remain seated on that chair. But she was quite surprised when Thomas attached the hands of her mother to a waist belt of her harness and put on the ankle cuffs that she had been wearing until the shower. Shortly after she was also put in a bridle, which had some sort of blinders and a bib. Finally her mother got a pink sun hat from Thomas, just like the one Marike wore. Marike must have stared unbelievingly throughout the procedure.

“You don’t need to stare like that; you’re not the only one who is curious. Your mother also wanted to experience once how it is to be restrained like that. And since one is not automatically an adult when reaching the age of 18, it shouldn’t draw too much attention. This evening she is just attired as of she were your older sister.” “Should I call her Sabine then?” asked Marike with a big grin. “Zat isn’t nithe” lispeled her mother through the bridle. Because she wore a different bit than Marike she could still make herself clear. Thomas had in the meantime slipped on a backpack and taken the remote control. Two beeps signaled that Marike was on the invisible leash again. “OK, now you can move in a 5 meter radius from me.” told Thomas. “Let’s get going.” Pulling Sybille behind him Thomas went ahead and Marike followed behind them. They left the hotel in the direction of the sea and turned left along the beach. Marike could move freely until she exceeded the distance of 5 meters from Thomas and the collar forced her return. She realized that with the collar she had to be alert herself about where Thomas was, while a leash prevented her automatically from going beyond the allowed range. With a leash the person holding it needed to be alert. That would be preferable, and she almost envied her mother who was led along the beach with the bridle. Sybille at first tried to fight the leash, but gave up quickly when she noticed she didn’t have a chance. Apart from that she already had trouble staying upright, the way she was restrained. So she surrendered to her fate and walked docilely behind Thomas.

Therefore Marike glanced around to the other people who were strolling the beach, while every now and then the beeping of her collar reminded her to keep to the maximum distance from Thomas. Apparently nobody was looking twice at the procession of the three, even though Marike saw no one else who was dressed like her mother. Although she saw many plastic-covered clothes, harnesses with crotch straps were about the strongest restraints she spotted.

Under a parasol she saw a young woman on a towel reading a book. She wore a plastic body suit like Marike and below a bikini. With a collar she was chained to the parasol. Three long lines led to three children playing in the water. They also wore watertight suits with harnesses on top.

Marike also tried to go into the water, but her collar reminded her that she was already more than 5 meters away from her guardian.

“Thomas, can I go into the water?” Marike called to him. He stopped and looked at Marike. Sybille, who wasn’t expecting this, was abruptly stopped by the now tight leash, and fell on her behind. “Sorry, dear” was all Thomas said as he noticed it and looked amused at her attempts to get up again. “No Marike, not before dinner. Perhaps on the way back.” he pointed out to Marike. A bit disappointed she stepped on when Thomas resumed walking. Sybilles pink jumpsuit was full of sand now, especially on her legs. But the sand didn’t stick well to the smooth plastic, and slid down slowly when it dried. When they arrived at their target there was hardly anything left. Thomas brushed off the remainder with his hand.

The restaurant that they entered made a nice impression. Wooden partitions with vegetation on top gave each table some privacy. Quickly a waiter came towards them and asked Thomas if they had a reservation. Thomas confirmed this and told his name, and the waiter led them though a passage into another room. This area was pretty disappointing: no view on the beach or the sea, and no wood or plants in sight. Everything appeared very sterile, made from plastic or rubber. And the light was much brighter than in the other room. The waiter led them to a table, at which, next to a normal chair, two special chairs for youngsters stood. Quickly Thomas buckled Sybille with her harness to the chair. In the mean time Marike already sat down in the other chair and Thomas secured her with a 3-point harness around her waist and through the crotch. The chairs were secure against overturning, had armrests and small wheels. A big footboard prevented the one sitting from pushing off with her feet. The chair allowed the restraints to vary from none, via 3- and 5-point, up to 7-point harnesses. Several attachment points allowed restraints like Sybilles harness to be used, too. The key to open the buckles hung from a long chain at the back, so that the person in there couldn’t reach it.

Thomas freed Sybille’s hands and took off the bridle and the sun hat. In the mean time the waiter brought the menus. Marike received a key so she could take off her hat. The waiter brought the drinks and the family ordered their meals.

Now Marike had time to look around to the other guests in the room. She was still somewhat unused to seeing all those restrained children. At one table a boy in a black plastic jumpsuit was tied in one of these chairs. His hands were buckled to the armrests and his feet to the footboard. Next to him sat his younger sister. She was only restrained with a 3-point harness like Marike, and wore only a plastic bib over her normal clothing. His older sister was also in such a special chair, but wasn’t restrained and didn’t wear anything special. It was a weird contrast, especially since the boy might already be going on 20.

At another table Marike spied another girl who was tied to a wheelchair. Her hands were buckled to the attached table and her feet to the footrests. A vest kept her body tight against the backrest. But the thing that drew Marikes attention most was her head. It was fixated to the head support with a harness. A preformed piece of plastic that was attached to the harness covered her chin and mouth, and at the place where her mouth would be, a tube led to a bag that was high on a pole that was fixed to the back of the wheelchair. The girl couldn’t move and had to watch how the rest of the family enjoyed their dinner. In stark contrast her younger sister just wore a breast harness and a sweet dress.

Most children were fixated to their chairs one way or another.

Not long after the food arrived, and after they ate and Thomas paid, he started buckling Sybilles hands again. “Darling, can’t you let my hands free this time? It is so hard to hold my balance when they are tied.” Sybille asked Thomas softly. “I’m sorry dear, but I don’t have arm braces with me. So give me those naughty hands, first the right and then the left.” said Thomas while he attached them again to the waist belt. But he did make the straps a bit longer, so that the hands were not held close to the stomach, but had some 20 cm leeway. After that he fiddled a bit with the bridle before he put it on Sybille again, who obediently opened her mouth. If she knew what he had done she might not have been so docile. Behind the blinders two large donkey ears now pointed upwards. That did prevent the sun hat from being put on again, but since the sun was already pretty low on the horizon, it wasn’t an issue. Marike was already trying to stand up while Thomas was freeing Sybille from the chair, but she had to conclude that the buckles would only open with the key, which was hanging from the back of her chair, and in her current position she couldn’t reach it. Thomas freed her soon after and required her to put on her sun hat again before they left the restaurant together.

[ New June 22^th, 2012 ]

On the way back they passed the location again where the children had played in the water. Now they were with the young woman by the parasol. An older woman, probably her mother, was just busy taking down the parasol, while the young woman collected her beach towel and stuffed her book in the large carry-all. The boys rolled up their leashes as soon as they were freed from the parasol stand. Marike only saw how they left towards some houses, because she had to follow Thomas the whole time. Finally she asked the question “Can I go into the water now?” “OK, let me quickly lengthen your electronic leash” replied Thomas. “Why don’t you just turn it off: in the water I can’t react to it quickly” Marike objected. “Agreed; as long as you are wearing the collar you can’t escape from us anyhow.” considered Thomas aloud.

Sybille had already stopped and turned around, remembering only too well what happened along the way. Thomas also stopped and retrieved the remote control. Shortly after the collar produced the beeps that Marike knew by now, and she took off towards the sea. Thomas and Sybille strolled along the shore while Marike entered the water. It was a strange feeling. Her feet were hardly submerged in the water when the body suit started folding closely around her. The deeper she went into the water, the more the air in the suit was pushed upward, so that the part of her that was under water felt like she was vacuum-packed, while the upper part was inflated and under increasing pressure. Either limited her movements. Marike could only enter up to her waist before the accumulated air lifted her feet from the ground. She almost fell over, but the air slowly escaped from the neck seal. Soon she could lie down in the water and start swimming. The neck seal indeed prevented any water from entering the suit. Swimming with the suit on was a lot more strenuous though than without, and so Marike soon returned back to firm ground. Then she noticed that the suit kept on sticking to her, and she started perspiring. It also was much harder to move around. Only when she started moving some air managed to enter the suit again. Close to the hotel she caught up with her parents. Sybille no longer wore the bridle and her hands were free. Thomas had attached a leash to her harness and led her that way. When they arrived at the hotel, they first went into the parent’s bedroom, where Thomas simply attached the leash to the bed and left Sybille like that. He directed Marike towards the bathroom and put herself in the shower. There he sprayed her from top to toe with warm water to remove the sand and salt from the sea. Then he opened the zippers of her suit and she could take it off. He commanded her to go to her bedroom, lie on the bed and wait. Marike obediently went there, and then a long beep from her collar signaled that she her range was limited to the bed. Vera was nowhere to be seen. Impulsively she closed the doors of the cage bed and laid down.

In the mean while Thomas released Sybille from the restraints she wore, and soon she was free from her outfit and back into normal clothing. Then she proceeded to Marikes room. She found her big girl locked in the bed. With a key from her key ring she opened the bed and Marikes t-shirt. Tights and panties followed, and finally the plastic pants and the diaper. Quickly Sybille had Marike diapered freshly and back in the plastic pants. She had one more piece of clothing that she now held up to Marike. It turned out to be a body from netting-like material that was closed and secured in the back. Attired like that Marike could go to the bathroom to brush her teeth. Then it was back to the bedroom where her sleeping suit was already waiting for her. Sybille put her into the sleeper and removed the collar to connect it to the recharger. After wishing her good night, Sybille closed the doors of the cage bed and left Marike behind for the night.