Synopsis:
As about 100.000 youngsters every year from the states, Debbie is sent to a
behaviour modification facility by her parents in order to adjust her way of
life. This is her story.
”Hello
Honey! Wake up” It was my mother. I looked up. There were two strangers in the
room – a man and a woman.
I was
confused. Who were they? I looked at the clock. It was three o’clock in the
morning.
“Betty. I
have found this nice boarding school for you. These people are your escort to
the school. Please be nice and follow their instruction. I have written a
letter for you with further explanation. I have to go now. I love you. Bye.”
She ran out
of the door. For a moment there was silence. Then I heard the front door. My
mother had left the house.
The man
stepped forward.
“Come out
of the bed and undress. You need to be prepared for the journey.” I stepped out
of the bed. They seemed much stronger than me and very strict. What was going
on?
“Turn
around and cross your arms on your back.” I did as I was told. I was so scared.
My mom had always told me not to talk with strangers and now she had turned me
over to these unknown people.
I felt them
grab my arms and put some leather around them. I later learned that it was some
kind of muff. They also put something that felt like leather cuffs on my upper
arms and I felt as they tighten some straps between the muff and the cuffs. I
had no use of my arms.
“What are
you doing? It hurt.” Actually it was bearable, but I was so scared, that I
almost was going to pee right there.
“Don’t
talk. Just do as you are told. Then it would go easy and smooth.” Suddenly they
pulled something over my head. It must be a leather hood. I tried to resist but
they both held me while the hood were laced tight. I could not see and barely
hear.
There was a
mouth opening and I started to yell for my mom. But then they inserted
something in my mouth. It tasted like rubber and filled almost my mouth
totally. It had at that point never sucked a dick, so I did not recognise that
it was a pecker gag.
I started
to sob. I was so afraid. What are they going to do to me?
Then I felt
something soft between my legs. It was some kind of padded underwear. I later
learned that it was a disposable diaper. They were just finishing when I felt
that they put leather cuffs on my legs. How were they expecting me to travel
when my legs were tied together?
They took
me under their arms and carried me between them. I did not know where they were
going. I felt the coolness of the night and I knew that they had carried me
outside. It was so shameful - Me in almost nothing in a public street. I cried
inside the hood.
They guide
me into a car and once inside, they strapped me tight. It was an unpleasant way
to ride.
I was
all-tearful inside the hood. Why had my parents done this to me?
My name is
Debbie and I am 15 years old. I am a single child. I live with my parents.
I have
always had good grades in school. I enjoy music and basketball. I have been on
my school team for year until I injured my knee. I turned my interest to
history and was a straight-A student. I don’t touch alcohol or any drugs.
Normally I didn’t go out. Not even to a movie.
But then I
met Brian at the Library. I know about my mother’s principles about boys. And I
respect her. I have never been with Brian outside the school.
However, a
month ago I asked if I could go to the movie with Brian. My mother went
ballistic. She felt betrayed because I had not told my about Brian and me
talking to him at school. She even claimed that I had slept with him in school.
I – of course – denied my false allegations.
I had to go
back to Brian and tell him that I couldn’t go. Some week after we broke up even
before we got to be a real couple.
In the
summer petrol price rose and my father decided that we should use a manual lawn
mower instead of a lawn tractor. Our lawn is huge (about
Then a week
ago, both my mother and my father confronted me just after breakfast and asked
me to take a drug test; they got from the local drug store. I had not problem
with it, because I am no drug user. I was rather surprised when it became
positive. Of course there was a lot of shouting. I thought that they had
falsified the test. It did not show the correct result.
My parents
were not convinced and took me to the doctor. We did a blood test and it was of
course negative. The doctor had written a note, where he explained that the
poppy seeds on the bread had cause the positive test and informed my parents
that such cheap test had a large margin of error.
So they
calmed down and I did expect our daily life to go on a usual. Well, that was
until now.
I could
sense that the car was moving. After a while I felt someone fiddle at the side
of the hood.
“Now you
can here me. The hood, you have on is an isolation hood. We decide for you to
hear, see and speak. If you behave nice, you will be able to see when we are in
the plane, if not: Get use to the darkness. I will remove the blindfold on the
hood, so you can read the letter from your mom explaining what is going on.”
He removed
the blindfold on the hood and held a letter from my mom up in front of my eyes.
Dear
Debbie
You are
on your way to a boarding school on
You are going to take the
line of horsemanship. I know that you are afraid of such animals but in this
case there won’t be a problem.
You are
totally in control off when you are going to return. Work with the program and
you will be back in a year or work against it and you will be able to leave it,
when you are 18, but if you choose to, you are no longer our daughter.
Please
follow the instructions given to you by your escort team. They are here to make
sure that nothing bad happens to you on your way to the program.
You will
be able to talk on the phone with us when you reach level
Many
kisses.
Mom and
Pop.
Tears began
to pour down from the eye openings. The man from the escort company took a
paper tissue and wiped my eyes.
“Relax. I
know that it is hard but your safety is in our hand and it is very obvious that
your parents only have your best interest in mind.” He hugged me in an effort
to calm me down, but it did not help.
My parents
– my very own parents – had sent me away from there home with a complete pair
of strangers. My entire world – the safety of my house – has been violated.
There was no safe place on earth for me anymore.
We drove
for a haft an hour when we entered a private airfield. A small airplane for 20
people stood ready and we went onboard.
I was
shocked. The inside looked like a scene from “Con Air”. But in “Con Air” the
prisoners was not hooded.
I was
followed to my seat. The muff and cuffs on my arms were removed. The man told
me to sit down and when I did he began to fasten straps across my stomach, my
arms and the cuffs on my legs were chained to some hooks in the floor. I could
not move. I needed to go to the toilet. I tried to make sounds but only
mumbling sounds gave out. Luckily he understood that I had some questions and
removed my gag.
“I need to
go to the toilet.”
“Just use
your diaper. That is what it is there for.”
“But, I
can’t. I need a toilet!”
“Use your
diaper. I don’t need that kind of disobedience.” He pushed the gag inside again
and fastened the blindfold as well as the ear part. I was totally isolated
again. 15 minutes later, I gave up and peed in the diaper. If I had not had the
hood on, everyone would see that I was red in the face from shame.
I felt the
plane move and although I have never flown before I guess that we were on our
way to our destination.
When we
landed I felt the plane stop and then it took forever until one of the guards
removed the ear part and explained that it would take sometime before the cab
to the school came. He ordered me to suck the gag because he was about to get
some water trough a tube in the gag.
I was
thirsty but the water tasted of rubber. It was awful.
The time
went by. I peed in my diaper once more. I sobbed out of pure shame. My diaper
was so wet and I was embarrassed.
Then I felt
arms around me. The ear part was once more removed.
“Relax and
be careful when you stand up. You have been sitting so long that there is a
chance that your legs can not support you.”
Once I was
up on my feet, the muffs and cuffs were put on again.
They guide
me out of the plane and over to a car. Then we drove for hours until the car
came to a stop.
Once I was
outside the car, the guard removed the blindfolds and I saw my future home for
the next period of my life.
“Welcome to
Meditation Inlet” After letting me rest for a moment; they guided me into the
main building.
Inside the
building, they placed me in an office. One of guards took the hood off. Then he
hugged me.
“Be brave,
my girl. You are going to be fine. Your parents love you or else they would not
have you taken here in order to save your life. I can see that you are afraid,
but this place will cure you from that kind of behaviour, that can ruin your
life.”
I was
stilled too shocked in order to answer.
They left.
I waited.
Then a
strange short man entered the room with two of the guards from the school.
“Welcome to
Medication Inlet. This is your home until you graduate. Let me tell you how we
run this place. When I am finished you are free to ask, but when we leave this
office you have started the program and then each conversation must follow the
rules or you will face the consequences. Our program consists of four levels.
You start with nothing. Everything has to be earned by good behaviour. If you
work against the program, if you do not behave, you will be punished and lose
points and it will take longer before you reach next level. While trying to
pass on the next level, you will continue to study. Your parents have made
arrangement with your school so you now are a distance student. We have set up
a VPN-tunnel to your school. But beware: Our firewall monitors every attempt of
illegal mail or instant messaging. Every mail you write, we will read and
forward on your behalf. Understand!”
I nodded.
They had the upper hand. I have to wait for my chance. I had no plan but I
could run and try to make the best of it.
“First we
have level 1. You have few goals:”
“I hope
that you understand and complete them. But it is up to you. Do it and you are
on to level two. Don’t do it and you do not move on. There are also rules:”
“Now that
is about what I am going to tell you about the program so far. Do you have
questions?”
I said no.
I just want out of here. He was obvious happy about hearing himself talking.
“Follow me.
We are going to find a school uniform to you.”
I followed
him down the hall, where two large women waited.
“Please go
inside this room and follow their instructions.”
I went in.
I was a very strange room. Two women waited in there.
“Please
undress. All your clothes please.”
I did as I
was told. At least it was unnecessary with a strip search.
“Move over
here”
Suddenly
the women took each of my arms and put leather cuffs on them. The cuffs were
connected to some ropes, which were connected with pulleys in the ceilings.
They pulled the rope and my arm was forced in the air.
“Stop. What
are you doing?”
“Please.
Listen to what we are going to say to you. These cuffs are suspensions cuffs.
Hold on to them.”
They pulled
me off the ground. Then they took some cuffs, which were connected by a chain
to the floor and placed them on my feet. They continued to hoist me until my body
was stretched out.
“Stop. You
are going to tear me apart.”
Then the
man entered again. I blushed from shame. I have never exposed my body for any
man before.
“Let’s get
the uniform on her.” One of the women produced a stiff kind of leather piece
and put it around my body. I have seen such an item in magazines. It was a
corset but it looked a little different than a normal corset.
As soon as
they had wrapped it around my body they began to pull the laces. At once I felt
it as they were going to cut me in half.
“STOP. It
is hurting me. You cannot do that. STOP!”
They
ignored my cries and tugged the laces every time I breathed out. After 5
minutes I did not have air to protest anymore. My outbursts were reduced to
silent grunts.
They
stopped. “We are going to leave you now. The fabric has to rest.”
They left
and I was left sobbing. What had I done to deserve this? I only wanted to go to
the movie. It seemed like I was going to hang there forever. My arms hurt.
Finally they returned.
They
started to tug the laces once more. I began to experience tunnel vision. Then
all went black.
I woke by a
bitter smell. They had used smelling salt on me.
“Sto..” I
had no air. Every tug they made, forced a grunt from me. I was sure they were
going to kill me. Finally they stopped.
“
They
lowered me to the ground. At the bottom of the corset there was some kind of
flap hanging down. One of the women grabbed it from behind and pulled it
between my legs.
“We are
always expecting teenagers to abuse themselves. All though masturbation is
accepted, uncontrolled use may lead to unwanted sexual gathering. So we want to
decide time and place for your personal well-being.”
I had not
noticed it but there were D-rings on the leather corset and they applied
leather cuffs on my upper arms and my wrist and connected them to various
D-rings, so I was totally without the use of my arms.
In the end
they applied cuffs to my feet, and connected them with a chain, so I only could
take small steps. “We won’t risk you running from us.” What were they thinking?
I could hardly breathe. I didn’t know where I was.
“Now for
the introduction phase. This stage we also call Observation Placement also
known as O.P. It is time for you to reflect on your behaviour and what you were
about to do to yourself before you were sent here. Observation Placement is
also used as punishment, whenever you don’t work with the program at any level
and as transaction period if you drop back in levels during the program.”
They guide
me down the hall and into a room with oddly looking furniture.
“What is
that?”
“That is a
toilet chair. You are going to be sitting here and think about your past for a
period. It is actually a help to you. We are fully aware that it is stressful
to be removed from your home with such a short notice. New country. New school.
All that. So this is going to calm you down so you can gather your thoughts and
do the task of level one as fast as possible. Take a seat.”
I sat in
one of the chairs. As soon as I was seated they unlocked the cuffs from my
corset and strapped me to the chair instead.
“The chair
is fully adjustable. You are going to be as comfy as possible. Please guide the
staff so they do it right or it will be painful in the long run.”
I was not
in a position to protest. They certainly seemed to mean business. So I played
along. There was nothing of a view in the room. In fact there were no windows.
So this would be boring, but how long could this take? A couple of hours? I had
to endure this, so I had a chance to investigate how to escape from this odd
place. Was this a school at all?
Finally
they had adjusted the chair. One from the staff removed the flap and I was
ready for O.P. Well, at least that is what I thought. Suddenly one of the men
pulled a leather hood down over my head. I started to protest, but they ignored
me completely and laced it tight. It had openings for my eyes and mouth. They
hold my head tight while they applied some kind of harness to it, so I could
not move my head.
I sobbed and
begged them to stop.
The man
spoke to me again. “Well. I can fell a kind of resistance again the kindness we
are showing you. But you will learn discipline in time. Here is how its work:
You will be here for 3 times 8 hours. A senior student will check in on you
every hour with water and feed you 3 times a day. If you have to do, then do
it. The student will also clean you when you are finished. We are going to
leave you when we are finished.”
They
applied a blindfold to the hood and something entered my mouth. It tasted of
rubber. I was later told that is was a pecker gag.
There was
silence. Nothing happened. I tried to pull my restraints, but they had left me
totally immobilized. My thoughts were torturing me. What had I done to deserve
this? My stomach hurt due to the fact that it was so compressed. I cried but I
some point I got so tired and exhausted that I fell into sleep.
“Hello” I
woke. Still darkness. “Please move your fingers on the left hand if you hear
me.” I did.
“I am Susan
and I am a level 4 student. I am your mentor and future trainer. Please, work
with me or I have to punish you in order to avoid being punished myself. I am
going to remove the gag. Please do not start to talk to me. It is against the
rule. I have to start every conversation.”
She removed
the gag. I did not dare to speak.
“So. I am
going to provide you with some drinking. And I will ask you if you have some
questions. You may ask them now.”
“Where am
I?”
“You are on
a boarding school called Meditation Inlet. It is placed on
“But I
don’t know what I am going to do. What if I don’t make it before I turn
“Hush.
Hush. Calm down. You will make it. You are still so young. Most students are
back in their homes in a year. However, some it sent here too late and they are
offered an exit plan.”
“Exit
plan.”
“Yes. If
they choose not to stay here, when they turn 18, they are given a little money
and a plane ticket to the states and just have to continue in life without
their family. Your parents are attending courses too because your demise is
partially caused by their behaviour and their first lesson is to cut you
totally off, if you don’t complete the program.”
“That is
gruesome. I have not done anything wrong.”
“See that
is denial. All people had done something wrong during their life. Those, who
are wise acknowledge them and take responsibility. All actions have
consequences you know. Take responsibility for your actions and grow up while
passing this program. Now I am going to feed you with soup. Beware it is hot.”
She put the
spoon to my mouth. It was not too hot. I ate slowly because I had no use of my
eyes and I have to feel the spoon near my mouth. When I was finished she asked
whether I was thirsty and after a drink, she said some comforting words and put
the gag inside again. I was in darkness again.
At some
point during the day I had to pee. It was humiliating. I had not choice. I peed
and after a while I felt someone wipe me in my private parts. I sobbed out of
pure humiliation.
The time
passed on and Susan came with more water. This was torture. Just pure darkness
and I lost track of time. Suddenly a panic attack struck me. I pulled
desperately again my bonds. I even tried to scream, but it was impossible with
the little air I had in my lunges and with the gag in my mouth.
I must have
gotten in shortage of air due to the corset, because the next I knew was that I
was waked by the familiar smelling salt once more.
“Hey. It is
Susan again. I had passed out. I saw you panic attack. It is common and nothing
to worry about. Here. I have soup for you and remember no talking before I ask
you to.”
I finished
the soup and just before the gag was put in, she tried to cheer me up. “Hold
on. This is the last leg for today. Next time you will be freed and then it is
off to bed.”
I must have
drifted away again because suddenly I had this sharp bright light in my eyes.
It took some time before I could recognize something in the room. There she
was. Susan was a girl with dark hair about 17 years old, but she looked like a
small girl with my hair put up in rat tales. My waist was so tight. She later
told me with pride that it was laced down to
A guard
helped Susan with the task of getting out of the chair. I had difficulties with
standing. My legs felt too weak but at last I was standing as before with my
arms in restraints and bound to the corset. “Let’s get you to your bed so you
can sleep.”
After a
long walk, where Susan supported me and guided me because I was about to
stumble several times due to my chained legs, we reached the dormitory. There
were eight beds in the room. I was guided to one of them. Susan hooked a chain
connected to the bed to the cuffs on my legs. My arms were freed but Susan took
some gloves and put them over my hands. They were closed with a small padlock.
Susan saw the question in my face and answered it before I would break the
rules. “These gloves will just prevent you from tampering with the stays. Open
your mouth.”
When I did
as I was told a huge gag ball was forced into my mouth. I tried to say
something, but Susan put my finger up as a sign for me to shut up.
“You will
find that the ball is hollow. You will have no problems with breathing. Of
course there will be some drooling but the main thing is to prevent you from
talking to other student when teachers and level four students are not around.
Now sleep well. Goodnight.”
She left. I
was exhausted so I feel asleep very fast.
Next
morning I woke by some noise. I sat up and saw that all the beds were occupied.
Susan was already up and was about to take one of the students out of the
dormitory. A guard worked on the next students. I could see that all the
students were gagged. I felt dry in my mouth and sore in my jaws. I could see
the wet spot on my pillow where I had drooled all night long.
One after
one the students was fetched by Susan. I tried to look some of them in their
eyes but they just seemed to stare with empty eyes. I catch one of the girls
looking directly at me and I looked into the saddest eyes I ever had seen.
Finally it
was my turn. Not surprisingly we went back to O.P. When all the stuff was in
place, Susan asked me if I had a question. One was on my minds. “When do I get
to take a bath? I used to shower once a day.”
“Well we
girls shower every Friday. The boys do it on Saturday. The rest of the time we
just get to wash our faces. Remember that you don’t have a lot of clothes on.
The smell is not all that bad. Now use time is in O.P to reflect on your life.”
Another 8
hours were spent in darkness. I fell asleep twice. I lost track of time. I even
got a panic attack more. Susan took care of me and cleaned me off when I had to
empty my bowels. In the evening, it was back to my bed.
Day three
was a copy of day two. Somehow 8 hours did not feel like 8 hours anymore. I had
lost counts of the number of times Susan attended me and was quite surprised
when she released me from the chair in the evening.
On my way
back to the dormitory, she placed my hand on my shoulder. “Look. You are doing
just fine. You are now on phase one. Finish those tasks there are placed on you
and you are soon off to the horsemanship program.”
The next
morning Susan followed me down to a large dining hall, where she unhooked the
cuffs at my wrist so I had a little use of my forearms. It was not much of a
breakfast. Just a kind of vegetable soup and a cup of tea, but it were Ok to
survive on.
After
breakfast I was follow to a room where 5 other girls were sitting in chairs. It
was a kind of a group therapy session. All sat quiet until Susan introduced me.
“This is Debbie. She is joining our group. Shall we take the circle around?
Ann! You can start.”
“Hey I am
Ann. I am a recovering brat and I have been good for 5 month.” The next girl
went on.
“I am
Patricia. I am a recovering brat and I have been good for 4 weeks and 1 one
day.” So they continued until it was my turn. I thought I could play along.
“I am
Debbie. I am a recovering brat and I have been good for 3 days.”
Susan
interrupted. “Bravo Debbie. Shall we give my applause?” They applaud.
Soon after
all had introduced themselves and now it was about the agenda for today.
Today’s subject was boyfriends.
Susan asked
Patricia to start. Patricia told the group how she had been dating a guy for
some time and one day he had lured her to his parent’s house, where he had
offered her a drink from his parent’s drinks cupboard. She had never tasted
alcohol before and it didn’t take long before the surroundings were blurred. He
used the situation and had sex with her. Susan interrupted her.
“You know
that you were not entirely without blame here. Guys are just like that.
Whenever a girl gets raped, she is somehow to blame. They should take more care
of themselves and regard purity as the most important element in their life. It
is all about preserve yourself to your future husband.”
“I know and
it was dreadful.” Patricia started to cry. “I felt dirty.”
I put my hand
in the air. Susan motioned for me to talk. “What happened to the guy?”
“After I
came back to my parents and broke down they took contact to his parents. Our parents
took care of us and placed us both here. A trial would have damaged us both. I
could have risk a punishment too because I was an under-aged drinker.”
“Is he
here?”
“Yes.”
Susan interrupted. “I think it would be a good idea to get him here.” She called
a guard. 5 minutes later a hooded boy entered the room. Debbie almost fell down
from my chair. Never in a million years had she seen such a bizarre sight. A
boy in a corset. Susan noticed my astonishment. “Yes. Boys are also wearing a
school-uniform.”
The guard
removed the blindfold and the pecker gag on the hooded boy and guided him to an
extra chair. Susan took the word.
“Say
welcome to Joe in this session. He is just coming from O.P. He is not doing well
in the program. It is something with taking responsibility for his actions. But
why not let him tell his story with his own words.” She signalled Joe to start.
“I guess
that it is about the evening this mess is about. I was and still am in love
with Patricia. I had talked to some of the guy in town of how to get her to
loosen up a little. They told me that they normally get the girl to drink a
bottle or two of beer. But somehow beer was not her taste. So we tried with cocoa
liqueur instead. After 2 glasses she seemed tired and I made my move. But we
had used beer glasses and I did not realize that glasses for that kind of
alcohol usually are much smaller and she was half-unconscious. I believed that
she consented.”
Susan
interrupted “But she didn’t and that is exactly her fault. She brought herself
into a situation where she was unable to protect herself. That is not your
fault. That is my fault.”
Joe tried
to protest. “But I served her the alcohol.”
“Yes. But
she did choose to drink it. That is why the legal age of drinking is 21. She is
to blame but of course you also are blame. Do you know, what your fault is?”
He didn’t
reply. It was obvious that he did not know.
“I guess
you lack self-confidence so you have to turn to kinds of anaesthetic to archive
what you want in this world. I have read Patricia’s file and I know that it is
the wishes of both pair of parents that we can make a couple out of you in the
end. But your relationship has to be based on a different foundation for it to
last. Do you have anything to say to Patricia before you are off to O.P?”
He looked
directly at Patricia with tears in his eyes. “I am so sorry. I still love you
and if I had known what they would do to us I never would have made the move.”
“Sure. Take
him back.” Susan did not believe him. Unbeknown to the group, she had been the
victim of a rape because she had sneaked out of her parent’s house to see a
nine-of-clock movie. The depression that followed her rape because she didn’t
dare to tell her parents about the rape led to her grades dropping
dramatically. Her parents took action and send her here, where she confessed to
the rape during therapy. She learned that she had punished herself by not do
what my parents had ordered her to. It was her action that led to her rape. By
realising her responsibility towards herself, she was able to heal herself. She
was now on level 4 and ready to graduate next month.
A sound
brought Susan back to the present. Patricia had started to cried. Susan knew
that it was a good sign. By admitting guilt she could turn herself back on the
right track.
They
continued what I regarded as a kind of brainwashing session for a half hour
before Susan adjourned the meeting.
Other level
four students and guards fetched the girls and Susan guided me into a kind of large
office with small cubicles. They selected an empty one and inside there was a
computer and a small desk. Susan had two short chains, which allowed me to have
a little free movement of my forearms after Susan had put them between my
corset and the cuffs on my wrists.
Susan
activated the computer and informed me of my password. All necessary programs
for me to study as a distance student were present. A guard came with a box.
“Your parents have sent us all your schoolbooks. This cubicle is your workplace
for the rest of your stay, so I will put them up on these shelves.”
Susan spend
about 15 minutes introducing me to the system and several time she pointed out
that all internet traffic is monitored and either email and web-mail were
possible without every single mail being censored. If a student would attempt
to send unauthorised email, it will result in 3 x 8 hours in O.P.
Susan left
with a remark about that I should work on both school work and my level one
task, if she wanted to have a chance of getting to level two.
I spent the
rest of the day getting my homework in order. I had always tried to have my homework
in order. After all I had a whole week of work to catch up. It was hard but it
also distanced me from the torment of being sent to this bizarre place by my parents.
Every day
seem to go as the day before. I woke up and was escorted to breakfast. Then it was
off to the cubicle where I studied until lunch. After lunch is was to the
cubicle until dinner. If I had to use the toilet, I should just raise my hand
and a guard followed me to the toilet. Two times a day a small trolley came by
with water or tea. All orders had to be made by pointing on a sign. No talking was
allowed in the office area. Beside Susan, I never spoke to anyone during the
week.
Her work
came along fine, but the personal tasks didn’t.
I didn’t
know what I had done in order to earn this punishment. Five days into Level one
I broke down and the guard called Susan.
Susan
escorted me down to the beach for us to be alone. Looking out on the
“Oh. That
is the Mormons place. It is another behaviour modification institution. It is
quite infamous. You must have heard about it. It is that place where O.P. in
lying on the ground on your stomach with only a pillow to support your head and
the pillow was even something the government here on
“I am
sorry. Don’t punish me.”
“Because we
are alone, I will let you go this time. Breaking this rule would have meant 8
hours in O.P. But what is wrong with you? I thought that you were a quick
learner. You have not acknowledged that you need to work with your self so you
can heal.”
“I don’t
know what I have done wrong. I am 15 years old. A lot of my classmates have
done a lot of bad things including drug use, drinking and sex. I have done
nothing of such things. I don’t know what to write.”
“You have
been disobedient to a start. Try to remember all kind of conflicts and see the
point from your parents view even if you don’t feel that they were right.
Parenthood is something that last until you are 18. Not a second before.”
“How will I
ever become an adult if I am not allowed to even discuss items, which is quite
normal to a teenager?”
“That is
not the question in such institutions you are at here. The only question is how
you are going to please your parents and by this behaviour in fact please
yourself so you can return home. Please do it for yourself. I should not say it
but you can always act out when you are 18. By accident, I got my hands on a
survey that shows that most behaviour modification courses don’t have a lasting
effect. ”
“What are
you saying - That I should fake it?”
“Yes. Most
of us had real problems. I know I had one. I have read your file and honest: I
can not understand the reason of why you were sent here.”
I looked
out over the ocean. “If I am going to fake it I need clue of what to write.”
Susan handed me a small note. Memorise these clue words and tear up the paper
and eat it.”
“Eat it?”
“Eat it!”
Debbie
looked at it. It read: Movie, sex,
relation, lawn.
As I chewed
on the paper, I was still a question mark. Susan hugged me. “Remember to see
the issue as if you are the parent, when you write your paper.” We were
interrupted by another scream coming from across the bay. “Exactly what are
they doing to those poor children across the bay?”
“Look it up
on Wikipedia. You have access to it. It is an approved site. It something with World Wide. They call it a school but
they had created some bogus accreditation institution not recognized by the
board in
We walked
back to school.
It took
four days before I had finished my tasks and graduated to level two.
After
breakfast Susan took me outside the school building. As they came closer to the
stables I had a confession to make. “I am afraid of horses. I don’t know why my
parents had chosen a horsemanship program.”
“Perhaps
they just want you to confront your fears but no worry you won’t come near to a
horse.”
“What?”
“Wait and
see.”
When we
entered the stables my jaw dropped. A lot of students had bridles on and was
lead around by other students. “What is this?”
“This is
pony-girls and -boys. They are able to pull carts, ploughs, harrow and even
large lawn movers. Get the big picture.”
I now knew
the main reason of why she was sent here. My thrifty dad wanted to save petrol
to his lawn mover. Susan at once noticed that I was about to explode and
quickly interfered. “Calm down at once or you will end up back in O.P! Curb
your feelings at once!”
I subdued
my anger and followed Susan over to a guard. Instead of the cuffs they put my arms
in something they called an arm-binder. My leg-irons came off. It was hard for
my shoulders. “Before I gag you, I am going to explain what you are going to do
in week one. I don’t know whether you were much of an athlete, but you will be
in good form, when this week is over.” She pointed at something which looked
like a carousel. “This is a walker. We are going to hook you on to it and you
just have to walk round and round until we disconnect you again.”
“I don’t
want to do it. I will rather choose O.P.”
“Well that
leaves us no choice. Look at the wall over here. This is enlargement of the
paragraphs of the contract your parents signed with the school. It states that
we can give you a nose ring or piercing in the nipples so we can attach a leach
there. It is your choice how pleasant this experience should be. Your parents
ordered horsemanship program for you and that we will give you in one way or
another.”
“I have
changed my mind. Connect me.”
“Not so
fast. I have noticed that you have a stopped-over posture. We have to fix
that.” The guard handed me a collar. “Lift your head.” She put it on and it was
impossible for me to lower my head. “Now – That is way better.” As a final
touch they inserted a bit gag which was a part of a head harness in my mouth.
They took
me over to the walker and connected a leash hanging down from the apparatus to
the top of the head harness, where there was a small D-ring. I began to walk.
Round and round I went in a slow pace. After a little while Susan returned.
“Now you have adjusted to the pace. Next thing to fix is your walk. You need to
raise your feet more and not walk like you are dragging your feet along the
earth.” She had a whip and motioned me to raise my knees. I tried my best but I
was tired. However a quick stroke with the whip woke me at once. “Don’t make me
hurt you for real. You have an hour left to the lunch break.”
I panted as
I continued with the walk. Susan had to use the whip a couple of times before I
was disconnected so I could have my lunch.
I expected
to be guided over to the dining hall but instead I was lead down to the stable
where there was an empty box. Inside the box there was a small table with a plate
with porridge. “You are now a horse, so you will eat like a horse during level
2. That means porridge because raw corns after all would not give you sufficient
food so you have strength to deal with the demand you will be met with. You can
drink over here.” She showed me something that looked like it belonged in
rabbit cage. She put my mouth up to it and drank in order to show me how it
should be done.
When the
bit was removed I started to eat and without my hands and it was not easy.
After an hour Susan got back. “I forgot to remove the leather flap between your
legs. If you have to empty your bowels just do it. Level three students will be
here and clean it.” I was followed back to the walker and the rest of the day
went learning how to walk in a proper manner.
In the
evening I was guided back to the stable. After dinner the arm binder came off
and the cuffs came on instead. I was locked inside the box and ordered to sleep
in the hay. It was nice to sleep without a gag ball in my mouth and tired of
the hard training, I fell asleep almost at once.
Early next
morning I woke by someone knocking on the wooden wall in the box. It came from
the box next to me.
I looked at
wall and found a little knot with a small hole. I looked into the eye of a girl
looking just as old as my self. “Who are you?” I whispered.
“You don’t
have to whisper. You are on level two. We are allowed to talk when we are in
our stables. By the way: I am Judith. What were you sent here fore?”
“I was
disobedient according to my parents and trying to have the privileges of an
adult too soon.”
“It seems a
little unfair to send you here for normal teenager behaviour. I was skipping
school and smoke dope regularly.”
We heard
footsteps. It was the guards. When we were wearing the arm binder again, Judith
made a last comment before the bit gag came in. “Maybe if you do fine, you will
earn your tail within the end of the week.”
I didn’t
know what she meant and I was off alone to the walker. My stomach had been
acting very odd and it did not take long before she got diarrhoea. It ran down
my leg but apart from a corseted boy removing the most from the ground, nobody
seemed to care. My skin became irritated and just to make it worse a guard
noticed that she did not lift my feet high enough from the ground. I almost
stumbled when he gave me a lash with the whip on my buttock.
It was so
unfair. Tears began to run down over my cheeks. I sobbed but the guard was merciless.
I received another lash and then another. I felt it like she was going to pass
out when Susan entered and asked the guard what was wrong. After a little chat,
she came over to me and released me. Luckily it was time for my coffee break,
but first Susan called the boy over and ordered him to clean me.
The boy
took me to a kind of bathroom with kind of frame. I was placed in the frame and
he attached some straps to my corset and tightened them so I couldn’t move.
Then he took a hose. It was cold water and he washed my legs and my private
parts which made me scream out of shock. Susan entered the bath room and told
the boy to clean me so an accident was less likely to happen. He went behind my
and suddenly I felt a little pain when something passed my sphincter. I was
shocked and soon I felt liquid enter my bowels. The pressure built up inside me
and I began to sweat. I groaned in the gag and bit very hard on it when the
discomfort changed into stomach pain. The fluid stopped and Susan came close to
my face. “Please don’t spill any of the water while I prepare you or you will
regret it.” I was relieved when the foreign body was taken out of me and I
tried to avoid spilling any of the water. But then another thing entered me. It
was bigger and it was painful. I groaned and tried to move away. The pain
increased. It was pushed very slowly inside me. I began to sob. Suddenly it was
inside. Susan talked again. “It was a butt plug just to make sure that you
don’t spill it too soon. We will leave you now for 10 minutes.” They both left.
I began to
sweat. The pain in my stomach continued to build up. Soon it became unbearable.
I cried but I could move. I cried and shouted for my parents even though that I
knew that they were 1000 of miles away. I passed out when I ran out of air.
Susan later
told me that they returned after 10 minutes and found me unconscious. Susan
brought me back with some smelling salt. The boy had an apron,
Susan
padded me on my cheek. I was released and followed down to a little kitchen
where Susan removed the gag and served me a glass of water with a straw. I was
thirsty and I drank the whole glass before I asked about the pain in my behind.
“What is a butt plug?” If Susan had not known that I was the well-behaved girl
in this place, she would have been surprised. She explained that it was a kind
of think dildo with a thin base and it was a proper treatment so my stomach
problems did not delay my progress at the school.
“But it
hurt.”
“Get use to
it. You will wear it until you earn your tail.”
I resumed
my training at the walker. I was tired and the guard was on to me all the time.
He gave me several stripes with the whip because I couldn’t raise my legs high
enough.
When Susan
released me from the walker that evening I collapsed. The boy helped Susan with
me and once inside the box, they nurse me so I recovered and was able to eat a
little. However, I was fast asleep.
One
morning, when I was chatting through the knot with Judith, Susan entered the
box looking rather official and she had an announcement: “Today you will be
tested and if you pass the test your parents will come for a visit unannounced.
Also you will earn your tail, so do you best.”
After I was
prepared I was followed out of the stable. For some reason they did not made me
wear a gag. In front of my stood a small a single seat cart.
The boy
came around with a heavy leather harness which they dressed me in. I had been
barefooted all time since she entered the school because it was a safety
precaution against runaways. Now the boy fitted me with long leather boots.
They looked kind of strange and when I took some steps, I saw that they made
horseshoe shaped prints in the sand.
The final
touch was a white leather hood with openings for my eyes and mouth. In the top
long strips of leather was hanging down, making my head look like a kind of
artificial tale mounted up there. Blinkers came on and last but not least the
mandatory bit gag was shovelled in. Reins were connected to the bit. I was
ready to go.
Susan took
seat in the Cart and I started to walk. After several weeks on bare feet, I had
some difficulties to walk in boots. However, I adjusted and after an hour it
felt as I had used such boot all my life. Of course, Susan motivated me a
little with the whip, but I was by nature a quick learner.
Soon Susan
guided the cart to the main gate and for the first time since I entered the
facility, I left the campus. We took a small gravel road after a half hour we
came to a field. Susan stopped for a break. She had a of bottle water which she
held in order for me to drink after the bit were removed. Due to the blinkers,
I hadn’t notice much of the surroundings and when I looked about, I noticed a lot
of students with pickaxes and rakes weeding the fields.
“I did not
know that students were allowed outside the campus.”
“You are
mistaken. Level 3 and 4 have chores in the field. Lower levels have a flight
risk, so they are kept inside the campus. As a student on higher levels there
are simply too much at stake, so there are no idea in trying to escape. Where
should you go? This is
“
“Yes. I had
to admit, that I had you under suspicion of planning an escape. So I decided
that I better had to disclose where you are before you do something stupid.”
I began to
cry. It was my only chance of getting my self out of here, she smashed.
She hugged
me and padded me. “Oh. Debbie. I know it is hard, but you could so much worse
off. There are other boarding schools for so-called troubled kids and your home
could have been a cement floor for months or a dog cage. Here you at least get
to study normal books and not some odd bible stuff. You have not lost your
chance of an education like most other kids in these facilities.”
“But I miss
my home.”
“You are
already on level two. Just two more levels and you can graduate. Come on! Pull
your self together and start your work by earning your tail.” She inserted the
gag again.
The trip
continued and Susan ordered the pace up. I panted and I had difficulties to
meet the demands Susan had put on me. When we could see the school, Susan
yelled to me. “When you reach the white line painted on the road sprint as you
had never done before.”
They passed
the white line and I ran as fast as I could. I could only take so little air
into my lunges due to the corset so I panted and experienced shortness of
breath. I was on verge of passing out, when we reached the gate. The boy stood
there with a stopwatch and he nodded to Susan. I sank onto my knees having lost
my breath.
The boy
came to me. “Congratulation: You have earned your tail.”
10 minutes
after, I had recovered and we went to the stable were I was freed from the
cart. Still wearing all the equipment, they took me into the bathroom, where
two guards came over and held me tight. Susan removed the butt plug. “Now it is
time for your tail. Bite hard on the gag, if it hurts.”
I felt the
pain in my sphincter. I tried to twist myself loose, but it was of no use. The
pain continued. It was almost unbearable. Were they going to cut me open?
Suddenly it slipped inside me. It was very uncomfortable. The guards release me
and Susan took me over a large mirror. I could not believe my eyes. It was a
horsetail mounted on a butt plug.
“Yes. It
looks odd and it properly feels a little odd. Every morning until graduation
when you are not working in school, the tail will go in and it will stay there
until you return from the fields. It will come out when you go to sleep. You
should be proud. Pulling a plough is a job which brings food to the school. Now
you have an hour in the walker. Because you have been pushed to hard today,
your body needs to calm down, before you shower, eat and goes to sleep.”
That evening
I talked to Judith about me realising that I would not get out early. I
resented my parents by sending me here. I was bitter. Judith tried to calm me
down. “You will end up in O.P.”.
“But why
did they hate me so much that they wanted to lock me up?”
“Often
parents have so much going on in life and it is a two-income society so they
can not create a surplus so they can connect to their own family. Out of pure
kindness they instead removed threat ahead of the child’s path so it wouldn’t
face them and the parents would have to debate and mentor them in overcome the obstacles.
Such parents are called curling parents because they sweep obstacles away from
the child.”
“Now that
you mention it I have always been very much alone at my house outside school.
Whenever I mentioned sport or other leisure-time activities they have had put
the subject out until I gave up.”
“There you
see. But eventually a child grows up and will face adult challenges like
relationship, alcohol and drugs. If the child is proper raised and dressed to
face obstacles, then it wouldn’t be a problem. But some parents stick to the
track of sweeping problems away and would take extreme precautions and lock
their child up. They would do so because they love their child.”
“They have
sent me here because they love me?”
“Yes”
“It’s sick!”
“Yes, we
are all humans. I am tired. We can talk in the morning.”
“Debbie –
Wake up”
It was
Susan. As I left the box, I stood ready to be harnessed. But Susan took my
hand. “Not today. You are going to see something extraordinary.”
We went to
the other end of the stable. As we walked Susan started to talk. “Remember
Patricia from Group therapy? There has been some development in the case. Their
parents had been in business for years and they have decided that Patricia and
Joe must settle their disagreements and try to make up so they can end up being
a couple in some years when they become adults.”
I was
shocked. Joe had raped poor Patricia. Not in a million years would I accept a
guy back that have molested me and crossed my boundaries. “How can they make
up, when Joe has done such a horrible thing?”
“You will
see. By the way - Have you actually seen an intercourse before?”
“No.” Why
did she ask me such an indecent question?
When we
arrived, I saw an astonish sight. Joe has been tied up on a trestle. He was hooded
and the rest of him was naked. The boy, which always seemed to be around the
stable came with an odd-looking kind of pillow. When he did unwrap it and
placed it on Joe, I saw that it was a kind of protection-device. It framed his buttocks
and protected the kidney area on his back. Patricia walked around and talked to
herself in an attempt to gain self-confidence.
Susan went
over to her and talked quietly. She padded Patricia on her shoulder and handed
her a whip. It was a cat-o'-nine-tails.
Patricia
moved into position. After a moment of quietness she threw the first lash. It
struck Joe on his left buttock. His body shocked. Murmur came from inside the
hood. He turned his head as he trying to say no. It was obvious that he was in
pain.
The second
lash came. His body tensed up. I moved closer to him. The hood was an isolation
hood. As the third lash hit him I was sure that I heard a suppressed scream. I
moved around him and stood only a meter from him. His buttocks were in fact
shaking. The fourth lash hit him. His buttocks were reddish. Oh – she sure must
hate him.
The fifth
lash struck him. Then I noticed something that surprised me. Actually I had
never seen a penis live before. I was a single child and of course I have seen
pictures in school books. But his was the first that I saw live. And it became
erect. The sixth lash hit him and I noticed that it looked moistly.
“Stop - It
is enough.” Susan interrupted. Patricia looked exhausted. But it was not over.
The boy freed Joe’s legs and gave him a pair of latex trousers on. It had a
shed to the penis and after some problems with the fitting he was ready.
One of the
guards guided Patricia over to a gynaecologist chair and she was strapped down
on her back. Susan gave me a strange device. “It is a vibrator. I will show you
how to use it. Here at school the policy is strictly Victorian age, as for sex.
Before 1920 it was common for women to go to a doctor and get a cure from an
illness which was formerly known as hysteria – now as sexual dissatisfaction. The doctors used a vibrator on certain parts
of the patients so the women in order to fix the problem. Before we fulfil the
wishes of their parents and bond them, we must make Patricia overcome the
mental block caused by the rape. Let me show you how to use the device.”
Susan put a
similar isolation hood on Patricia. It had a built in gag ball. Patricia was
nervous. Although she couldn’t talk, her eyes told me that. I will never forget
those pleading eyes when I buckled the blindfold on.
We started
the work and I soon learned how sensitive certain areas of a woman’s body are.
Suppressed moaning sounds came from within the hood. I had to be careful
because as Susan told me, pressing the vibrator to hard against her would cause
pain instead of pleasure. Something I did do right, because her body became
covered with sweat.
She was
beginning to shake a little when Susan motioned for the guard to come with Joe.
They had cuffed his hands on his back. However there was a little problem. His
penis was not erect anymore. Susan knew how to fix it. “Debbie. Let me handle
the vibrator and kneel.”
I did as I
was told and the guards were there at once sliding an arm binder over my arms.
They moved Joe in front of me so his latex covered penis was just on level with
my mouth. “Lick it!”
“But I
can’t. It is disgusting.”
“You can.
Lick it. For good sake - Pull your self together. You wouldn’t be at danger.
You are almost 16. Several countries have set the age of consent to 15. The
school has promised your parents two things: 1) You will have no psychical
contact with a male. 2) You will learn how to be a good, decent and obedient
wife. The service, you will provide is expected by every normal wife.”
“But...”
“No but. Or
you will drop a level or even end up in O.P.”
I took the
latex covered penis in my mouth. It was difficult because I had no use of my
arms. I licked and sucked the best I could. It tasted awful. But it worked and
soon it became hard against. I could fell the warm from inside.
“Stop now.
See – that wasn’t so bad.”
The guard
helped me up again and the other guided Joe close to Patricia. Susan moved the
stirrups so her private parts was totally exposed and helped his penis inside
her. He started to work on her. Patricia moaned quietly inside the hood. I
could see that Joe was excited. He was sweating and panting. It did take long a
grunt came from Joe. “Debbie: See, there he came. It is called Le Petit Mort or the little death. He is in heaven. However, we
must work a little more on Patricia. Often men come quicker than women.”
The guards
made me kneel at her wet love-channel and Susan ordered me to lick. It did not
taste so bad. It was bearable. Patricia body began to shake and the moaning
sounds from inside the hood became louder. Susan asked me to stop. “She is
experiencing an orgasm right now.” Patricia’s body went limp. “She passed out
from pleasure.”
That
evening I spoke to Judith. I was confused. I was sent here because my parents
were afraid of me having a sexual relationship. Now I have seen more genitals
and had been closer to a sexual act that I have been before in my life. Then
Judith told me about an organisation her uncle became a part of. His parents
did suspect him of drug use, which were totally without cause. The uncle was to
emotional abused that he in fact became a drug user after having her about
other users experience during group therapy sessions. It is normal that
repeated false accusations results in the exact that kind of behaviour which
all wants to avoid.
She
suddenly said something, which made me think. “What if their actions had
nothing to do with you being disobedient? What is they had realised that you in
fact was too naive and too vulnerable to the adult world.”
“I don’t
know. I am too confused.” She had upset me. I told her that I was tired and
want to sleep. However, I turned and twisted in the hay. It took forever before
I went to sleep.
Weeks
passed and every day looked by the other. Five days a week I worked as a pony
girl and two days I spent at the school working alone in order to catch up with
school work. It was hard doing five days work in just two days, but I managed.
After all I studied up 12-14 hours per day instead of 5-8 hours per day.
Those days
I worked as a pony girl also were the same. After the painful routine of
inserting the tail, I spent the morning at the walker. Afternoon I worked in
the fields. I hated to pull the plough. I was very hard because our boots were
not intended to the soft ground and we were often only two horses per plough.
It was much better to be a part of a team pulling a carriage or a cart
transporting guards or teachers.
I didn’t
see Susan very often. She was about to graduate. One day a guard took me to a
two-seater cart. Normally it was normal that there were a least one horse per
passenger, so I found a little odd, but I had been a hard week so I did not
think a lot about it.
We rode for
a while a stopped in the front of a small motel. The guard came over a closed
my blinkers. They normally did that when we stopped outside the school and the
field so we should not encourage other people to talk to us by catching their
eyes.
So I waited
in darkness until I suddenly heard familiar voices. The blinkers were opened
and my parents stood in front of me. I started to cry. They hugged me. Of
course I had a lot to talk with them about, but still I had the bit gag in the
mouth.
“Honey - We
are going for a ride. Then we can talk undisturbed.”
They placed
themselves in the cart and we took off. After a while we came to a small glade.
They freed me from the cart and took the gag out.
“Mom! Pop! Oh,
I am so glad to see you. I have missed you.”
“We too -
Pumpkin. There has not been a single day, we didn’t think about you. Numerous
times, we had doubt about sending you here, but the weekly calls about your
progress had calmed us down.”
“It had
been hard!”
“Yes, we
knew that it was not going to be easy. But we had to save you from doing
something that would have put you in danger. We decided to save you from
yourself.”
“From what?
What was I about to do that could endanger my life?”
“My Dear.
Since you were a little girl, we had encouraged you to work hard in school. You
were and still are very good. The world stood open for you. But it had a price.
You were isolating yourself. Not that it was a problem. If you stuck to your
course a place at Yale or Harvard would be in reach. Then suddenly, you became
interested in boys. It was an undiscovered land for you.”
“But I was
not going to have sex with him or something like that.”
“You think
so and that is because you are both young and naïve. I as your father know boys
always want.”
“Brian was
not so.”
“We have
new about Brian, but that has to wait. We could not just stand and wait for you
to throw your life away so we decided to send you some place where you were
protected from the dangers. We had studied a lot of different places before we
decided on this one. It could solve another problem for our household too.”
“The lawn?”
“The lawn!
It is big and petrol costs.”
I sat down
and cried. How could they be so uncomprehending and insensitive? My mother sat
down beside me and comforted you. “It is for your own best and deep inside you
know it.”
I tried to
pull me together. “Why have you chosen a school where I see people practicing
sex? Look at my butt! See what they have done!” I held up my tail.
Father
coughed slightly. “That part with the small print, I did not read. I hope it
doesn’t hurt. We knew that the horsemanship program meant that you would pull
the cart. Later at parents seminars we discovered the tail part and the risk of
piercing or nose-ring. Fortunately, you were spared for the last ones. However,
we don’t regret our choice of school. You are not falling behind your academic,
which is almost always the case at other Therapeutic Boarding Schools. They
don’t use violence or make your lie on your flat stomach all day long. The
program makes you fit. You have lost weight.”
“It is this
evil corset.”
“Not all of
it. Keeping you away from the temptations was the best choice we could make.
Period! Let’s stop the fight. You are not going to change our mind by any kind
of manipulation. We have after all attended seminars held by the school in
order to make us better parents. By the way: Your future husband will be proud
of that waistline.”
I walked
around a little. They acted almost brainwashed fully convinced that they had
saved my life.
“I have
prepared food for us.” It was mom. She had brought a picnic basket along and we
sat down and had lunch. Still I was confused. My mind was racing like hell.
“How do I get home again?”
“That is
what we wanted to talk with you about. You are on level two now. Soon you will
be at level three and you will start to train students at lower levels. That
takes us back to Brian. We have been talking with his parents. Some time ago
they suddenly phoned. He had not been home for some time and they thought that
he was over at our place because they knew about your relationship. Of course,
he wasn’t and it turned out that he was getting drunk at some bar and hanging
out among some friends. We went and talked to his parents when he returned home
and talked with the boy. He seems to be a nice person and if you both in the
future meet in a controlled environment, we wouldn’t resist against it.”
“I did not
really have a chance to know him before you made it impossible.”
“We have
figured that out and therefore we will offer you a second chance to bond with
him before you graduate and return home.”
“Will you
send him here?”
“In fact,
he will arrive in two weeks. When you return to the campus from this drive, you
are on level three. We have talked with his parents and this school seems to be
an excellent cure for his alcoholism. They have agreed that it is a good idea
that you get to know him well. I didn’t know before, but I do business with his
father. In fact, his company is an important customer to my firm and we play
golf together. If you end up liking each other, my firm will benefit.”
From my
talks with Susan I knew that level three will be so much better than level two.
And Brian here – a part of me was scared – but I looked forward to see him
again.
After a
little rest, they put the harness and gag on again and I took them to the
campus, where Susan received us. “Congratulation Debbie – I can see on the look
of your parents that the family visit went well and that means that you now are
on level three.”
Susan
released me from the harness but left the gag. She took my parents on a tour
around the school. She had me on a leash, so I followed them. They were very
impressed but also surprised when they saw my box. My mother hugged me. “Oh my
darling. It is harsh conditions, but you held your chin up and you will benefit
from it in the long run.”
As we
walked over to the main building, Susan asked my parents if they would see me
getting my dressage outfit on for the first time. My mother looked like a
question mark. “Dressage?”
“Yes. In
one week it is time for another graduation. In fact I am one of those which
will graduate this time. By the graduation, some selected students perform a
show. It is a mix of Dressage and river dance. It is very hard and only
selected students gets a chance to perform. Debbie is very skilled and the
school has selected her to perform.”
“Oh – we
would like to see it.”
Once inside
the main building, I was freed from the corset. Normally we only shower once a
week and it felt strange without the corset. My body had become accustomed to
wearing a corset so in a strange way I miss it every time it comes off.
My parents
sat in a pair of chairs when I was followed into the lacing room. They watch
very carefully and I was cuffed to the lacing bar and to the floor. Then the
new corset was introduced. It was made from leather and red instead of my usual
black corset. Susan and the guard began to tug. I whimpered a little when they
were almost finished and I think I saw a little tear in my mother’s eye. It was
so tight. At the end I made a grunt every time they tugged at the laces. “We are finished. Sixth teen inches!”
When I was
lowered to the ground one of the guards fastened my shoulder straps. They
pulled my shoulder back. I was excepting cuffs, but as Susan said. “Debbie has
proven herself. No she will only wear restraints outside the campus.”
In an odd
way I missed my cuff. I felt naked and also a little scared. Being cuffed also
in a way made me feel protected because I did not have to decide anything.
During the entire stay others have decided what I had to do and it had made me
feel protected.
I got some
new boots which were intended for the show and but not least they fitted me
with a new posture collar. As before I couldn’t turn my head and I had to turn
my entire body to face my parents. “How does it look?”
They looked
at me with a shocked expression but father were able to control himself. “Spectacularly,
my dear.” I could see that he was lying but somehow I didn’t mind. They had put
me here and there was no reason for them to be shocked if they had done their
homework before they shipped me off. (Many years later they told me, they in
fact had spent more time deciding which car to buy than what kind of school I
was sent to.)
One of the
guards came in. “It’s time.”
“Debbie.
You have to say farewell to your parents now. Their cart is ready.” We hugged
and cried a last time before they went out the door. I sobbed quietly when we
saw their cart leaving the campus. Then Susan took me and introduced me to
another girl, which had entered the room. “Say hey to Lorna. She is your new
mentor and her task is to make you ready for the show and level four.”
“Why can’t
I continue to work with you?”
“Because I
have to study hard alone and concentrated for my exam. I am soon due for my
graduation. But calm down. Lorna only wants to do what is best for you. Do make
me proud. Bye.”
Susan left
and I turned to Lorna. She was a stern looking girl almost six feet tall. Of
course she had a slim waist but she was also very muscular. She spoke to me “I
am going to try to make you ready for the show. It won’t be a holiday. Follow
me”
We entered
a gym and Lorna gave me a matching head harness on with colourful plumes on the
top and the obligatory bit gag. Also an arm binder came on. She ordered into
the centre of the gym and grabbed a whip. Then she showed me a video with a sequence
of the dance I was going to perform. It became my turn to reiterate what I had
seen. Whenever I failed to do it exactly she gave me a small lash with the
whip. It hurt. We worked for an hour and she held a bottle of water for me, so
I could drink. I expected so sit for a while. I was sweating and panting, but
she showed no mercy. I was ordered back and repeat some new steps.
After I
while the surroundings became blurred. Lorna could see that she had pushed me
to my limit. “You are a wimp.” Then she took another whip and gave a lash. It
struck me on my buttock and I lost completely balance. Never had I felt such a
pain. “This is my bullwhip. Pull yourself together or I will teach you how to
concentrate. You are sloppy and not material for a dancer at the show.”
I cried and
in addition to the pain from the blow I also hurt my arm, when I fell. Lorna
came over and connected a leash to the bit gag so she could pull me onto my
feet again. Once I was standing again, she looked me into my eyes. “I hate lazy
students that don’t acknowledge why they were sent here and don’t appreciate
the second chance they got in this school. You are going to pull your self
together right now. Stop crying or I will give you reason to cry.”
Somehow I
managed to do two other sequences before Lorna was satisfied. I was lead out of
the gym and over to the stables where the boy waited. Judith was already
connected to the walker. The boy commented my outfit, which made Lorna send him
an angry look. He was send over to a guard and later he returned with gagged
with ball gag and an arm binder on. “I don’t like boys that can’t hold their
tongue when they see a girl. It shows poor discipline and is disrespectful
against womankind. It called for punishment.” The guard came over, stopped the
walker and connected something to the chain hanging down from the walker. Lorna
positioned the boy and I could see pain in his face when they connected the
chain. When they moved away from him, I saw what they had done. They had put
nibble clamps on him. Man - that must hurt! But they were not finished. The
guard bended down and did something with his genitals. The boy groaned and made
whimpering sounds. Lorna commented. “Well, a ball stretcher with some weight
will cool him down. Now for you!” I tried to move away but the guard quickly
came over and held me tight, while Lorna also worked with the clamps. I
screamed when the first clamp came on. Never in my life had I felt so much
pain. Then the next clamp came on. It was unbearable. Judith was also sobbing
due to my torment and I could see tears rolling down on the boy’s cheeks.
The walker
was started and even though I was too tired, I was very carefully to keep the
pace. My nibbles hurt so much. After 15 minutes I could take it a little
better. Still, I sobbed. Level three should be so much better. We walked and
walked for an hour before Lorna was satisfied with my performance. I was freed
which meant more pain when the blood returned to my nibbles. I bit very hard on
my bit; I was drooling and sobbing at the same time.
I still
sobbed when we left the stable. I could see both the terror in Judith’s face
and the suffering in the boy’s face.
Lorna took
me over to the main building where she quickly cleaned me with a cloth and some
cold water before I was followed to the dining hall.
For the
first time in a very long time I slept in a bed that evening.
The next
two weeks went by with strict training all day long. Susan’s graduation would
take place on Saturday just two days before Brian would arrive. The last three
days I trained with the other student selected for the show.
Graduation
takes place in a large building outside the campus in order to keep the exact
procedure a secret. When we entered, the parents were already present. Every
family had its own table. After the head master had announced our first number
we entered the stage and performed. We received our applause and took some seat
next to the stage.
Then the
head master introduced the graduates and they took other seats next to the
stage and started on a speech. I didn’t remember much of it. I looked for Susan
and found her. She was dressed in a beautiful long white grown. All the dresses
were like taken out of a picture from about year 1900. The boys were clothed in
sailor's dresses and due to their figure I could guess that they still had
corset on under their clothes.
After the
speech we did another number and then it was time for the graduation ceremony.
The guards came with isolation hoods and cuffs for us and we sat in darkness
for about a half hour before we were allowed to see again. Susan had come over
to me. Her make-up had run over her face, so her reunion must have been
emotional. “Oh. Debbie. You made it to be allowed to perform. I am so happy for
you. I knew your potential the minute I saw you. You being here mean so much to
me. I want to be a teacher and you had proved to me that I can inspire people.”
She kissed me and staggered back to her table. She looked somewhat painful when
she sat down, which I found odd. She must have adjusted to her corset by now.
However, I
did not get a chance to wonder about it further because we should perform you
last dance. After the dance when we were getting ready to leave for the campus,
I got the bumbled into Susan for the last time during my stay at the school.
She only said two words very silent, but I knew what they meant. The first word
was myspace and the second one I don’t want to reveal here.
The policy
of the school is that we all were enrolled for personal reasons and alone. When
we leave is it alone. Like most every behaviour modification facilities it is
not considered to be accepted to keep contact after graduation here too. Some
former students I since have talked to in my present work as a child psychologist
all express that their experiences seems like a bad dream. Not even their
parents understand how they had felt because they often undergo brainwash
during parent seminars themselves. Knowing Susan’s homepage helped both her and
me during later crisis in my life.
I stood in
the hall with Lorna and waited for Brian. The door went up and a hooded boy in
restraints entered. He was not taking it very well and tried to twist and turn
whenever the escorts relaxed for a moment. When he was placed on a bench in the
lacing room, I talked to one of the guard from the escort division. As usual
they had entered his bedroom at about
Still both
with isolation hood and cuffs at arms and legs he resisted them whenever he had
the chance. Both Lorna and I understood that we had to break him in, before he
even could enter level one.
The head
master was out in town this day, so it was our task to tell him where he was
and what we expected from him as a student. Normally the speech would be made
before he is escorted to the lacing room, but he was too aggressive that we
simply did not dare start the introduction before he was safely tied up to the
lacing bar.
With a
little help from the guard we got him secured. Luckily he only slept in pants,
so we did not have to remove too much clothes. We hoisted him off the ground.
He was protesting all he could but of course we could not understand what he
said due to the hood.
Lorna took
a step ladder and climbed up and removed his hood. First he was disorientated
and blinked his eye in order to focus. Then he saw me. “Debbie??”
“Hey Brian.
Welcome to Meditation Inlet – your new boarding school.”
“What?
Please, let me out of here. What is this?”
“I hate to
repeat myself, so listen very carefully. I will say this only once.” (I saw
this phrase used in a TV-series. It seems to work). “Your parents have chosen
to send you to this boarding school in order to solve your problems with alcohol
as well as other kind of disobedience. Here you will a second chance to redeem
yourself with your parents.”
“But I
don’t need a fix. I am a normal kid. You know me!”
“I knew you
as a polite and well-mannered boy but obvious you have changed. This
conversation is over. Now for your school uniform.” Lorna started to wrap it on
to Brian.
“No. Stop
it is woman clothes.”
“Here it is
mandatory for students regardless of sexes.” Lorna stepped down from the ladder
and she started to lace the corset together with a guard. Brian continued to
yell and curse at us, but we knew that our actions were for his best, so we did
not stop. I have been through it myself. A part of me felt the odd feeling of
your lounges being compressed and the feeling of lost of control over your
body. It is almost a witty development to pass through. Soon his vocal pitch
died out and all he could muster was a grunt when Lorna and the guard tugged.
“
We left him
and I had the task to feet him and clean him, so I returned every three hour. He
ate but did not speak to me. I tried to get his attention, so I at least could
tell him why he was sent here, but he just looked at me with an angry and
unforgiving look when he removed the blindfold part on the hood.
He did not
pee nor pooh either. I consulted Lorna because it could be dangerous if he
withheld motions. She suggested laxative in a strong soup so he couldn’t taste
it. After his last meal it did not take long before he moved his bowels. When I
cleaned him I heard that he was sobbing. Had I managed to break him?
That
evening, when I turned him in, I could see his despair, but when I asked him if
he wanted to talk, he just turned his head away. I went to the dinner hall
where I saw Paula sitting with a plateful of soup.
I was hungry
and also took some soup and went over to Paula. Brian’s torments had brought
back memories from my own start on the campus. We had been sitting sipping for
a while, when Paula asked me if I had a question.
“Paula. I
know why I was sent here. Brian’s story is also well known to me. If you don’t
mind, I would like to hear your story. A rumour is going around that you are
not from the states and therefore I find it odd, that you are here. After all I
have heard that it is only American Parents that are sending their children
into such places.”
“Yes that
it correct. I am a Dane. I am here voluntarily.”
Voluntarily!!?
I could not believe my ears.
Paula
noticed my jaw dropping to the ground. “Yes. I am here voluntary. It is a part
of my work to improve my grades back in
“Somewhat
false?”
“Yes, in my
records it is stated that I am sexual active and that I also use alcohol.
Because I am only 17 it is a problem over here, but in
“You are
kidding!”
“No.”
“I still
don’t understand it. Why go through this when you can avoid it?”
“We do have
some problems with younger people doing those things and of course we also have
a drug problem in the Danish society. We are dealing with them but I wanted to
see what other countries are doing. Before I came here, I was in a place in
“But I
found it extremely challenging here.”
“Of course
it is challenging but due to research my in
“How could
it be torture when it is for our own good?”
“You think
that it is for your own good, but just a few years. It will come back to you
and hunt you in your sleep.”
“And I saw
you as a program girl. Why were you so harsh against me, when I was selected
for the show?”
“There were
two reasons. First of all I play along so I can graduate and do a report of my
findings when I return home. Second and not last: You needed it. Running around
and feeling sorry for your self won’t do you any good in the future. I don’t
know what kind of parents that did bring you up but hiding the reality of life
for you has not been good. You are so naïve!”
“What? My
parents have just tried to do what they found best for me.”
“Yes - that
misunderstanding and was come from it is a destiny that you share with many of
your fellow countrymen. I find it sick that a 20 year old serviceman can loose
this life in
I was
confused and did not want to go any further into the subject. I wanted to talk
about Brian. I was concerned about him. I wanted him to move forward in the
program. He would only be able to do that if he confronted his problems and
acknowledge his failures.
“How can
put even more pressure on Brian? He seems not to break. It is so important for
me to have him progressing in the program. I want him to be on at least level 2
before I graduate.”
“You love
him?”
“Yes – At
least I think so.”
“Lets see. I
think I know how to help you. Extend the introduction period to Saturday. I
will help you with the milking process. If that doesn’t break him, then we have
a problem.”
“Milking
process?”
“Oh, don’t
you listen? Every one knows that all males students are forced to ejaculated
once a week in order to prevent development of prostate cancer later in life.
Long term denial has been research and the findings are that it will increase
the risk of prostate cancer, so the school has ordered all male students to be
milked once a week in order to prevent law suits.”
“I would
like to help out.”
“I have to
warn you. It can rather emotional. Some of the boys are not exactly going along
with the process.”
“Still, I
want to help.”
The week
went on. Every day I followed Brian down to O.P. where I feed him and clean him
without getting even a small smile from him. Not a single sign of progress. I
can’t tell you how deeply worried I was. Then it was Saturday.
Paula and I
followed Brian down to the cabin where the milking process was going to be
done. Once inside we took the hooded boy over to a gynaecology
treatment table where we strapped him securely. Paula removed the flap covering
his genitals and motioned me to come closer. “Take it into your hand and tease
him so it becomes erect. We have to put a masturbator on to it and it can not
be done when it is in a limp condition.”
It felt
warm. Of course it did not smell so good. He had not been in a bath since his
arrival. Brian was nervous and tense. He was trembling. Paula showed me where
to touch him and where males were especially sensitive.
The
masturbator came on and we started it. Paula ordered me to lick his nibbles. As
I had my head near his head, I could hear sobbing sounds from within the hood.
His nibbles became erects. Then Paula took my shoulder and I turned to see his
fluid flowing in the masturbator. Never in my life had I seen such a sight. It
seems to go on forever. When the flow died out, Paula took it and saw to that
his semen was poured into test tubes.
“What are
you doing?”
“The school
has ordered that all the semen has to be collected and put into the fridge. I
don’t know why, but that is the order.”
When she
was finished, she had a cryptic smile on her face. “Well, that was for the
school. The next one is for Brian. Go for it my girl. Do as you did before.”
I tried but
it did not want to. Brian was still sobbing and now it became louder. Paula
shook her head. “Don’t mind him. He is just sensitive. In fact I find his sissy
behaviour disturbing. Remove the mouth piece.”
When I
removed it, Brian started to beg us to stop. “Debbie. I know you are there.
Please, stop. I will do what you ask from me.”
“Annoying –
isn’t it?” She gave me another mouth piece. It had a kind of rubber penis on. I
looked at her with disbelief. “Yes it is going in his mouth so we can work in
peace without disturbance.”
When I
tried to push it in inside his mouth, he clenched his teach. However, Paula
just took his balls with a firm grab. When she applied pressure, he opened his
mouth in order to protest and I was able to force the mouth piece into place.
Now we were
able work in peace, but his penis was not rigid. Paula had an ace up in her
sleeve. She showed me an odd item. “What is that?”
“It is a prostate massager. It goes inside his anus where so we can
provoke his system in order to for him to achieve a second orgasm. That will
teach him that we control every aspect of his body, even his ability to breathe
deeply and when to get a relief. If that fact doesn’t break him, we are in
problems.”
Paula
lubricated it and pressed very gently against his sphincter. His body tensed
up. When it entered we could see how the shock went through his body. It gave
some life to his penis but not very much. Paula asked me to open a drawer where
I found a ball stretcher. Even though I had seen how it was used during my
training, I had not put it on someone before, so Paula put it on. It had a leather
strap that went around the base of his scrotum beside the stretcher. Applying
the stretcher helped making his penis erected. It was clear that he was very
sensitive. Almost every touch made him try to twist and turn. Luckily the
restraints were able to hold him back. We did not hold back on our work with
the prostate massager and although we have changed the gag it was obvious that
he did not enjoy our treatment. He came once more. This time it was a slow
flow. When it stopped Paula wanted to talk to Brian. He started to beg at once
when the gag was removed.
“Please,
stop. Why are you doing this to me?”
“You are
doing it to yourself. Work with us in order to stop your abuse of alcohol and
your disobedience against your parents.”
“I have no
problem.”
“Then we
will go for a third time.”
“No. Don’t.
I will do as you say. Just stop. I can not take it.”
“OK. We
will take your word for it. You can rest for the rest of the day, but tomorrow
you will start on Level one and work on your personal tasks. We want to see
progress within a week or you will be milked twice next Saturday. However, I
have to hear it from your own mouth. Are you an alcoholic?”
“Yes!”
Brian held
his promise. Although he did not say anything to me, he followed along quietly
wherever we went. It took only a week for him to finish his personal tasks.
It was
Brian’s turn to start level two. I remembered when I entered the stable the
first time. The nameless boy welcomed us as always. Paula was tied up
elsewhere, so it was my task to break the news to Brian. In fact it was the
first time where I functioned as a junior staff member. I was regarded as an
honour and also mandatory for me if I ever should advance to Level four. The
eyes of the guard rested on me. Would I serve as an example or would I
disrespect the rules of this small society in favour of a friend?
Inside the
stable we stopped at the walker. Like me Brian couldn’t believe his eyes. “What
is this? You can not expect me to use that – that thing!”
“Yes, we will.”
“I won’t!”
I signalled
the guard and the boy. They held him while we changed the cuffs to an arm
binder. Then we marched him over the bath room, where I washed his breast while
the boy shovelled a ball gag in Brian’s mouth. I took some alcohol and cleaned
his nipples. I pointed to the enlarged copy of the contract and showed him the
tong I was going to piece his nibbles with. He tried to scream when he
understood, what I was going to do. A second guard came over and helped the
others by holding him tight. I could see the fear in his eyes and the sweat
covering his body. But there was no turning back. I had to be hard in order to
show the staff that I serious.
He gave a
cry when I pierced the first nipple and began to sob. Tears ran down his face.
A small whimpering sound came from him when I did his second nipple. It was a
nice work. Two rings came in and we took him back to the walker and connected
chains to the rings so he was no other choice but to follow along. I gave him
an hour in the walker before I let him go to coffee break.
After a sip
from the coffee he turned his tearful eyes towards me. “Why are you so evil? I
thought that I meant something to you.”
“When you
progress in the program, you will know. I am now a junior staff member. If you don’t
comply with the program, I would be punished because you are my
responsibility.”
“But I am
your friend. That must mean something.”
“It does
mean something, but we can not rise above the rules. That is what brought us
here in the first place. We have to learn how to follow the rule put upon us by
parents and the society. It is a hard lesson, but it is necessary.”
“It is
unfair.”
“Perhaps –
but you will benefit in the long run. Do you want more coffee?”
He nodded.
When asked whether he wanted the gag back in before he resumed the training he
also said yes. The piercing must still hurt, so perhaps he just needed
something to bite on.
He managed
to do 4 shifts in the walker before I called it a day.
The next
day he agreed willingly so I spared him and he was connected to the walker the
normal way. However, he was very tired, so I put a ball stretcher and some
weights on him.
Paula came
by. “You are doing fine, but beware. I think you need to be reminded that you
are not a graduate yet.” She called a guard over. “Debbie needs an hour in the
walker too.” I did not protest. I knew that supercilious conduct was a danger
that I had to avoid. Some level three students were known to be too hard on the
new ones and they had to be put into place.
Still, I was
surprised when I got a ball gag in my mouth. The explanation for that came at
once when Paula clamped two weights on my nipples. I avoided crying out, but
instead I bit very hard down on the gag. She was not finished. Two clamps were
put on clitoris. It made me sob. It hurt beyond imagination. I toddle around
like a small baby. Oh, it hurt.
Then the
walker was started and I had to go along. After a while the pain settled and I
got to look on Brian. He was gagged but it seemed that he was smiling. We walked
and walked for an hour, before the guards decided that it was enough. I had
learned my lesson. I had to be firm but not unreasonable.
Brian’s
training was going fine and he had earned his tail. Man did it come as a
surprise for him. It must have been in august. I had lost track of time. Anyhow
it was time for harvest. Paula decided to team me up with Brian. All dressed up
with bit gag blinkers we pulled one of the carts while student from another
line worked in the fields.
14 days it
took before we were finished. I enjoyed staying so close to Brian and he also
smiled back to me regardless of how heavy the load was. Even the day it rained
and the road was muddy, he managed to give me a smile. Paula was over us that
day. She had a small whip and my buttock was very reddish due her lashes. Brian
was not spared, so we had to smear each others behinds when the day was over.
We got to
talk and slowly we bonded. Had my parents not interfered, we could have
experienced lovely things long time ago. We seemed to belong to each other. Of
course I had to be careful that I did not slow his training down, but I managed
to balance it.
One day I
was watching Brian on the walker, when I got a surprise visit from the head
master. I thought that I was in trouble and lowered my head at once.
“Raise your
head and look me in my face. You know about the school policy. Always look at
people when you are talking to them.”
“Sorry Sir.
I was not thinking.”
“I am here
with happy news. I have spoken with your parents and with Brian’s too. They had
agreed to a controlled interaction between you two, if it is monitored and done
under very controlled conditions. Do you consent?”
I nodded. I
was both scared and curious. I had been how Patricia and Joe did. I had difficulties
imagine how it must feel. “I consent!”
“Because
Brian is a male, he also will consent. I don’t even have to take that gag ball
out of him. Males always consent.” Then he left.
So it
became that I the following day was strapped down onto the bench. Paula gave me
the isolation hood on. It had a built-in gag ball, so I was silenced effective.
I could
feel how they touched me down there. Then it suddenly came - a tickling
sensation. That is how it felt. It was so good. I started to breathe heavily
and I could feel the sweat running down over my body.
Then
something entered me. It must be Brian. It hurt a little but then it started to
feel very good. Soon I was in heaven. I had never felt so in my life. Then he
stopped but the tickling sensation continued. Suddenly waves of pleasured
rolled through my body. I grunted and panted. It did not stop, but then I must
have passed out because the next thing I experienced was that Paula was in
front of me. I was still wearing the hood, but she had removed the blindfold.
She padded me on my head, but then she moved behind me.
I shocked
when I felt a lash from a whip. What was she doing? Then something else was put
inside me and it started to shake. I received three more lashes and somehow it
started to feel nice once again although it was mixed with pain. But then I was
shocked once more when I felt someone licking at my private parts.
It was
almost too much. Then pace of the thing going in and out of me went up. Then
the waves of pleasure went over me again. I cried from lust.
I continued
to sob after they had released me. Paula was concerned. “Did we go too far?”
“No. Paula.
But these last months had been one new experience after another. All those
things in life, I took for granted – all my values – has been altered. What you
did for me today, was something which I forever will be grateful for, but it is
just too much. I need time to think.”
“OK. I will
put you on a cart going to the motel tomorrow for supplies. It will be hard,
but also a kind of preparation for you, so you can share your experience with
later group therapy session.”
“Share
it??”
“Yes. That
is mandatory. But that is enough for now. Let me free you so you can shower.”
Four weeks
had gone since my bonding with Brian. The daily routine never changed. I longed
for yet another encounter with Brian, but I knew that I had to earn it.
One day the
head master came with a note from Paula. It stated that she had graduated and
she wished me good luck. I did not know and that is how it is. Only the
graduates and those students which perform at the graduation ceremony know who
is graduating. That is a security precaution which should prevent former
graduates from bonding. The head master did of course not know what Paula had
told me, but still I felt alone and abandoned. From the very start I had been
so lucky to have two good mentors. Both Susan and Paula had meant so much for
me.
I found a
quiet place where I sat down and cried. I must have sobbed there for almost a
half hour before the head master passed by accident.
“Why are
you crying? It is not suitable for a level three student. You should be a
positive role model for the new students - not a cry-baby. Snap out of it or
you risk dropping to level two.”
I cleaned
my tears away. He continued to look at me for a while - then he spoke. “I think
you need a positive experience just now. You are so close to level four that you
should smell it. Let me help you. Report to the guard at the stable and ask for
a special felt trip.”
When I went
to the stable I found the guard waiting for me. “Need extra motivation?” He had
an odd smile on. He guided me into the bath room, where I was issued an arm
binder and a blindfold.
For a
moment I stood in darkness - then I felt it. Someone inserted a butt-plug. No
big deal, it must be the tail. However, something was inserted in my love
channel. It was lubricated but I was not wet so it hurt a little. Then the
blindfold was removed. Brian was there too, they must have called him. We were
followed to a cart where the guard fastened our harnesses to the cart. Of
course we had both blinkers and bit gag inserted.
Then we
were off for a long ride. Our pace was steady. Running with both holes filled
was odd. It gave me a kind of sensation. The guard did not seem to be busy.
Suddenly, I felt the things inside me vibrating. I turned my head and observed
that Brian also was experience something. We slowed down and was rewarded a
lash from the guard’s whip. “Don’t slow down! I have a remote control. I control
the vibrators.”
We
continued to run. I panted because my body was teased by the vibrators. It did
become wet down there. Brian’s breathing sounded troubled. I turned my head and
discovered that he penis had become rigid. But I was not allowed to enjoy the
sight. A lash hit my behind. “Don’t turn your head.”
However,
the sensation increased and I had difficulties to maintain the pace. I was
rewarded with lashes numerous times. Brian had his own difficulties. Suddenly I
heard a grunt and I saw that semen dropped down on the ground while he
continued to run.
I felt the
sensation built up in my back. My vision blurred a little. Then waves of
passion ran through my body. I had to stop. I could not breathe. The guard gave
me one lash after another and I forced myself to walk. Oh. I was so sensitive
down there. The pleasure was succeeded by pain. Our pace increased. After 15
minutes of running my body began to be filled with lust once more. I was trying
to catch enough air in order to maintain our speed.
Suddenly he
pulled the reins and we came to a stop. The vibrators were stopped. It was a
time for water. Brian was exhausted. “Please stop. I can not go any further.”
The guard did not reply but kept giving us water. The gags went in once again.
He had a surprise for us. First he gave Brian a ball stretcher on. Then he
connected some weights to the rings on Brian’s Breast.
It was my
turn. I closed my eye. I knew what to come. It was time for the nipple clamps.
I bit hard on the gag, so I managed to avoid screaming from the pain. However,
tears running down my face betrayed me. “Are you trying to be brave? Open you
eyes and look at me. You are doing so fine!”
He got back
to the cart and we took off once more.
We hadn’t
run for more than
Brian was
also suffering. I got a glimpse of his face and I saw he was in pain. Luckily
we were approaching the campus. I saw the main building at a distance but I can
not remember that we passed the gate. I woke in a haystack inside a box where I
found myself covered with sweat. The vibrators were gone and I had got a butt
plug inserted in my behind, my legs were covered with dried up fluid and I had
to stagger in the bath room to a get shower.
That very
day I was pushed to my limits. They had taught me that I could go further that
I found possible, if I just allowed myself. Yes, of course I was still sad that
both Paula and Susan were gone, but I have found out that I was not dependent
of them. I could stand on my own feet.
The next
morning the head master informed me that I was on Level four. I worked almost
full time as a junior staff member but of course also a lot of my time was
devoted to my academic. It was a kind of deja vu for me.
Almost
every one of them showed the fear of the unknown. The shock of breaking the
very first rule, they ever learned from their parent, who is: “Never walk with
a stranger”. A rule-breaking ordered by the parents. It was a kind betrayal
done by their parents toward them. That feeling is a great concern by us,
because any progress in the program can only take place, when they either
overcome it or accept it. Not all children can understand that they had a
problem to fix. I didn’t.
The eyes of
the staff always rested on me. Some of the students made me feel sorry for
them, but I knew that they were here for my own good. I told myself to be firm
and follow the rules to the letter. At the same time I remembered the sympathy
Susan received me with. It was a fine balance between applying the structured
environment on them and not cause nervous breakdown. All the school wanted was
to help the parents to bring up children that used their potential to the
fullest.
Brian was
one of those underachievers. He was a taker rather that a giver at the program.
It was so difficult for me use the whip on him, but I had to. I loved him and
it hurt me to see, that he slipped back into self pity about missing out on
parties and his former life back home. I knew that my time here at the campus
would come to an end soon, so I asked the head master if he could perform at my
graduation. The head master knew about Brian’s problem and allowed me to train
him but warned me not to hurt him seriously. He that Brian’s problem would be
hard to solve and had his doubt about me training him after I personally had
pierced him. I assured him that I cared for Brian and there was not any kind of
grudge between us.
So I had
Brian taken for to the gym for dance lessons. Lorna had been a good teacher for
me and I remembered her pedagogical way of teaching.
Brian
entered with a face which showed a lot of pain. When I asked him why he had
such a look in his face, he complained about his corset and the lacing. “I can
not breathe. It is unbearable.”
“You have
to adjust. Life is about adjusting to new conditions. You are simply not ready
for any kind of change and that is a very important characteristic to possess
if you want to move on in society. It is my graduation you are training for and
you can only think about yourselves. You are a taker. You want and want. You
don’t give anything back. Now DANCE!”
I gave him a lash with the bullwhip which
struck him in his lower stomach. He sank to his knees. “Please stop. It hurt so
much.”
“I struck
you on your corset. It is made of leather with steel bones. There will no
lasting scars - Up on your feet again!”
He raised
himself up. It was difficult because he still had cuffs on because he was such
a difficult student, but he managed. We trained for an hour before he took him
to the walker. After lunch we continued our training.
It was
after a one of those long days with mixed training and exercise, that he stole
a chance to give me a kiss. I blushed. “Well. Brian. We can not have that. You
know that being together is strictly forbidden unless it is done very
controlled.” I gave him a lash with my whip but that only made him smile.
Oh. He was
so cunning. Once again he had chosen the easy road. I went to the head master
who praised me for coming to him. Most of the campus was covered with surveillance
cameras and they had observed his kiss and I would have been up for punishment
if I hadn’t reported it. I properly have been dropped a level or two. Instead
they allowed him to find a suitable punishment for Brian.
The next
day Brian arrived at the lacing room where I waited with some of the guards.
After he was hoisted, I took charge and began to tug at the laced with a guard.
Soon the well-known
rhythm of the student grunting whenever we tugged was heard. When we were
finished we got him down to
Then it was
off to training. I kept a strict regime with him. Brian was one of those males
that had to be controlled for their own good. It took me a week to get a useful
result with him. His buttocks were covered with red stripes so we had to wait a
second week before he could be showed to the public.
He had been
silenced towards me since he got the new corset on. On the last day before I
left the campus in preparation for the graduation, he finally spoke to me
again. “Before you go, I just want to say that I don’t hold any grudge against
you. I don’t agree with your decisions, but I accept them and would love to see
you when we return home, if our parent’s allows it.”
I could
only nod. I knew that I had made a difference with him. He stating that he will
seek his and my parent’s permission showed me that he was on the road to become
a better person.
Graduation
takes place outside the campus. A few days before we are moved to small cabin
where we are given time to write our graduation speech and try out gowns and
suits for the male part.
I got a
beautiful blue gown. My stay at the campus and long-term wearing a corset had
given me a slim waist of
It became
the dancers turn to come on stage. Brian performed so beautiful. My eyes caught
tears. It was so emotional. When they were done, the dancers were hooded so
they did not observe the secret part of the graduation ceremony.
Then it was
our turn. I was first. I came on stage and took the word.
“When I
first arrived here, it was with a mixed feeling of fear and anger. I was in
denial and could not recognise the reasons for my parents sending me here. I
was on a negative path towards isolation and low self-esteem. I took my life
back home and my parents for granted. The program stripped me of my old
defence, attitude and facade. Here in the program I found myself. I have worked
and now I know that I have to hold myself accountable for my new goals and
behaviours. I would like to thank my parents for sending me here and of course
also the school for adding towards my healing.”
My father entered the stage and a guard rolled a bench
on the podium. The headmaster took the word.
“Based on the century-old tradition of Taoist Dong
Lung Gong, your father will give you a spanking for good luck in the future.
One lash per year of age is given. Please take place on the bench.”
I was a
little nervous but I could see that my father was also sweating. It was a twist
neither of us had reckoned in. The guard cuffed me to the bench strapped me
down. My gown was lifted so everyone in the hall could see my underwear. I
blushed. The guard offered me a bit gag and I took it. They gave my father a
sign to start. The first lash was very light, which cause the headmaster to
tell my father that it would give me both good luck in the future and a symbolic
kick into adulthood. So he started over again.
“One!” I
was a shock. I moaned but tried not to scream. The head master whispered to my
daddy. “It was good. Try not to hit her twice at the same place.”
“Two!”
“Three!” “Four!” I received a firm spanking. It hurt, but it was also a kind of
relief. I had so much grief hidden inside me. I missed my family, my home, my
old school. Now every lash brought me closer to my departure from the school.
“Fourteen!
Fifteen! Sixteen!” I sobbed and my behind hurt so much. My father was panting.
It had been hart on him too. While I was released the headmaster called my
mother on stage. We were standing toward each other, when the headmaster urged
us to hug each other. “A lost child has returned. Please welcome your daughter
into your family.” We all hugged and cried. Then we left for our table.
The other
graduates went through the same procedure. When they all had been finished, the
dancers were freed and performed yet another act. Then we ate and celebrated
until midnight where we were picked up by busses. My parents had booked a room
for me at the motel and I feel asleep almost at once.
The next
morning my father showed me that he had bought some of the corsets I had worn.
I knew it. I had to care of our lawn back home. I did not mind it, because I
had learned that I - in order to live on my own at some point - would have to
take on even more chores back home. I had matured. I was ready to go to college
and even universities. We left
You may ask
me what became of Brian. Just after they had performed the last act, I kissed
him before he had to go back. I promised that I would wait for him.
It had been
5 years since I left Meditation Inlet. Brian is here with me and we are living
together. We got married a month ago. Brian graduated 3 months after me. I was
allowed to go to his graduation ceremony and his father even gave me permission
to give him a lash with the whip. We got to dance and even spent the night in
the motel together. Of course without sex but our parents arranged for us to
live together in my parent’s basement as any other couple.
Some will
think that is kind of odd, but the only thing that had made our neighbours
wonder is the weekly moving of the lawn. Every second week it is me that have
pull the lawn mover in full harness, blinkers and bit gag. Brian guides me with
the reins and of course I also earn a lash or two if I am naughty.
Next week
it is his turn to be harnessed and I get a chance to use the whip.
Another
side-effect from my stay is that I have to use a corset all time. My back hurts
if I try to go without. Brian also uses a corset when he is working.
In the
start I had difficulties bonding with people, but Paula visited us and gave me
therapy. I am also in touch with Susan.
Some have
asked me if I hold a grudge against my parents for sending me there. I will
come to that. You have all read about the children returning home from a
program saying that it had saved their lives. I used to think so in the start,
but Paula’s therapy made me overcome it. Today I think that would have done as
good as I did without the stay in the program. There is just one thing I
couldn’t have done as good without the program. I control Brian. It turns him
on to be harnessed and cuffed by me.
Unfortunately
my parents got hurt in a traffic accident, so I have to send them to a nursing
room. Where did I put the brochure? Oh, here it is “Abu Ghraib
nursing home” – seems like a nice place.
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