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FILE1> Kimprisoned
🕑 Added 2018-10-08 03:54:31 +0000 UTC
WELCOME TO TRAINING KIMMY! Featuring the kimcomparable bbykimmy! Check her out at her tumblr, and on her incredible array of stories over at dailydiapers
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The woman held out two pictures at arm's length, so I could get a good look. But I recognized them instantly. My cheeks turned the color of the straitjacket in the photos. This wasn't fair... they couldn't keep using these pictures against me!
"Those are private!" But the locked padded room, the thick diaper between my legs, and being stripped of all other clothes had made me timid. Nervous. "I want to go home!"
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"This is your home right now, Kimberly." The woman didn't so much smile with her lips as she celebrated victory with her words. "This is the home that a disobedient brat lives in - the center of attention demands no flourishes to her space, nothing to distract from her grandeur. Plain walls, nothing to take the focus off... -you-. Isn't that what you've always wanted? The disobedient brat that lives here, Kimmy, this is what -she- wants. And you're her, aren't you?"
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I was certainly the center of attention, that much was true. The large glass window on one wall let others watch, but I couldn't see them at all. Only a reflection of me. Naked, but for a diaper. My face burning red.
"Shut up..." I muttered, but the woman's words had the desired effect. I felt helpless. I felt small. Then she reached into the bag she brought with her and pulled out a white, medical straitjacket. My eyes went wide. "NO! Stay away from me!!"
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"It's all a part of the training, Kimmy, it's one of many classes you need if you want to be a good little housebroken girl, a treasure to be shown off and be seen and not heard."
Kimmy was a wriggler, that much was for certain, and her dexterity might have helped her in any other case, but her adversary, her keeper, the bigger woman who talked to her like she was nothing more than a pet or a project? She'd obviously had experience with girls like her, because it took so little effort to subdue her, to pull her to heel, to pin her to the padded floor and to start donning the restrictive garment around her form.
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My arms were tugged around my stomach and the straps on my back were pulled tight. Moment by moment, I could feel my freedom of movement slipping away. Finally, the woman pulled a strap between my legs and tightened it so that the diaper was pushed up into my crotch. I kicked and screamed and fought her all I could, for the whole three minutes, but the end result was obvious. A girl bound and helpless on the padded floor. I had to fight back tears.
"Please... please dun do this... please, I'll be good..."
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"Oh I know that you will," she smiled with satisfaction, picking the defeated girl up and propping her against her hip to carry her to the other side of the room. She was deposited on the floor directly in front of the one way window, on display for any phantom viewer on the other side to see, and completely helpless and immobile. A leash connected her straightjacket to a little ring that went over a hook attached to the wall; a toddler could have guided the ring off the hook, but without the use of her hands, there was no hope for Kimmy.
"I'll come by and take you to your next class once you've wet your padding, Kimmy, show me how obedient you can be and I'll mark your class for today complete. But I bet that'll take you a while, won't it?" She ruffled the girls blonde hair and smiled. There was no wriggling now, no attempts to escape; her energy might have been high but her spirit was subdued by her surroundings, she was bound by her environment. The center of attention for her very own showing, only it wasn't the audience who were captive: it was Kimberly.
