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10-10-10 and 20

A few weeks ago, while Stacee Skye was in the process of moving, I showed up for a couple of quick sessions in the evening. Mistress M was out of town and her father was working on her new house, so I didn’t want to keep her too long. The first time I visited she had:

  • 10 minutes to put on her bra, panty diaper, cuffs and corset under her work clothes. If she had been just a bit faster she wouldn’t have had to use clothespins on her nipples under her breast forms, but it was not to be.
  • 10 minutes to wait outside smoking while she wet her diaper
  • 10 minutes, after wetting and soiling her diaper, to get it off and into the washer. She was to pick up each pair of panties that made up her diaper (like 25 or so) using only her mouth and run them down to the basement and drop them in the washer. She only made the first ten before complaining about the bouncing clothespins on her nipples.

She deserved further punishment, but I had another engagement to get to, so one of the time when she was down in the basement, I slipped out the back door. I assumed that she would finish carrying her panties down to the basement as I had directed, but I have it on good authority that she just pick them all up after I left and carried them down all at once. (Note to Stacee Skye: There are windows on you basement. Just because you thought I had left doesn’t mean that I did.)

I just had to return a couple of days later when I found out that not only had Stacee Skye not finished putting her panties in the washer properly, she had also failed to close the lid when she started the washer. So they never spun dry. She did get them spun dry, eventually, but never put them in the dryer. So when I showed up for the exact same session, her diaper was already wet. This was going well until she discovered that her cigarettes were all the way out in the car and I told her that she wold just have to walk out to the driveway as she was and retrieve them. She shit her panties. Literally.

I was so excited that she was learning that when I had her put a diaper on, she was to use it, that I let her go to the bathroom to milk herself. And when she was finished, I left to let her clean up and wash her diaper properly. The whole session took 20 minutes.

Letters from The Institute

I’ve worked up a few letters to get Stacee Skye started in her training this weekend. She will find this one when she gets up in the morning:

Since you haven’t been running your mouth all over my weblog, bitching about your upcoming training, I am assuming that you have no idea that it is coming. And it is starting right now.

This weekend we will be working on requirements training:

  • Any statement containing SHALL is an order that you are to obey without question.
  • Any statement containing WILL is a statement of fact.

You SHALL wear the red nylon panties to work today instead of your normal underwear.

You WILL be allowed to take cigarette breaks if you wish.

The only permitted cigarette types SHALL be:

  • Misty Light 120 (Menthol)
  • Capri Light 120 (Menthol)

You SHALL call me three hours before you are to leave work. I WILL give you further instructions.

And the instructions will consist of having her pick up the bag that I have packed in her car for her, to find yet another letter of instruction:

You SHALL not use the bathroom until otherwise instructed.

You SHALL drink 36 oz of liquid before leaving work.

You SHALL dress yourself with all of the items in this bag, including:

  • Rubber corset
  • A small plug
  • Pantyhose
  • Panty girdle
  • Rubber wrist and ankle cuffs (locked on)
  • Clothes pins (2 per nipple)
  • Bra

When you arrive home you SHALL put in the breast forms. They WILL be found in the refrigerator.

You SHALL use the clippers (at the lowest setting) to trim your bikini line.

You SHALL wait for me to arrive, or give you further instruction. If you are a good girl–dressing exactly as specified with no other behavior issues–I WILL remove the clothespins and plug when I arrive.

And after she gets the go ahead, she will be taking pictures of herself in all of her bras (and posting them). It doesn’t sound horribly exciting, so I may just leave the instructions of how that pictures should be taken and then finally show up once I see the pictures posted. But the next bit–I wouldn’t miss that humiliation for the world.

Getting Ready and The Truth

When I visit Stacee Skye, I expect her to be ready for her training to commence as soon as I arrive. I don’t like to be kept waiting.

Since she didn’t have the plugs out and ready for use I had her fetch them and then put the smaller goes in immediately–no lubricant allowed. It may have been needed, but that’s not my problem. I also insisted she be wearing high heels up until she goes to the store. I had planned to make her life easier, but she didn’t show me the same courtesy and on they went.

She also didn’t have the forms out and ready to go. So before I allowed her to put them in she had two clothespins put on each nipple. Hopefully she has learned to be better prepared next time.

When Stacee Skye came back inside earlier after I sent her out to the garage, she insisted the she needed to go to the bathroom, so I allowed her to remove the plug and then she couldn’t go. After cleaning her out a couple of times, lo and behold, she didn’t need to go anymore. If she doesn’t want me getting a proper kit to actually fill her up, she better start telling the truth soon.

An Evening at Home

After the punishment for the trip to the store, Stacee Skye spent most of last Friday just hanging out and having fun.

Stacee Skye at Home

Except when I plugged her and sent her to the store (and she traded her normal forms for a couple pairs of clothespins). And then it wasn’t too much fun for her when I upped the size of the plug when she returned and left the clothespins in with her forms. She didn’t really like being banished to the garage either. And I know she didn’t like being dressed and locked up for bed. And then I left.

Actually, I guess she didn’t have too much fun. I’ll have to try harder next time.

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