Fuck it!

You bend down again, despite every logical reason to stop, and you continue to struggle in the straitjacket, throwing your body in every possible direction, and screaming into your gag like a madwoman.

Only to stop as you hear someone stepping in front of your cell.

“Interesting for a second timer,” Mich says. He unlocks your leash from the O-ring, and starts leading you towards the training room. You have a bad feeling in your gut. Something is about to happen.

When you enter the room, you become numb. However with a firm tug on your leash, Mich escorts you to the table, and walks you to a seemingly empty portion of the wall. He pushes his palm to the surface, and a drawer comes out. There is some sort sort of suit in it.

“This will help with get you to your senses,” Mich says.

Before you could be mentally prepared, he pushes you on the table, and pulls down the straitjacket's zipper. He frees your arms, and pushes the upper portion of the black body suit in front of you. Part of you, you are not sure of the reason, entertains the idea of fighting him, but you know it’s not gonna end well for you. Your arms are placed one by one into the suit's embrace, then your boots are removed, and you are stepped into your new confinement.

There is a short chain, around five centimeters in length, that gets connected between your legs, then there are two clamps between your thighs that get locked together. You note there is a zipper between your legs - so at least you will be able to have sex -, then your attention is diverted, as the zipper at the height of your buttocks gets pulled up to your neck, and the end of the arms are pushed behind you. Another jolt of resistance runs through you then, but you know for a fact that there is no use. So you endure silently, as your arms get firmly strapped in place, with an additional strap between your forearms. You get an enormous gag in your mouth, this time in a harness, then a blindfold is fixated on your head. You also recognize the heels you wear now are at least ten inches is height. So walking in them will be a horror.

“Much better,” Mich says, and he gives a good slap on your ass. But it is not over yet. The zipper between your legs gets pulled down, and two enormous dildos are pushed inside you: one in your vagina, one in your asshole. The zipper gets locked back soon after, and now they will be in place as long it is desired.

You hear the push of a button, and ZAP!, you feel a shock from the dildos.

“MMMM!!!” you shudder.

“This thing will keep you in line, don’t you worry,” Mich says, and ZAP!, you feel another shock running through your body.

“MMMMMMM!!!” you protest.

Only to receive another shock.

You hear a leash click in the O-ring on your neck, then Mich starts to escort you forward. But somehow it feels the wrong direction.

You are stepped into something, it feels like some sort of tube, then you tense, as you realize you've already seen what is about to happen. You try to get out, but the tube’s door is closed in front of you mercilessly, and you have no way to get out.

You feel some sort of wires latching onto you.

Then you brace yourself.

ZAP!!!

“MMMMMM!!!” you give out a muffled noise, and your entire body twitches.

ZAP!!!

But the shocks go on regardless.

ZAP!!!

ZAP!!!

ZAP!!!

You spend in the tube what it feels like an eternity. When you are finally let out, you are exhausted and everything hurts. Despite that, Mich pats your head like a dog’s, and leans closer to your ear.

“This is what we call a discipline suit. Those who get it will be locked in it for life. But you've earned it by trying to escape and not learning your lesson,” for that, you begin what you could call a panic struggle, but Mich grabs your neck, and you resort to remain still. “The beauty of it is that the plugs can shock you until you are ****. So you either obey, or you get so much pain that you black out. Now you want to obey, or not?”

You nod.

“Good,” he says, and starts pulling on your leash. “Now move.”

You are escorted out of the room, but the blindfold remains on your head. Not like you could make actual steps! The clamps between your thighs are still locked together, and the chain is very short, so all you can do is to tiptoe at a snail’s pace, and hope that Mich will be able to catch you if you fall.

The arrival itself serves as a relief, as you no longer have to walk in this thing. You are knelt down in the cell, and get leashed to the floor again. And you are left alone with your thoughts.

How do I get out of here? You think to yourself, and start struggling in the bodysuit.

But then you discover another function of the dildos.

“MMMMM!!!” you moan, as they start vibrating inside you.

And they just keep vibrating.

And vibrating...

And vibrating...

And vibrating...