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Sent: 30 May 2010 09:05
Subject: Plastic Pants
I get these great plastic pants
from a well known company, they have great fit and texture, but the side
seams come apart if you wear them every day.
Well I've discovered that a little vinyl adhesive does a great job
repairing vinyl seams that have separated. Even better, I've discovered
that applying the same vinyl adhesive to the seams of a new pair of
plastic pants prevents the seam from separating. I'm psyched because I
love these pants except for the fact that they tend to come apart at the
seams. A little vinyl adhesive to re-enforce the seams has increased
their usable lifespan tenfold.
The vinyl adhesive I used is
actually a tube that came with a water bed mattress repair kit. There is
no brand name, it just says 'Vinyl Repair Adhesive'. The active
ingredient is 'methylethylketone' if that helps. I'd imagine any vinyl
adhesive that you might find at a hardware store would work. I'd look
for the active ingredient on the label.
(Ed -After getting tired of
spending two pounds for a small tube of styrene glue, we looked at solvents in
the plumbing department of the nearby plumbers merchants. Turns out the PVC
cleaner primer is mostly made of methyl-ethyl-ketone (MEK). It works almost as
well as pure MEK, which seems only to be available at very large city paint
stores. Even the smallest can represents a great saving. We decanted the
solvent into the small glass containers we saved from the commercial cement. It
turned out to be good fortune we saved them becauser they seemed too good to
throw away. These solvents are nasty - be sure to ONLY use them in a well
ventilated space. )
Sent: 30 January 2010 13:05
Subject: A blog of interest
First I'd like to thank you for keeping this website alive. It is full of of
good ideas and useful resources.
Today i would like to contribute a little something readers might enjoy.
Not all of us can act out their fantasies in real world, luckily there is a web
service called Second Life (r) where you can.
I found a spot called Terminal Island and here is the link to a related blog.
It isn't just a prison, but also has a mental institution so i consider it
From: John *******[mailto:***********@******.com]
Sent: 04 February 2006 21:12
Subject: Diaper bondage & discipline
I have visited your excellent site and my
wife and I have read your most interesting page on Effective Diaper Domination.
My wife has been using this type of control and domination for years, and I am
made to wear diapers on a regular basis, even in public.
Interestingly enough, she has been using
and practicing many of what you write about for years. Around the house I am
always made to wear very thick layers of diapers (combination of Molicare Ultra
Plus disposable diapers, cotton diapers, and plastic pants), and strictly
forbidden and prevented to use the bathroom, forced on a daily basis to wet and
soil my diapers. When I manage to hold it for a day or more, I am always spanked
severely, given suppositories and/or enemas, and then forced to expel in my
diapers. After being cleaned and re-diapered, my wife usually re-uses the same
soiled and wet diapers - minus the bulk of the bowel movement - which are
refastened with the help of duct tape, for a few days in a row. At night, my
hands are a always tied in such a fashion that I cannot remove the diapers or
masturbate while she sleeps in her own bedroom.
One thing she has learned from your site
and page, is the use of a large butt plug holed through, as in the past she was
simply using a normal large butt plug for discomfort, especially when going out
shopping or to lunch or dinner somewhere. Now the modify butt plug allows me to
soil my diapers while feeling the discomfort of the plug. A typical punishment
for heavily soaked diapers is for me to be spanked while gagged with the
piss-soaked diapers taped securely in my mouth, which forces me to swallow some
of my own urine. When she has such punishment in mind, she feed me asparagus the
night before, to make the pee smell and taste very strong.
I though you might be interested in
hearing some feed back from a sub with first-hand experience.
Sent: 29January 2006 09:29
Subject: Nursery treatment
Dear Lady A,
It may be some consolation to the gentleman who wrote to you
regarding the 'nursery treatment' accorded to him by his wife, to know that he
is not the only husband to be dressed and treated as a baby. My own husband, for
many years now, has spent much of his time at home wearing babified dress,
fastened in diapers, and generally being treated as a rather troublesome and
It began soon after we were married, when I discovered one day
to my horror, that he was a into a ‘lifestyle’. Utterly disgusted at first, I threatened
to leave him, whereupon he begged me not to, promising faithfully that he would
not offend again. But I knew that, given the chance, he would still want to
indulge, and so, after much consideration, I issued my ultimatum - I would stay
with him, provided he agreed to wear whatever clothes I chose for him, and
allowed me to take complete control.
Only too willingly he did so, but it must have been a nasty
shock for him, when, a few days later, I ordered him up to the bedroom, and
fastened him up in a very short, pretty little pink silk frock and a flounced
and heavily belaced white cotton petticoat, and when he then had to lie on the
bed, whilst I taped him into a disposable diaper and plastic panties, his
humiliation and embarrassment knew no bounds! He tried to protest but was
sharply reminded of his promise, and with a pacifier popped into his mouth
to still further discomfort him, he was taken back downstairs to spend the rest
of the day in his new attire.
Ever since; he wears his plastic panties suitably padded at
all times, lightly for work and the rest of his baby attire is worn, whenever it
amuses or pleases me to put him into them. To his great shame and embarrassment,
several of my closer woman friends, have been made aware of this situation and
he quite often spends an evening with us as our 'baby', being teased and
ridiculed in his pretty infant clothes, until he begs most pitifully to be
allowed to escape.
I must emphasize that this way of dressing him and treating
him, is in no way a punishment in my mind. It was he himself who first elected
to wear this attire, and his short frocks and little frilly petticoats are
merely my choice of costume for him. Making him wear nappies 24/7 is done
simply, as a refinement of humiliation, and in order to keep him unpleasantly
and most shamingly aware of my authority over him. It is always made quite
clear, to any visitors who see him, that his baby dress is only a furtherance of
his own wish to be thus dressed.
If, for any reason, it is necessary to punish him, then I use
methods somewhat similar to your correspondent. Some years ago, I bought a crib,
which has been installed in our bedroom, and when 'naughty', he is put down into
this, hospital restraints being used to strap him down in it, on his back. Of
course, he is too big to lie in it comfortably, but must do so with his knees
parted, as his ankles and wrists are secured, making it impossible for him to do
more than wriggle about uncomfortably until he is freed. His frock and
petticoats are removed before he is put into the crib, but his diapers are
retained, of course, and a pair of plastic panties as normal.
In this pitiable state, he is left for as long as I consider
necessary. At intervals, he is given a feed from a baby's nursing bottle, and
should he be foolish enough to disturb me by making any noise, he is gagged with
my panties. The punishment may last for anything up to 24 hours, and if, during
this time he wets himself, he is scolded for his naughtiness. But I do not
change his nappy and he remains in babyish misery and discomfort until released
from his humiliating bondage.
I find a small wearable bedwetting alarm very
useful. I got him one a Birthday present which he opened ah his party. The alarm
is connected to a moisture sensitive pad that fits into his diaper. When the
bedwetting alarm detects moisture it sounds, and I know he's wet. I fit him with
this obviously during the night but also day times when we are out. It help me
with monitoring his condition and I think you can imagine the looks he receives
when it sounds and people look to find where the noise is coming from.
I think it is essential for a number of reasons,
two of the main ones are hygiene
and role reinforcement, to
cover the mattress with a
plastic or rubber sheet
and for the same reasons I also ensure the pillows and
covers are in plastic cases. The sound and smell these give off are a constant
reminder of the control that envelops him.
Yes, crinkly rubber or plastic sheets
protecting the mattress and bedding are a must.
I make a big point of of
pointing out the amount of protection he is surrounded with when I tuck him in
at night and its lovely to see the look on his face when I drop out in
conversation that he bid is thus protected. I have found it very effective and I
always make him clean up after himself when needed. A nice way of reinforcing my
control and showing it is something he has no control over. Rigorous checks are
made of his work and any errors or mistakes punished.
I have a few random thoughts I would like to pass
on which I have found helpful and I put them down in no order.
- Restrict bathroom use at all times especially
just before bedtime.
- Do not let him sit in the bathroom all day! Why do
men have to sit so long? Its a good idea to make him part his legs and
monitor him doing his
duty. This is a privilege you are
allowing so limit time allowed strictly and get him back into his diaper quickly.
Don't forget to check the bowl for cleanliness and correct him as needed.
- I find a pacifier very useful and keep one
handy in my purse for when he shows decent or talks back. He acts up and in it
goes no matter where we are. I use a
pacifier clip and cord short enough to prevent it from wrapping around this
neck, but will also help keep the pacifier from falling on the ground. His
face is a picture as I clip this on him and then push the nipple between his
- Odoban is an excellent
way to cut down odors. Febreeze is another alternative, but it is not quite as
- Pullups are very
effective as a short time measure if you are staying away from home pr going
on holiday. Don't
forget a waterproof sheet.
- Get him a diaper bag,
fill it and make sure he carries it and has it with him al all times.
- Use doublers to ensure
the diaper has a good capacity and gives a VDL.
- I use glycerine
suppositories to challenge his control and demonstrate mine. Three or four
Inserted at bed times are most effective.
- I always scold him when I find him wet and
have him display his wet diaper. Corner time is good here. This is also one of
the reasons why I favour transparent plastic panties.
- Get him an adult sized potty and make him use
it. A good punishment for bathroom misuse!
- Keep a diaper pail with a lid handy and
make a big thing of using it.
- Always keep a good supply of diapers and other
supplies. Keep the diapers in a place where he can see them frequently and
know they are there for him.
- Diaper tapes are always useless so reinforce
them with duct tape to prevent droopy diaper. A complete wrap around his body
is good. Two spaced apart are better. They also make it harder for him to
remove the diaper undetected ;-)
- Always air dry plastic panties, bedding and
diapers in a place where they can be seen. When I need to explain their use I
just explain they are used by my husband as he has a little problem. I have
never failed to get sympathy when saying this as it is always been assumed
that it is a medical problem. The next tip is one I received as a result of
using just this excuse.
- To deoderize cloth diapers and bedding add
vinegar to the wash and even rince water. This gets rid of the urine/ammonia
smell and do not worry any residual vinager smell will evaporate without harm.
You can keep add five to six cups of vinegar to the diaper pail with water to
keep the smell neutralized between washes.
Nappy fresh or white vinegar or tea tree oil can
also be used. Most experts caution against
the use of chlorine bleaches for diapers and colored material. I certainly
agree, so I only use and recommend borax based bleach, such as BORATEEM. Some
special diaper detergents, such as DREFT contain some borax bleach. IVORY SNOW
is another old favorite, but it contains no such borax. Plastic panties should
be washed as soon as practical after use, especially if stained with poop
unless you have a reason for not doing so.
- On the subject of smells. I love to spray
a little of my favourite perfume onto his diapers. I find this is a
lovely subtle reminder to him as he catches a waft.
scents I do use to make him smell nice are
Mommies Diaper Fresh Scent
and Mommies Powder Fresh
Scent. These will make him
smell just like the smell you get from baby diapers or
baby powder. Both keep
that special aroma with him 24/7 when I use them and they work very well on
his bedding as a reminder.
- I use a Checkmate Semen Detection Kit to
monitor if he has been naughty. Even with very close monitoring and threats of
punishment he is a male and must be closely watched if he is to be prevented
from playing with what I now consider to be my little toy. The Checkmate kit
is the best way to monitor as its results can not be questioned and it give
- Final one. I love to give him a presents of
diapers, pants and dresses etc for his birthday and Christmas. His face is a
picture as he opens them and even funnier when people ask him what gifts he
has received, more so if I am around to prompt him to remember.
In spite of the way he is treated, and more
probably because the way he is my husband loves me and
respects me for being able to dominate him like this, and has come to accept his
need to be governed and controlled in this way. Yes, we have sex, but its only
when and in a way I want it. He may squirm sometimes at the
humiliation imposed upon him, but he would be lost without 'Petticoat
Domination', and he knows it.
J. L. (London, Ohio)
From: sinclait [mailto:sinclait@****.**.**]
Sent: 29 January 2006 23:41
Subject: Thanks for Pony Plans... here is a description of the apparatus I
Dear Lady Alexandra,
Belated thanks for the Pony Plans PDF you sent me.
I hope to build and use it... perhaps I should say "build it
and have it
used on me" LOL.
As mentioned in my original email, here is a description of the
"interesting and useful" piece of equipment I have thought up. Please feel
free to mention this on The Institute, or any other site or forum. This is my
idea, but is not developed enough to claim any kind of
intellectual property right in it, so I do not. I hope you or some other
devious mind can develop and improve it!
The Cock-Ring Game Board
Imagine a typical metal cock ring. Now imagine an 18" square
tile or wooden game board about the same thickness, with a hole of the same
The game board could be secured onto the male genitals similar
to a cock ring, couldn't it? (Of course it could!) (Ed
how about a set of stocks?)
Now, imagine if the 18" square tile or wood was framed in a
sturdy short table, such that a male could lay on his back and the table could
rest over his abdomen and stomach, with his privates protruding through the
hole. His wrists could be restrained inside the width of the
Results? A nice, level playing surface with a set of engorged
male genitals in the centre.
The board area could be painted or carved/inlayed into various
game board designs: anything from Nine-Men's Morris, to Cribbage, to
Or perhaps the players simply want to play cards.
More about this below.
The Players: Two Dommes sit at opposite sides of the little
table, playing their games. To make things more "interesting," they could play
for money; and the male who was lucky enough to be invited to be the
should also have contributed some substantial sum to the Pot of
Winner: Winner takes all the money and is allowed to bring the
male to orgasm (Ed or cause pain?) with her hands
or whatever implements she is skilled at wielding!
Between Moves: Whatever game is played on the board, the player
who has just moved tips a three-minute sand timer and spends the time either
teasing the males genitals erotically or tormenting them with CBT. A roll of
could decide the result (Odd=pleasure teasing / Even=CBT). This
assures that by the end of the game, the male is turned on and frantic to
ejaculate. Of course, if one player causes an accidental male orgasm before
the game is
over, she loses and must pay some penalty... perhaps an
additional sum of money, put up before game time, held in escrow.
Which Game to Play?
Some games would need a game board area that is painted or
prepared in some way: cribbage, parcheesie, nine-men's morris. Other games,
such as poker or black jack could use a plain board.
Game Dungeon: One can imagine a special establishment, where
males may come and put up a "stake" in order to be fastened into one of these
Woman clients (Ed or men - equality here)
then play the game, with the House getting its cut. Or perhaps the game is
always BlackJack, with each table having its female House dealer and multiple
female players coming and going all evening, as the Pot builds and builds,
accompanied by the confined male's level of arousal.
Each game table or station could have its own furnishing for
tormenting the male subject's genitals: wartenburg wheel, cock whip, stainless
steel alligator clips for the scrotum and wooden clothes-pins for the shaft.
(Ed how about an electrode lining the hole and
each player being given a button to push?)
Private gamers might favour genital play-piercing needles. Some
tables might be fixed with a special angled whipping post to which the erect
male organ could be fastened, holding it a perfect target for the cock-whip.
At any rate, there is such a potential for "fun," and there are
so many possibilities for games that I have not created a drawing for this
table,thinking it better to leave that to whatever interested parties decide
to make it real.
One design feature, however, must be mentioned: the cock-ring
sized hole in the game board table. Cock rings come in various sizes, and so
must the game board, if only one hole is to be used in each board.
Alternately, the hole could be made a little bit large and the "slack" between
real hole size and subject male's cock-ring size could be taken up by means of
a length of thick surgical tubing with a dowel plug to hold it together. The
are drawn through the hole in the table, then the surgical tube
is wrapped around the cluster, with the ends fastened by inserting the dowel
plug. Thus, the any male can fit through the hole, but the tubing prevents his
pull out. Other similar ideas present themselves, so I will not
elaborate beyond mentioning sliding table halves, inserts, etc.(Ed
just my thoughts ;-)
Above you have the total collection of my ideas on the subject.
I hope you find them useful and interesting... and I must say I would
certainly love to be the 'subject' of such a game!
Do you have any devious adaptations to salix's
work? Send them in if you have. Who's going to be first to send in a picture
of a completed game board?
Sent: 23 July 2005 00:43
Thanks for a wonderful site
and I thought you may be interested in this real experience.
Following a recent op I had
been fitted with a catheter which had slowly become uncomfortable and before I knew it I was being driven to outpatients at
the Urology Dept. for the removal of the catheter.
Talk about a double-edged sword. Removal would end the irritation
I’d been experiencing since walking up after the operation, but there was no
guarantee I’d be completely continent and the word on the streets was getting
the bloody thing out was more painful than surgery. My major worry was having
to wear incontinence pants to avoid that most embarrassing of
complaints – trouser dribble. After all, I was far from senile.
I was also 46 and had until recently been suffering from prostate cancer.
These thoughts occupied my mind as I made my way to the office of the Senior
Nurse. She smiled (a bad sign) and said the procedure would only take a few
seconds and was painless. I made a mental note never to buy a used car from
her. She also told me the experience would rank as one of the strangest I
would ever have.
She was right, thank God! Removal took 10 seconds. I felt no pain but the
sensation of a balloon being deflated in my nether regions remains one of the
strangest I have so far experienced. As I waved goodbye to the catheter, I
said hello to some National Health incontinence knickers. At the best of times
I don’t look good in plastic underwear (yes I have tried them before) and, struggling to put a pair on in
front of a nurse whilst trying not to re-open my wound, I hoped against hope
they would prove unnecessary.
Do people sound different when walking in plastic knickers?
Play and real life are so different. I left the Urology
Dept. with a large pack of supplies and walked back to the car. I could hear
every scrape and scratch during this walk, and I felt everyone else could too.
The relief, if that is the right word, I felt once in the car was immense.
When I’d first been diagnosed I asked what exercises I needed to do to avoid
the possibility of incontinence. Whilst my age made it highly unlikely I would
suffer too much, the possibility of suffering at all was too great to bear.
Having prostate cancer was not, in my opinion, the best thing that had ever
happened to me but being unable to control bodily functions properly was
beyond contemplation. It was suggested that to improve strength in my bladder
I should stop mid-flow whilst urinating and then restart. I’m proud to
announce that if I ever go on Mastermind it will be my specialist subject.
I needed to wee, but I also needed to start and stop the process myself. I had
a vision of me in a club, excusing myself to go to the bathroom, disappearing
into a cubicle and undoing the plastic knickers to
discover several gallons of urine contained therein. Get out of that!
Time for the acid test. OK – what will happen when I remove the knickers and
will I be able to control it? Never had I felt so utterly despondent at one
view of my future. I checked everything carefully. It was a damp but,
compared to my vision of hell in the club, perfectly acceptable. I pointed at
the toilet and willed things to take their course. They did. One problem
solved but one to go. Would I be able to stop myself properly? The answer was
no and in a moment of divine inspiration I realised the future was not just
bright but ladies’ sanitary pad shaped!
I'm not sure why but my wife
get very turned on by all of this and thanks also to my little blue tablets so
Good out of bad? You bet!
Sent: 02 July 2005 00:43
Subject: Re: the institute
Lady A and s
Regarding my experience of having to smell knickers the background to how a
lot of it started is pretty complex, basically I come from a family of four
sisters and myself or more exact four half sisters as the old man wont even
acknowledge the fact I exist (without going into too much detail and boring
you) the basic premise is of course the sisters lived with him I lived with my
mother and didn't get on with the sisters at all due to them taking the sperm
donors side (old mans), however they were friends with the sisters of one of
my friends so this lead us to clash quite frequent as we bumped into each
other regularly, now I don't know to this day if any of this was plotted
between them but one day whilst at my m8`s house taking into account we were
all pretty young the first time this happened we were messing about myself my
m8`s two sisters etc and I went into a bedroom cupboard to hide from them
which was a big mistake as I was crouched down in a corner when one of them
Lisa opened the cupboard and pretending not to see me and suddenly turned
round and leant back into me I found my face covered by her skirt and her
knickers pressed into my face, I turned my head away and shouted that she was
pushing her butt into my face but she just laughed and repositioned herself so
that once again her knickers were in my face and suddenly said smell them.
I found myself sniffing her knickers which were blue with flowers on but damn
they didn't smell of summer lol her sister had heard her at this point and
opened the cupboard to see what was going on, when she saw what was happening
she was hysterical with laughter Lisa then moved away from me and I got out of
the cupboard before I had chance to leave the room I was grabbed by both and
pushed onto the bed and told not to move or else, both girls started
whispering between themselves and suddenly I found them both sat on me pinning
me down I asked them to get off but that fell on deaf ears, suddenly dawn
looked at me and said the fact I'd enjoyed smelling Lisa's knickers so much
she was going to make me smell hers and boy did she I suddenly found my head
disappearing under her skirt, all I could see was her green knickers the smell
was like nothing I'd experienced before, she told me that Lisa had decided to
do it as she had been talking to the sisters and that they had been trying to
think of ways of getting at me but which they thought i`d be to embarrassed to
tell anyone about so that people couldn't work out we'd been communicating
even if nastily without getting hassle off parents. my m8 was too scared to
say anything as my own sisters had said they`d make him smell their knickers
if he spoke out and of course with four of them it wouldn't have been
good. on the downside not actually saying anything was a mistake in itself
as it then became a frequent event.
Even to this day I get teased as of course the story of me having to do this
quite a few times and what lead upto it has been told by various people, my
best m8 to this day actually told his own sister and she had the nerve to say
if I upset her badly she`d be quite tempted to make me smell her knickers lol
it even backfired on one who told his girlfriend but that's another story.
When I recall this it actually sounds pervy but its also nice that someone is
prepared to here things out instead of just thinking its nasty like quite a
Some very agitated and combative patients
despite being fastened into four-point leather restraints continue to arch and
buck against the restraints with all their body mass, the momentum of which can
cause the gurney to literally "go airborne" and actually be off the floor in
convulsive hops that threaten to topple the bed over. This may be forestalled by
restraining the patient with one arm "up"to the head of the bed and the other
"down," or in Left Lateral Recumbent Airway Recovery position; a sheet or strap
around the hips may prevent the requisite "bucking."
When this occurs, and it is not yet feasible
to chemically restrain the patient, it is desirable to secure the safety of
staff and patient. Do this by moving additional gurneys to either side of that
upon which the patient is lying. Strap these to the first as "outriggers" so
that the patient's bed has more mass than the patient can shift and is braced
against lateral movement. This places the patient within a wide padded "island
of safety." The patient who is acting out now is confronted with an
insurmountable difficulty which allows him to "give in." Many will now quieten.
Approach can be made across the top of either gurney to provide an intramuscular
injection of Droperidol or other agent.
If the patient is being involuntarily escorted
by staff into a seclusion room, it is not uncommon for him to resist being
"caged" and to brace himself against the door jam. This can be prevented and
overcome by his attendants doing a quick "surprise" wheel-about and enter the
room backwards; the startle effect of this tactic and the fact
that attempts to block passage will now go with the natural flexion of the arms
leading to the collapse of the effort rather than reinforcement by locked arms.
He may now be confined in routine fashion.
How do you control that struggling patient while
trying to get the restraints applied? Remember that the thumb is the weakest
part of the hand. If you want to control the hand always grab the thumb. As the
thumb is directed toward the radius, the arm follows. This also works when you
are encouraging a patient to return to his or her cart. This is a wonderfully
I hope this information will be of help to
some of your visitors.
I am always pleased when I read of men
being kept under baby discipline as this to me is the most amusing and most
effective of all ways of controlling the male sex. I cannot think of any more
delightful spectacle than that of a grown man squirming helplessly in nappies
and a pretty little baby frock and when he is presented thus attired to other
ladies to be laughed at and teased and mocked until he literally weeps with
shame. on holiday men should be kept as babies my man was dressed like a baby
on holiday much to the amusement of the chambermaid at the hotel where we was
staying and in the morning she would come in the room with a feeding bottle he
was in his nappies and she came in sat next to him and put a bib on him and
fed him yes he cried but he is a baby. i make it a point never to hide his
baby condition from anyone. he whimpers when my friends visit and he is shown
to them in his nappies. he gets his nappies changed in front of them and tries
to resist but he knows better to resist. it is humiliating for him to have to
lie across my lap shamelessly exposed with his frock up round his waist while
i remove his wet nappy and pin a fresh one on him in front of visitors but as
with the rest of the discipline this is something he must learn to put up
with. sometimes my visitors change him and the humiliation and misery is even
greater for him and i have seen him many times with tears streaming down his
face as some amused lady pins him into his hated nappies oh well that's one of
the joys of being a sissy adult in nappies forever.
No name give
Just wanted to drop a line telling you I have the PX:Direct jumpsuit as well
as many other jumpsuits designed to make sure I use my diapers for their
intended use. Of the jumpsuits I own, buck and buck designs are the most
effective without locks. The sleeveless designs are very difficult, but not
impossible to get to because the zipper ends in the middle of the scapulas,
making reaching them difficult. The px:direct suit is the most secure. Once
locked on, it will not come off without unlocking it. The suit is very secure
because the material it is made of is actually quilted, meaning it is
difficult if impossible to tear. The only problem is the size. They only
make one size and that is for someone who is taller and heavier than my 5'10"
200 lbs frame meaning I can pull my arms into the suit to play with myself.
But that being said, if my arms are locked to my belly chain or if i have a
locking chain around my waist, that problem is no longer a problem.
I also own jumpsuits from other companies made for Alzheimer's patients.
Most have good things and bad things associated with them, but my favourite
company remains buck and buck designs because they have several styles
including a bloomer dress. All of their outfits can be modified easily and
they are very good to work with. Just remember, they are not a fetish
My Dear Alexandra
I know that there are many nurses who do not
deal with dirty nappies at all, and in some ways, who can blame them?
All the mess and smell and having to clear it up is hardly a pleasant task. It
may be surprising to many then, having said this, that I am a nurse who not only
is not bothered by this, but on many occasions will actually encourage it. Why
do I do this then, when so many would not clean up the mess? Surely in
performing this task I am demeaning myself and turning myself into the server of
My feelings about this are that there is a
great amount of control to be had in forcing a patient to poo his nappy. Taking
away his right to use the toilet not only for wetting, but also soiling is very
controlling. I love to exercise control in this way, particularly if I have
given the patient a suppository beforehand. That way he eventually has no option
as to what leaves his body, or when, and he is often greatly embarrassed and
humiliated by his babyish loss of control. My only stipulation is that it must
always be done in a disposable or if it is done in a terry nappy it must have a
large disposable pad in the centre. As I always use surgical gloves to clean the
patient up afterwards it does not bother me at all, and I love to see him squirm
as I lift his legs to reveal his most intimate areas while cleaning him and
chiding him for the mess he has made.
It can also be good fun having put a
suppository up the patients bottom to make him take a short walk in restraints
around the wards so that it works its magic while we are out of his cell. I'm
cruel like that. If I did not want to do this I simply would not. The fact
is, I truly enjoy it despite the nasty smell. There may be some things that
other nurses do that I would not, but this is not one of them. So if you see me,
do not be surprised if the patient I have in my charge is struggling to control
the effects of a few suppositories held in place with an inflatable butt plug.
It really puts me in charge, gives me a good laugh and I enjoy it!
I'm not a native speaker, so please be forbear with my English.
I'm wearing diapers 24/7 because I have to. And I I'd like to tell you why.
My mom tried to force me out of diapers at the age of 1 year. This is really
early here in Germany. Nowadays it is common, that kids stop wearing diapers
during the day around the age of 3 but keep on wearing diapers during the night
until the age of 4 up to 6.
The unknown problem was, that I was born with a too inelastic bladder (something
that was found out only 4 years ago). So it was impossible for me to hold it
longer than a maximum of one hour. The solution of my mother was, to put me on
the potty every hour or so. Okay, it kept my pants dry I must admit. But the
result was, that I didn't train my bladder muscles and that no medic ever took a
look at my bladder.
So in the following years I had to go to the bathroom around every hour. If I
would feel the urge to go, only seconds later it would be to late and my pants
were wet. This happened a lot when I was a kid. And I had a lot of wet beds. My
mother just ordered my to go to the bathroom more often.
School was horrible. It was impossible for me to hold it for the 90min before
break. I sometimes wet my pants in class or had to leave during class.
When my little sister was born, my fascination for diapers begun. I think it was
because I had the feeling, that this diapers can save me from this many
accidents and so change my complete life (remember: I was a kid!). So I sneaked
one or two and put them in my underwear for the night. I was caught by my mom
and she was very very angry about that. But my wish to wear diapers stayed.
Some years and many accidents later (I was around 11) I got the nerves to buy a
package of Pampers. They were great. Too small, but great. I wore them in my
underwear for the night. And guess what: It worked. My bed stayed dry, the
And after a while I begun to wear the Pampers in my underwear during school. No
fear in class anymore. No wet pants. And my grade got better instantly.
When I was 12 years old, I went to the cinema for the first time of my life!!
Before than I was to afraid, that I might have an accident and my mother didn't
allow this anyway (for the same reason). It was so cool to be at the cinema. The
big screen, the surround sound. So in my mind the diaper was the only thing,
that made this big event in my life possible for me.
You see, this is the reason, why I like diapers, even I have to wear them.
This went on that way. I wore Pampers until I was 15 and joined a paramedic
youth group. There we learned about incontinence and I saw adult diapers for the
first time. Only 2 days later I went to a medical supply store and bought a
package of Attends. Wow. They were great. And I started to wear them the whole
day. In my personal opinion my life became better with this diapers. I could go
out with friends, I became a cineast (??? Someone, who is really interested in
movies and so.). It was great.
My mom found some diapers, when I was 13 and really freaked out. But I just let
her shout and didn't care.
Four years ago I went to a urologist to check the problem. I was wearing diapers
24/7 at this point of time. He found my inelastic bladder and just the rudiment
of muscles. I never had had the chance to become potty trained. But my mother
refused to see this for all the years.
So, this is my story. I had to wear diapers but now I like them, because they
make it possible for me, to live a normal life. And they really feel good.
Hi Lady A, Thought you may
find how to calculation of amount of urine in a diaper of use
First, know the weight of the diaper in
ounces before use.
Determine the weight of the used diaper in
Subtract the weight of the unused from the
weight of the used diaper.
Divide this by 1.16666.
This gives you the amount held by the diaper
in ounces. To convert to cups, divide by 8. (US measurement.)
To determine the weight of the urine, first
weigh the container. Then put in several ounces of urine. Get an exact
measurement, and weigh. Divide this by the number of ounces placed on the
The weight varies, though not greatly, by the
quantity of water you drink. You will be fairly close with the 1.16666
Hi Lady Alexandra,
I just love electrical play. One can fool your senses into
feeling like you're getting screwed by using a strap-on bi-polar butt plug
($75) attached to a Tens unit ($70). The best feel will be with the contacts
on the plug on the top to bottom instead of the ones with them from front to
back. A lot cheaper, won't wear out or break, & the batteries last forever.
You'll swear you're getting the best screw of your life, & it won't stop until
you shut it off or the batteries wear out in a few months.
I saved even more by making my own electric butt plugs. A tedious labor of
love. I made them from a wide 'nuff wooden dowel, shaped it into a plug, & cut
them to the perfect size.
I drilled a large hole through the center to relieve gas & substance pressure
for long-term use, along with about a dozen smaller holes drilled into the
sides, even at the bottom (to avoid clogging). I sanded, steel-wooled, &
polished them super smooth. Then I coated the whole them in a high grade
furniture polish, & allowed it to soak in so they were dry. Then put several
coats of oil-base old fashioned varnish on it. I carefully fished 4- #16 solid
copper wires through the holes so they're exposed at the top & bottom (and
sides for when I want to go quad) of the plug. I screwed on a strap with a
loop on each end to it. There's holes in the sides near the base so gas &
substance can escape. Another strap goes through the loops & fastened tightly
around the waist so the plug will not move at all. I prefer luggage or ski
rack straps from the hardware store. They're strong, & never stretch or break.
Because of the danger of solids building up under long term use causing cramps
or ruptures, don't eat a few hours before use (a good idea for all BDSM or
butt play... the stress can cause cramps or nausea on a full stomach)& make
sure you took a good poop before using. You'll also need a diaper or plastic
pants. The holes in the plug defeat any bowel control. Normally it shouldn't
matter if you take the precautions above, but for long term or hardcore S&M
where you may turn up the unit so it hurts, more than just gas might escape.
If you opt for the hole-less store bought designs, it can actually be messier.
The build up may explode all over the place like old faithful when the plug is
I usually squeeze the penis & balls through one of the leg-openings so they
can be played with. For extra fun, a wire coming from the plug also goes
around the balls. Then just pull pretty tights & bubble-style rhumba panties
over the whole thing (easily pulled down to play). I could put duct-tape over
the electric box's knobs so the settings can't be bumped or played with & just
put it in the tights. That way one could be screwed or tormented while they're
doing their chores, walking around or dancing. AMF every time I pull out the
box & the plug, we call it going dancing because one can turn it up high
enough to make 'em dance.
I have built a few boxes over the years almost
as good. For the past 6 years I've been using a Folsom PSG-MAX so I can make
things hurt a lot if I want it too. A cheapie 9-volt battery lasts months in
it using it 3-8 hours a week. An alkaline will last 1/2 the year. The Folsom
has been through a lot & been banged around a bit & has never broke down.
Nothing worse than having an equipment break-down in the middle of the action.
Do not EVER attach you or your toys to something that plugs into the wall
outlet (the mains) or you will die!!!
The plugs, I made 2, 1 for me & 1 for my lover (Safe sex! Do not share toys!),
are 6 years old now, don't have a scratch on them, & still work with the
original wires. Most of the stuff I build will probably outlive me.
It's a bitch to clean them with all those holes. I usually toss 'em in a
bucket of hot water, bleach & laundry detergent to soak in the bathroom, &
stir it around every time I'm in the bathroom. By the next day I rinse them in
hot water, down the holes too, & they come out sparkling clean... retaining
strap & all. 200F in the oven & they're dry in 10 minutes. Of course for all
wood toys varnished or bare, no chemical lubes... vaseline only & they'll last
forever... but that's why you need laundry detergent to clean them.
Keep up the good work. Just love what you
guys are doing.
discipline in 1950s America
I found your site by accident & thought you may be interested to know about my
experiences in this regard...
I attended a prissy & strict Catholic boys' school in America during the 1950s.
All students through age 15 were required to wear a uniform with short pants at
all times, as part of the school's discipline philosophy. What made this a
"discipline" was the fact that at that time & place in America, not only was the
old custom of dressing boys in outfits with short trousers quite passe, the
attitude toward such attire for males there then would get any youth so dressed
called a "sissy" or "queer." Consequently, our being made to go in shorts caused
us more than a little humiliation & indignation, not to mention teasing. The
school's rationale for this was "to teach humility & in still docility." To
"insure that these lessons will be properly appreciated as well as fully
enjoyed," our shorts were deliberately sized to fit one as brief & close as
possible. Indeed, with legs that extended little more than an inch below the
crotch, these shorts were SHORT, and their snug-fit only enhanced the revealing
sense. This certainly did keep us unduly self-conscious of ourselves & our
behaviour, especially so for the adolescent lads, for whom the affect/effect of
naked thighs & a tight crotch was provocative, in more ways than one. It also
facilitated the most common form of CP at this school-- strapping one's inner
thighs with a belt while standing before the class with legs spread
All things considered, I must say it "worked"...
satan handy [mailto:******@yahoo.com]
Sent: 07 January 2009 12:38
Subject: Restraining Clothing
There is no such thing
a restraint that can not be escaped from
every type of restraint can be escaped from , The human body is very
unique that way
You have finger nails that can ripe down a seam , teeth that can shred
through any fabric Sweat and spit that can be used as a lubricant Joints
that can be put out of place
And being smart enough to know what to do while being placed in some
sort of restraint to give you a way out
In the Psychiatric facility they have a minimum of Q15 which means they
only check up on you every 15 minutes .
That's more then ample time to get out of any restraint they have and
through It the floor and laugh in there face when they check up on you
Believe me I know from experience you could call me Houdini in that