Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 61508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
I struggled anew as Daddy James reached for the triangular piece hanging between my legs. My thighs clenched together instinctively, trying to protect my most intimate area from this new intrusion. But Daddy James barely seemed to notice my resistance. His strong hands gripped my hips, holding me still as he forced the thick fabric between my thighs.
“Spread your legs, Amy,” he commanded.
Whimpering softly, I obeyed, widening my stance. The cool material of the adjuster pressed against my smooth, bare pussy, the pressure both uncomfortable and oddly arousing. I felt my cheeks flush with shame as Daddy James reached between my legs, adjusting the heavy fabric so it covered me completely.
“There,” he murmured, more to himself than to me. “Now, let’s get this secured.”
His hands moved to the back of the jacket, and I felt a sharp tug as he pulled the strap tight. The triangular piece pressed more firmly against my sex, the edges digging slightly into the creases where my thighs met my body. I gasped at the sensation, my hips bucking involuntarily.
“Hold still,” Daddy James repeated, delivering a sharp slap to my already sore bottom.
I yelped, tears springing to my eyes as the pain from the earlier whipping flared anew. The sting of the slap, combined with the constant pressure of the adjuster against my most sensitive areas, sent a confusing mix of sensations through my body.
Daddy James finished securing the strap, giving it one final tug that made me gasp. The fabric between my legs was now pulled taut, pressing firmly against my pussy and bottom. I squirmed, trying to find a comfortable position, but quickly realized there was no escape from the constant pressure.
“There,” Daddy James said, stepping back to admire his handiwork. “How does that feel, Amy?”
I opened my mouth to respond, but all that came out was a pitiful whimper. The jacket constricted my chest, making it difficult to take a deep breath. My arms were pinned to my sides, rendering me completely helpless. And the insistent pressure between my legs… I couldn’t decide if it was more uncomfortable or arousing.
“I’ll take that as a sign it’s working perfectly,” Daddy James chuckled darkly. He turned to Miss Frieda, who had been watching the proceedings with a cool, clinical eye. “Satisfied?”
Miss Frieda nodded. “Let’s put her to bed.”
Daddy James and Miss Frieda led me the two steps to my narrow bed. The metal frame creaked ominously as I sat down on the thin mattress, the pink straitjacket rustling with every movement. My arms, pinned tightly around my waist, felt like dead weights. The constant pressure between my legs made me acutely aware of my most intimate areas with every slight shift of my body.
“Lie down,” Miss Frieda instructed, her voice cool and detached.
I awkwardly maneuvered myself onto my back, the process made difficult by my restricted movement. The mattress felt hard and unyielding beneath me, offering little comfort to my sore bottom. As I settled into position, the canvas between my legs seemed to press even more insistently against my sensitive flesh.
Daddy James pulled the thin blanket up to my chest, tucking it around me with surprising gentleness. The soft material against my skin contrasted sharply with the stiff, unyielding fabric of the adjuster. I felt utterly helpless, unable to move my arms or even change my position without great effort.
“Good night, Amy,” Miss Frieda said as she moved toward the door. “Sweet dreams.”
The heavy metal door clanged shut behind them, the sound echoing in the small cell. I was left alone in the dim light, my body encased in the unyielding pink fabric of the horrid adjuster. Every slight movement sent a jolt of awareness through me, reminding me of my helpless state. The constant pressure between my legs was maddening, simultaneously arousing and frustrating. I squirmed, trying to find a comfortable position, but it was useless. The straitjacket held me firmly in its grasp, refusing to yield even an inch.
As the minutes ticked by, I found my thoughts drifting, as they so often did, to Daddy Daniel. I wondered where he was, what he was doing. Did he ever think of me? Did he watch the footage from my punishments and sessions with the other daddies? The idea sent a shiver of excitement through me, despite my discomfort.
I imagined Daddy Daniel’s strong arms around me, holding me tight. In my mind’s eye, I could almost see his gorgeous blue eyes, filled with a mixture of sternness and affection. I longed for his touch, for the feeling of his large hands on my body. Even when he punished me, there was always an underlying current of care in his actions.
As exhaustion began to creep in, I found myself relaxing slightly into the embrace of the adjuster. The tight fabric almost felt like a hug—firm and unyielding, yes, but also oddly comforting. I closed my eyes, letting out a soft sigh.