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Subject: Re: Humiliating memory.

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Percy

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Date Posted: Wed, Jan 29 2014, 01:48pm
In reply to: Percy 's message, "Re: Humiliating memory." on Sun, Oct 27 2013, 03:51am

The most humiliating procedure of all was to be put in my baby harness and reins. My harness was hand made. I remember a leather light blue harness with a teddy motif. I remember my aunt telling me when i was 14. I need to put you in your harness to keep you safe, as it will be crowded. Let us get you into your nappies and frilly plastic pants. You are not going to get all cranky on me young man are you? Your botty need a strapping first I think. Over my lap you go. My bottom was firmly strapped bringing me to tears. My aunt then put me in my nappies and plastic pants, followed by a short cotton dress. Some short socks with a sissy frill around the top and naturally, some flat one-strap Mary Jane sandals followed this.

My aunt then said right lets secure you in your cute harness. It was put over my shoulders and the buckles fastened behind me. My aunt then clipped reins on my harness and walked me out the door.

The feel of helplessness and lack of control was total along with a feeling of extreme submissiveness. I still remember the smell of the leather, the bulk of the thick nappies and plastic pants clearly visible under my short dress. I was powerless and very humiliated. This was a very common state of affairs.

I remember my aunt holding my reins. They were short so I had to walk very close to her. If I pulled in the slightest, she would stop and smack the inside of my thighs.

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