The
juxtaposition of a strict, no nonsense uniformed nurse with what appears to be
a domestic environment is a compelling image I always think, an image in this
case which could easily have come straight from the pages of a new book I'm
working on:
“No, I’m NOT
joking, young lady! If you take in to
account the early bedtime I’ve introduced, that we have this rule you stay in
bed until I come to get you and you have your afternoon nap time, it hardly
seems worthyou getting dressed. So get
those things off – and get back in your pyjamas. THIS INSTANT!
And not those old ones you’ve been wearing either – those new ones I
brought you a couple of days ago from that place I used to work in. Yes, I’m sure they ARE embarrassing, or they
would be if anyone else saw you in them.
But no one else IS going to see you in them, are they? You’re not going anywhere.
I’ve told you
before; now that I run this household, things have changed; I’M in charge. There’s no more gallivanting around the shops
and arcades, no more mixing with friends, talking to boys – no going out;
period! No - you stay in nowadays. Ok, up until now we’ve had our little walks
in the garden – so long as you hold my hand – but I’m going to put a stop to
that as well; too much sun is bad for the complexion you know. In fact from now on I don’t even want you
going downstairs any longer; I’m going to keep you hidden away up here, on the
top floor, when people come. You’re an
embarrassment! And you’ll embarrass
yourself if you come swanning down wearing those new pyjamas I got you. But you’re not GOING to come swanning down,
are you? No you’re not – because you’re
going to be sitting quietly in your room writing lines at your desk or kneeling
facing the corner with your hands on your head when people come. I’M the only person you should be thinking
about nowadays – how to please ME. And
the best way you can please me right now is by getting those pyjamas on.
As I said; there
seems little point in you getting dressed nowadays… So I’ve decided from now on it’s going to be
pyjamas all day, every day. The rest of
your stuff can go to the charity shop to join all those things I took off you
when I first arrived, all those ridiculous ‘designer’ frocks and fripperies
you’d been allowed to get away wearing,
the makeup, the hair ‘products’ and sprays.
I expect you’ll be glad to see the back of that school uniform I’ve had
you wearing day in day out – but I think I’m going to have to BURN that; I
can’t imagine there being much call for something like that in such a large
size…
No, no – slip
the knickers on first; they go with the outfit... And fasten the top button of
the jacket for heaven’s sake – the jacket is supposed to button high, so it has
a peter pan collar; it gives it a little femininity; it’d look like you’re
wearing a rather ugly set of men’s pyjamas otherwise… Yes, I KNOW there is a badge embroidered on
the breast pocket, that’s the name of the place where I used to work - and the
word under it, that’s just a clinical term, applied to the woman who last wore
those pyjamas; it just lets the staff know not to listen to a SINGLE thing the
woman says, that she talks nonsense, rambles… Just like you do dear, when you
talk about going to university, meeting a boy, getting married and all that –
oh no, no ,no you’re not; you’re staying right here! So I thought it rather apt…
Smelly? The pyjamas?
Well… I suppose they are – a bit.
That woman I told you about got a new pair - they’re changing the style
apparently - that’s why you got these; I don’t expect they got sent to the
laundry before they got thrown out… The
knickers are fresh though – brand new… Stop all that fussing and get them on –
that’s NOT rubber on the inside, it’s medical grade PVC, polythene if you will,
quite soft and comfortable; the outside is nylon; the waistband is so stiff
because there is a spring steel band running through it with a little clasp and
loop arrangement poking out through the fabric at the rear where I can slip a
neat little padlock, make sure you’re all locked away snugly with no
‘tampering’ allowed.
Yes, I’ll unlock
it if you need the toilet – if you ask nicely – but you know the house rules by
now; I have to watch; I’m not having you using it as an excuse to play with
yourself; you KNOW I don’t allow
masturbation. If you want THAT kind of
relief I’ll do it for you! All you have
to do is come ask me nicely, drape yourself across my lap, part your legs – and
I’ll bring you off in no time with my fingers; I’ll have you squirming across
my lap in minutes, reduced to a sobbing puddle of sweat and gibbering like the
imbecile it says you are on that badge.
And once we’ve
broken through THAT barrier you’ll find you’ll be coming begging… BEGGING… for
me to bring you off that way again and again and again. I can make it VERY addictive for you And then…
And THEN… we’ll have to see if we can’t teach you to do a few things for
ME! Oh, I beg to differ – I think you’ll
find you WILL, you know.
Now come and lay
yourself across my lap – I’m going to give you a good hard slippering to break
you in wearing your new pyjamas: And I’m
just wondering whether I need to shave you again ‘down there’ – yes, I think
I’ll fetch the bowl, soap and razor afterwards.”
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Yes, yes, a practical anti-masturbation regime. With the only relief made highly embarassing! Twice daily shavings and the use of irritants please! And a very prolonged incaceration. Magnificent!
Imagine a shadowy group, composed of people from all walks of life, who are opposed to female masturbation, and committed to it's suppression. Let use call it the Sinope Society after the Greek nymph of perpetual chastity. It would have an investigation branch to gather clandestine evidence, a private court to condemn and sentence young women brought before it, charged with this abominable vice, to long terms of institutional treatment,there would be a highly secure treatment facility funded by philanthropists and an attached workhouse.
An old gentleman stops to talk to a young woman of his aquaintence in the street. she tells him of all her loft airy plans for university, smiling he waves her goodby, enjoying the sight of her fat backside bulging in her skin tight jeans as she walks away. I his pocket is his Sinope Society membership card with it's reporting hot line. Last night he made that call, to report the vibrator he had spied in her hand bag. A file had been opened, preparations were being made, her future would be rather different to the one she so fondly imaged, he smiled deeply to himself.
As someone, who no doubt to the pleasure of some readers of this blog, endured mmonths of enforced abstinence whilst being disciplined I can belive the description to be very real. I was denied any self pleasuring by being kept under supervision during the day, clothed in wool knickers and a thick sanitary pad and at night still in my knickers having to wear a wool nightgown and the ultimate indignity thumbless woollen mittens. This prevented any physical satisfaction and I am sure intially I would have succombed to what is offered here. In my case even when I sought satisfaction by thought alone the evidence was left on my sanitary pad and my Aunt's inspection resulted in an immediate and painful spanking. Later this was followed by an even more formal scolding and further sanctions. In later months at the suggestion of someone from this blog I was forced to knit and then wear, day and night, a wool vest buttoning between my legs. By that time my resistance had been tempered and I would think even in the scenario described here the woman being punished would no longer crave rlease as she might initially.
Three cheers for your aunts action, female masturbation is a disgusting habit and one which many right minded poeple regard it as a duty and pleasure to expose and punish!
Prolonged incarceration is always to be preferred, anonymous 1, One can't expect to achieve much with namby pamby short term intervention. She might fondly imagine the plans of her carers to be limeted in scope - but she is being set up for a rude awakening!
I'm sure anonymous 2 would concur with his Sinope society - WHAT a good concept! But what about the treatment? Physical, psychological or even surgical or some combination. What happens next?
Ahh. Anonymouse 3.... That form of physical restriction is comendable and doubtless efficatious to some degree. But is it DISCIPLINE? Of course you can bind her hands.. But how much better to leave her hands free and access unhindered, but force or cause her to restrict or restrain herself. For exampe, the Victorians might attatch a bell on the end of a spring steel strip to the end of the bed to signal undue 'activity'. But preasure pads and switches have been available at least since the 1950s. Imagine several of these beneath the sheets lined up with her feet, hands, buttocks perhaps elbows and knees also. Any reduction of preasure and....
PROLONGED incarceration is ALWAYS to be expected / prefered. One can't expect to achieve much with a short term intervention. She might well fondly believe her carer's scope to be limited in that way... she'll be sadly disapointed
I love the concept of the Sinope society. But what happens next? Physical, psychological or surgical intervention - or some combination of all three?
Anonymous 3. Comendable restriction. But is it DISCIPLINE? Shoukdn't she be trained to restrain herself, with hands left free and access unencombered?
Going back to the Sinope society. Isn't that just the sort of cause that might have attracted substatial charitable funding from the church? Perhaps under the auspices of the home for wayward young women in moral and spiritual peril?
There's something particularly humiliating for a young woman to be made to wear pyjamas day and night, especially for days at a time. The more unflattering they are, the better. It's the perfect remedy for minor misbehaviour and even when used as an extended punishment so that she is gradually reduced to pleading to be allowed to have her other clothes back. And as an added refinement, why not make her change repeatedly in and out of them within a strict time limit, getting her bottom spanked every time she fails to complete the task in time. I hope you can find a way of introducing such a storyline, and even some pictures to go with it.
The sinope society should certianly attract 'charitable' funding, after all it is a good cause. Personally I would be a little squeamish about surgical treatment, though prehapse one unfortunate young woman could be selected for this on, say an annual basis by nomination and vote of the societys members.
Just imagine the thrill of being able to report a young woman to the society and being kept advised of her progress, the shear gloating fun and rightous satisfaction!
Only you could write the book!
>I'm sure anonymous 2 would concur >with his Sinope society - WHAT a >good concept! But what about the >treatment? Physical, psychological >or even surgical or some >combination. What happens next?
My answer to that one, is psychological, obviously, since once they've got her mind, they've got her. And anything physical or surgical they do id basically intended to have a psychological effect. I LOVED the little clit cap thingie that put on Lavinia. It's an example of a surgical method that had a MAJOR psychological impact over time. They were controlling her physicality and her sexuality in a really intense, invasive way.
Here's a thought: the Sinope Society really can't operate, even with charitable funding, in a Western, civilized, democratic country under the rule of law. But it could operate in the former Soviet Republic of Ruritania or whatever. Here's where you could blend it with your idea of maximum isolation in an institution in Eastern Europe, or wherever. And the woman who runs it could be a trained psychiatrist who had experience in the old Soviet psychiatric hospitals for dissidents system. She could be using the girls under her care as test subjects for experimental therapies. The funding could be Middle Eastern. They actually practice female circumcision in some places. maybe there is some enlightened oil sheik who wants to eliminate such barbaric practices, but who wants more "humane" psychological methods of controlling female masturbation and female sexuality.
Just a few thoughts. At random
The Non Victorian Chick
Well yes, the Sinope society would be inpractical in th West. However, this is FANTASY! I think opponants of the vice that is female masturbation, need some sort of organization - lets make a start.
I sometimes suffered the indignity of appearing before visitors to our house in my nightwear when I was being punished. In my case being made dressed in a long wool nightgown and hands secured in thumbless woollen mittens was a deeply humiliating event and I am sure having to be kept in pyjamas would be similar. The other degrading part is of course when you are being forced to dress like this. I was obliged sometimes as early as 4 pm in my nightwear with my hands on my head, then having explained why I was being punished, suffered being sent to bed at this early time. as you note eventually I became accepting of my fate which was of course why in the end, having been punished, I have improved.
"Well yes, the Sinope society would be inpractical in th West. However, this is FANTASY! I think opponants of the vice that is female masturbation, need some sort of organization - lets make a start."
Right. Fantasy. My point exactly. But in fiction, we can fantasies that are more, or less, believable.
I was just thinking out loud about how T could write a story about the Sinope society using some of the ideas he's floated, and make it seem a bit more realistic, so the reader can suspend disbelief.
The Non Victorian Chick
Yes, sorry if I sounded too critical, your Idea of middle eastern sponsership is not a bad idea. I look forward to further suggestions. This theam really floats my boat!
"Yes, sorry if I sounded too critical, your Idea of middle eastern sponsership is not a bad idea. I look forward to further suggestions. This theam really floats my boat!"
Don't worry, I wasn't offended. It is a fantasy, but I know Toyntanen likes to try to make fantasy sound plausible in his stories. I was just wondering how he might do that here. And yeah, it kind of floats my boat too.
The Non Victorian Chick
Hi PollJo! Sorry for the delay, I've been away and stuff.
Yes I agree, there really IS something particularly humiliating for a young woman to be made to wear pyjamas day and night, seven days a week. I can't help wondering how long it would be before she'd be worn down enough to be reduced to pathetically pleading to be allowed to have her normal clothes back. I totally LOVE your suggested refinement of having her change repeatedly in and out of her pyjamas within a certain time constraint with the spectre of the strap or the cane hanging over her head – lovely stuff. But now imagine those pyjamas are not 'normal' pyjamas but rather a pair purloined from a mental hospital with the name of the institution sewn on the top pocket and furnished with all manner of refinements allowing for restraint, such as sleeves extending past the fingertips and closed off at their ends where there is a brass ring or eye inset... Hmm! Interesting?
Hi again, my favourite Non-Victorian Chic (actually, I only know the one – you!) . Yeah, well, thely new thing I have been working on while on vacation is partly set in an ex-cold war, ex-Soviet, asylum (for some reason I currently prefer the term 'mental hospital', not sure why, I just do!). But as for the shortcomings of the Sinope society, it occurs to me that, although not consistent with western society within the present era, in the context of some of the more extreme islamasist groups out there it might be viable – even likely - as a concept. I seem to remember, way back in the mists of time, an article or letter published in 'Men Only', 'Mayfair' or 'Penthouse' or similar men's publication (the exact title I remember not) dealing with the harem system of the Ottoman Turks which talked about slave girls being (as I think I recall the article terming it) 'Vagina-ised ' by which the writer meant the removal of the external expression of the clitoris so that the young women became dependent on the stimulation of other, internal, areas of the vagina to release their pent-up passions. The writer – as I recall – in addition mentioned that items such as cucumbers and bananas were only ever allowed past the eunuchs if sliced
(I also seem to recall there was mention made – whether within the same article or another elsewhere I can't quite remember - of 'eunuch' guards who, while having been deprived of their male member, had been allowed to retain their testicles, a situation which led to the resulting frustration being taken out on their charges, or to put it another way; they could be relied upon to punish even the prettiest, most innocently-appealing of girls in the most cold-hearted, merciless and harshest way possible. Finally - alluding to your latest comment – I don't think the scenario is all that implausible at all, not within a faith system or credo within which both sexes may face stoning to death for something as innocuous as daring to marry someone of another faith.... or for writing something even as critical as this for all I know. But, you see, I don't care – I've got something that trumps the most intellectual, scholarly, of ecclesiastical arguments (well, I haven't' yet, but I WILL do, when the going gets rough – or the ebola gets too close), it's call an AK47. And the best way to combat ebola? Well that particular efficacious solution is called... NAPALM. Remember – you heard it here first! Won't use it – really? Wait 'till it's on your doorstep – and the woman down the hall or the chap along the street has blood streaming like the tears of the damned.
('Tears of the Damned'. What a great name for a band!!! Their first album – INFECTED – going... err... ahem!...errr... viral... err... for sure – errmm... sorry!)
Eunuch guards were the norm in the Ottoman Empire, but I think a mental hospital in the former Soviet Republic of Ruritania or wherever might have an entirely female staff at the insistence of the oil sheik who funds it. As a practical matter, it would probably be easier to find female staff in the former Soviet Union than to come up with medically qualified eunuchs. But maybe not.
I suppose a Western woman imprisoned in this place could be subjected to ISMD or ISMED, which is Induced Selective Memory Deficit treaments, which use a combination of hypnosis, isolation, psychotherapy, and possibly drugs and electric shock treatments to suppress or erase some of her memories, possibly leaving her illiterate and/or reducing her IQ. This has the effect of making her easier to control, and it can be combined with induced agoraphobia and or speech impediments to leave her quite incapable of escaping, or ever communicating with anyone who might help her.
OK, I will admit I'm not good at coming up with acronyms, but the doctor who runs this place probably has a catchy name for what she does.
The patient will also be given various kinds of therapy or aversive treatments to suppress masturbation, but she also may feel an increading need for sexual relief, and well...if she tries one time too many to jill off and gets caught at it (she's under 24/7 surveillance), then she may be judged a hopeless case, and more drastic and traditional (I.e.surgical) methods would be used. As an absolute last resort, you understand, and for her own good. And there would be some sort of euphemism for this.
EPD = Enhanced Physical Denial
Or maybe just Enhanced Methods or Enhanced Treatment All euphemisms for a clitorectomy.
The Non Victorian Chick
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