Our baby Tina is now well taken care of. Diapered, gagged, restrained and deprived of most of her senses, she could only occupy herself and her own thoughts most of the time. Nevertheless, she still had a strict and adjusted daily schedule.
Feeding, crawling training, commando school and silly baby games that her cousins enjoyed much more than she did. Actually, she was only laughed at because she couldn't even pick up a doll from the floor without clumsily falling on her thickly padded bottom.
She was also disciplined once a day. Here she was helplessly at the mercy of her mother and relatives' fantasies. Sometimes she was spanked on the bottom with a leather paddle, sometimes she was given an enema, which she was then supposed to hold for a particularly long time under the promise of a reward. Of course she never had a chance and in the end she always lay on the floor in her diapers full to the brim, kicking.
The extra thick and absorbent diapers, which were made even safer with additional inserts and rubber pants, meant that diaper changes had become less frequent. Sometimes she wore the same diaper for a whole 24 hours, while she was simply strapped into her crib. She often felt warm liquid slowly creeping out of the diaper and collecting in the extra-long rubber pants.
She could no longer ask for a diaper change. The new gag mask was designed in such a way that you could simply remove the pacifier plate at the front and attach a feeding tube. So she was condemned to silence 24/7.
The same goes for her deafness and loss of her sense of smell. The mask was hardly ever removed and she could only smell rubber the whole time. The porridge and milk that she was fed tasted even more bland and neutral than they already did.
All sounds reached her only muffled and quietly. Tina could hardly distinguish voices from one another through the earplugs and could only understand fragments of words in a conversation. She could only hear the simple baby words spoken loudly and in a high voice, which her mother only used when she spoke to her.
Yesterday, her aunt had been fiddling with Tina's mask and had stuck two dark plastic lenses on. They were not supposed to be removed. Not only did these panes block out the light, but they also created a kind of distorted veil in front of the wearer's eyes. While Tina had previously been able to read the labels on the diaper packages in her room out of sheer boredom, she now had to crawl to within a few centimeters of a toy to distinguish a teddy bear from a car.
Tina was trapped in a world with few distracting and disturbing impressions. Or had she been freed from the hectic, noisy world outside?
Would such a gradual deprivation of the senses also appeal to you? If the stress and unrest of the outside world were no longer so overwhelming, would you be able to relax? You would then be dependent on the help of others and would often not know what was happening to you. Would the loss of orientation and sense of time frighten you, or would it calm you down, especially since you always know that there is someone there to look after you?
I find these long PVC pants from Suprima quite appealing. I imagine it must feel great to be so rubberized under a romper suit and it's incredibly safe on top of that. They also come in red.
Unfortunately, the muzzle is only available in black and without a pacifier, but a clever DIY enthusiast can certainly help out. 🙂
