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Once we entered the campus they took us to some
buildings beside a large sports ground. Once inside a building, we were
surprised when we were presented to the fact that we had to sleep in a box.
However, once I had found a good spot in the hay it was not so bad. Bill fell
asleep at once. I sat for some time and looked at my poor child. He looked so
peaceful when he was sleeping.
I was glad that I choose to go along with him on this
wilderness expedition. While I was home and waited until it was time to join my
child here in
I looked at my son again. Had we regained our trust in
each other again? Tomorrow would bring the answer to that question.
The next morning students – junior staff members – we
were told, came for us. We were all taken into the bath where all the dirt was
washed off. When it was time to dress I was surprised that my close only
consisted of a harness and briefs just covering our genitals. Our children was
marched off and came back full corseted and in cuffs.
Both Brittany and Bill seemed to have lost weight or
perhaps it was their corset. What a waist
A staff member greeted us and we stood in a circle so
he could explain what we were about to do.
“Today we are going to make a number of exercises in
order to show you that you all are in the same boat. By collaboration you will
be able to overcome every obstacle. Let gets started. Please. All the parents
must follow me.”
We left the stable are and went over to the main house.
Once inside we were told to go to the basement and undress.
We were standing outside the changing room covering
our private place, when a female staff member came for Amber. She left with
her. 5 minutes it was my turn. We got upstairs where I was lead into a room
where a kind of bar was hanging down from the ceiling. I was told to take a
firm hold on the bar. Once I did the staff member quickly fastened cuffs on my
hands. Everything at this wilderness therapy expedition had been so strange
than I did not bother to ask anymore.
Nevertheless, I was surprised when she pushed a button
on the wall and the bar started to rise. I was standing on my tip-toe, when it
stopped. It was very uncomfortable. Then she put cuffs on my feet. I was about
to ask her what she was doing when she pushed the button once more. Now I was
hanging by my hands and my body was stretched out.
My arms hurt. Suddenly I felt some leather fabric
around my waist. It was a corset!
Somehow and I don’t know why I did not ask her to stop.
I think that I understood that this strange outfit was necessary if the task
should be completed. I wanted to return home with a healed son.
Instead of stays the corset had straps and she laced
it tight. Very tight indeed because I panted every time I tried to get a deep
breath. I was lowered to the floor. Before she released me, I got a collar on.
It was a special collar which made it almost impossible for me to lower my
head. She released me from the bar but the cuffs remained on and it turned out
that she could chain them to some D-rings at the side of the corset. My upper
arms were also immobilized with leather cuffs and connected to the corset. I
peace of leather went between my legs covering my private parts. I was ready
for the task and the cuffs on my feet were disconnected from the floor.
Before we left the room she placed me before a large
mirror. I was stunned by the sight. “Wow. Where did I get the waist from?”
“Well. First of all you have been almost 2 weeks in
the field doing intense and hart hiking. Second of all corsets trim your body.
Shall we proceed?”
I nodded and to my surprise I got a gag in my mouth. I
was the same kind of pecker gag I had in my mouth at the cabin. Then it was
back to the stable. Once inside I was shocked when I saw where we were going.
Inside the room all the children and Amber was already hooked up to some kind
of carousel with chains hanging down from metal arms. It must be what
I tried to pull back but another staff member held me
tight. I could fell the cold sweat running down my back. Then I felt the pain.
It was so intense. I would have screamed out right there if I had not been
gagged. They waited a little for the pain to settle before the next clamp was
put on. It was just as painful as the first one. I was on the verge of passing
out. A staff member stood by me until I regained as much control as I could.
The pain became bearable.
Then I heard a suppressed cry. It was Mr. Kaufmann. It
was clear that he fought himself so he did not show weakness but he could not
hide the pain. It was in fact the first time since the start of the journey
that I had seen sign of weakness by Mr. Kaufmann. However, he was quick to
regain control over himself.
Mrs. Newborn got a panic attack when she saw the clamps.
Like me she tried to pull her self way but it was of no use. I closed my eyes
when the clamps came on. I could not take to see the fear in her eyes. Her
groans filled the room but they died away after some time. We were ready.
One of the staff members came forward. “Welcome to our
first task today. The purpose of this exercise is to show that we all share the
burden of life. Pain is equal for everyone. Life is not always happiness and
joy. Work has to be done. We all have to do our share. I will leave you to the
mercy of the walker for now. Enjoy”
He left and pressed a button on his way out. The
so-called walker started. It did not go very fast. Be sure that I followed a
long! Every time I did walk too slow, they pain in my nipples got me to correct
my speed. I look around as much as the collar allowed. Everybody seemed in some
degree of pain and tried their best to maintain the right speed. I kept an eye
on Bill. He was also looking at me. He had a worried look in his face.
It seemed that we have been going forever. I lost
track of time. Suddenly it was over. The staff members came back. They removed
the clamps and I sank to my knees due to the pain caused by the blood returning
to my nipples. I expected us to be freed, but we were marched out to our next
task.
We were guided down to the beach. Once we arrived the
staff members removed our gags and released us from our cuffs on our arms. It
was time for our next task.
“This task is about trust. One at the time you will
stand on the top of the platform. Your task is to let you fall back down from
the platform, where your team members will catch you.
She was helped up on the platform where the cuffs on
her feet were chained together. The other cuffs were once again connected to
her corset. A heather hood were pulled down over her head and laced tight.
Slowly one of the staff members guided her back on the platform until she was
standing right at the edge.
Then she let her body fall back and we grabbed her.
When all the children had passed the task, it became
Ambers turn and then mine. I was guided to the top of the platform, where I was
tied up. The hood came on. When it was laced tight I could only hear my own
breath. A staff member had his hand on my arms. It was good because I had
difficulties to maintain my balance. It takes something to let your self fall
back. I hesitated, but I knew in my mind that I had to go through the task if
Bill should have a chance to be healed. So I let my body fall back and were
luckily caught the others.
Soon the rest finished the task and then it was time
for our last task.
I followed Amber and our children into a last group
therapy session before we were going home.
It should be us four
only. The purpose was to make a home contract the children should agree to. Of
course we wanted our children home but in order to keeping things normal back
home, we had to gamble. So the message was clear. Unless they could give very
good arguments for us to alter the rules we had on our paper, they would stay
at the campus and work a normal program. It was not something we would like to
happen. In fact it would be very expensive. We could properly not afford it,
but if we played with open cards, they could continue as before. That was not
an option, we could accept.
When we were seated
our therapist greeted us and we started head on.
We went over their
relationship once more and they promised to be open about the nature of their
relationship. No more hiding, no alcohol because they were ashamed of telling
us, that they had sex.
Of course we also
wanted them to stop having sex, but this was not a St. George based Mormon
driven program. Most of the senior staff-members were from
We discussed
curfews, roles violations, consequences etc.
Our tactic worked. We got it as we wanted. We would
once again be the parents in the relationship with our children. But it was
very clear that our children felt a kind of being locked up in their own home,
so the therapist decided to have a giver-taker game.
We received a questionnaire:
1. I agree with the following statement: It’s nice to be important, but more important
to be nice
2. I need to be liked by others more than other
people seem to
3. I do not believe that nice people
finish last
4. I believe that most people on welfare are
truly in need.
5.
I frequently give to charity.
6.
Christmas is my favorite holiday.
7.
There was much love in my family when I was a child.
8. My efforts to achieve or succeed in life are
seldom interfered with by others.
9. I do not agree with this saying: Do unto others as they would do unto you, but
do it first.
10. I
usually feel uncomfortable when others do things for me.
11. I
am usually crushed when others have bad opinions of me.
12. I
believe that if you cannot say something nice about someone, don't say
anything.
I could answer “True” to the most of the questions,
so I was a “giver”. In fact I was told that if I did not alter myself a little
so I had more “False” answer, I was in danger of being exploited. The danger
would that I could built up anger inside me and let it explode uncontrolled if
I did not work with myself.
The
scorecard of our children was however more balanced, which were good. They had
some issue which they needed to work on but they were young and had to be
committed due to our bluff. The giver/taker game also came with an explanation
of some of our problems back home. Because both Amber and I were givers in an
almost extreme manner, our children who had a little more taker in them could
manipulate us.
The
therapist hammered them which brought tears out. You could see the fear of
being left here at the boarding school in their eyes. They could acknowledge
that they had taken advantage of our giver status and asked us for our
forgiveness, which we of course gave. The session ended with a big hug and we
went into the waiting room where the coffee waited for us. The therapist saw to
that we got some music on until the others were finished with their session.
Very appropriate to the situation, he chose “The Pretender”.
Eventually
the others came out and you could see that they also had been rough session.
However, we all celebrated the success of the course at dinner and it was with
renewed hope, we went to sleep in the stable.
The next
morning we were taken out to our carts. We were all put in full harness,
head-gear and gag as symbol of our reunification and then we were off. The cart
was heavy because the school had something they were about to have stored at
the campus.
The cart
was fully loaded and we panted as we worked us towards the motel. But somehow
every step seemed lighter. At last we arrived at the motel and after we had
been freed from the cart, we went inside for our room key. Some parents in the
lobby stared at us with open mouth as we entered. Most of the parents were used
to see students in pony gear outfit, but we were adults. Once in our room we
got the first decent shower for a long time and then we got our own clothes on.
I had a whole suitcase of his clothes with me and of course he was delighted.
He was taken from his home with only a T-shirt and some trousers.
I also
could not wait to take a bath. Two weeks without shaving your legs – that is
torture. We had arranged for a dinner at the pool area. Just before we were
going to leave, Bill came over and hugged me. “Mom - You don’t know how much I
have missed you. I have realized that I had hurt you and have taken so much for
granted. This trip has been an eye opener for me. Even though it was very hart
first and I hated it, I came to love it in the end. I just wanted to tell you
that I love you.”
We were the
last one to arrive. The dinner was served and we had a nice cosy evening. When
it was time for us to redraw to our room we had a surprise for Brittany and
Bill. We gave them their own room. Of course we had seen to that there were
condoms in place for them. They were overexcited as they went.
Amber came
back to my room, so we could sit and talk about our experience. We had emptied
a bottle of wine when Amber suddenly exclaimed. “Let’s put on the pony girl
outfit once more!”
I was a
little drunk but never mind. It did not take long before I was all dressed out
in full corset, harness, gagged and with the cuffed securely connected to the
corset.
Amber
guided me over to the bed and had me to lie down in the bed. My feet were
spread out and tied to the bed posters. Then she closed the blinkers so I could
not see anything. She started to lick my breast and it felt so nice. Then she
removed the flap covering my genitals and continued to lick me. Oh it was so
good. Since my husband left me I did not have any sex beside my personal friend
as I called my vibrating plastic thing.
She must
have found it in the suitcase because suddenly I felt it enter me. She
continued to lick me and I was close to climax, when she suddenly stopped. The
dildo was retracted and I waited for her next move. Then I heard the door.
She had
left me!
I tried to
move around, but because my feet were tied, I could not turn. Then I heard the
door again. Was I Amber?
I felt a
tongue at my ear and she spoke “Relax, I am going to ride my pony as it never
had been ridden before”.
She started
to lick me once more. The dildo also joined the action. I was in heaven. Then I reached my climax.
When I woke
I was on my stomach. She pulled me back so I rested on my knees and positioned
her self behind me. I was exhausted and tried to say something to her, but due
to the gag only unintelligible sound came from me.
Suddenly I
felt something in my rear opening. I wanted to move away from it, but she held
me tight in the harness. The pain increased until something slipped inside me.
It was a dildo. My body stiffened from the shock. Amber allowed me to settle
before she began to work on me. The dildo also went in. Amber increased the
pace and my rear hole felt as it was in fire. She started to use a riding crop
on me. I received several lashes as she continued to ride me.
Suddenly my
second orgasm came. I let out a repressed scream. Suddenly I also heard her
pant and she came with a grunt.
She pulled
out. The blinkers were opened and I saw one of the biggest strap-on dildos, I
had ever seen.
The gag was
removed and we talked for a bit, before I was let out of the pony outfit and
she left the room.
I had to
admit that the pony gear outfit aroused me. Somehow it was nice to lose control
during sex.
I went to
sleep and we left
It had been
5 years since I decide to send my son from his home in order to achieve
emotional growth.
The
wilderness therapy had such an immense impact in their life. They became more
motivated and their self-esteem also improved. I can only recommend parents to
go with their child on a wilderness expedition. Somehow a lot of parents choose
out on the challenge of being with their off-spring in the middle of nowhere. I
would not have missed my experience for a minute.
The journey
only had one side-effect, which I have kept a secret for my son, but this was a
pleasant one. From time to time, I have to travel together with Amber to a farm
upstate, where people engage in pony-play. I found my call as pony slave. Next
week it is time once more.
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