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lundi 25 juillet 2011
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samedi 23 juillet 2011
Special convent
My name is Alice, I'm 20 years old and I am a law student. Lucie, a friend of law, we decided on the advice of Ms. Poux, our professor of labor law, to review our final exams in a convent she has recommended in the South of France. Lucie and I are good students, but we aim to give a mention are likely to have a good record in order to integrate the Master of private law that we seek. Ms. Poux has warned that the abbey remote and austere life style would be perfect to focus on our work. No distractions for those three weeks of June before the exams.
Starting from Paris by train at dawn, we arrived late morning at a small station lost the Maritime Alps. A sister awaits us on the station platform as indicated by post by the mother superior of the convent. Despite the heat this much already this spring, sister Marie is a wide blade that seems very hot for the season. She explains that the convent is located in the mountains 10 km away and with the altitude it is a few degrees lower than in the plain. Like in the movies, we board an ancient 2CV with sister Marie takes the wheel. We need a good half hour of steep winding roads well, finally reaching the monastery perched on a rock. The place is isolated and actually seems conducive to meditation or work which is our program. We enter inside the convent that looks more like a fortress than a traditional convent. Sister Mary sheds light on this subject and tell us that his congregation had taken over this ancient castle at the beginning of last century. We put our business in a room at the entrance and we follow sister Mary in a maze of corridors and stairways, the building is immense. We arrive at a door. Sister Marie hat and at the invitation of a female voice we enter the office of Mother Superior. The Mother Superior is also in traditional dress, and like all the decor of the room gives the impression that one is a few centuries earlier. No object present in this room, furnished like the middle ages, no telephone, let alone a computer. She asks us to sit down and tells us that we will have to respect the rules of the congregation during our stay. This seems obvious to Lucy and me we approve without restrictions. So the mother superior out two documents, one for Lucy, the other for me. Both are beautiful, written in full and loose on parchment. In looking to me for that, except my name and my first name listed at the top, the rest is written in Latin, a language I can not control at all. The rules are clearly many as the three-page document, but not for me, as for Lucie to understand. We do not see the translation request to the mother superior and decided to sign both. This step made the Mother Superior tells us that we will be taken to the dining hall to take our meals before they are brought to our respective cells. It is immediately plunged into the atmosphere but we are curious to see how the sisters to live the "old". Still under the leadership of Sister Mary, we head to the dining hall on the ground floor. Two places ahead, with dishes that also seems to come straight from the Middle Ages. Sister Mary tells us that we will be the only retreat at the convent and the sisters had already breakfast. Two other sisters are emerging and without a word we use a very tasty meal. I indicate that it is more to Lucie a pleasant surprise because the monasteries are not always known for their cuisine. Greedy like me it approves. The meal finished, Sister Marie tells us that we are in two separate cells for the effectiveness of our review and that we would meet for prayers and meals. Lucie hand with one of two sisters who have served our meal while I'm Sister Mary. I am ready not to get lost in this huge fortress made of mazes, small doors and narrow staircases. We finally arrive at a wooden door equipped with a small grid. It looks like a prison door, and the term cell takes on its meaning. We enter the room, and contrary to what I thought, this is pretty big, the room should do well one hundred feet square. Another sister is waiting for us in silence what appears to be one of the rules of the convent. The room includes a bed large enough without being double, a large wardrobe, a chest, a desk and chair. The furniture is antique and spartan.
My bag is on the table next to his sister. Is laid on the bed holding a dress identical to the sisters at the foot of the bed, a pair of wooden shoe also identical to those worn by the sisters of the convent. Sister Marie maliciously wonder if I speak Latin. I told her no. She then tells me the main rules of the convent that I will have to comply.
It m'énumère classical rules of silence and meditation I imagined, the fact that I also have to wear their clothes and objects not essential to my stay I could withdrawn and returned to my departure. Suiting the action to the word, it opens my bag on the table and begins to detail the content. The other sister with a key opened the lock of the wooden chest and Sister Marie begins to trill my business, putting in the trunk it considers unnecessary. Besides my classes, all my stuff ends up in the trunk. I'm not surprised not to see right to my I pod or my cell phone, not sure anyway I can capture in this remote corner. By me against all my clothes are confiscated, even below what worries me a little more. Come around my toilet bag. I can keep my toothbrush and my toothpaste from the rest in the trunk. Sorting fact, Sister Marie tells me to undress me to put my outfit. I'm beginning to find the situation uncomfortable but I am carried out. I took off my sweater, my shirt and my pants, my shoes and socks. Now I'm only wearing my panties and my bra in front of her two sisters. Sister Marie smiled at my discomfort and wonder if such existed below the middle ages. In front of my ignorance, it makes me a negative gesture of head and asked me to remove them. I'm beginning not to smile at this but I am carried medieval folklore. My underwear join the rest of my stuff in the trunk that the second sister whose name I know not closed and locked. With some relief I put my sister's dress that hides my nakedness finally the eyes of her two younger sisters. Sister Mary asked me to sit on the bed and makes me a little history. She explains that at all times the sisters of her congregation have welcomed many novices, my status for the next three weeks. Most were from good families in order to provide a financial source of income for the order. Sister Marie maliciously continued by explaining that all may not have been enchanted with the idea of this life of solitude and prayer. I do not really understand where she is coming because for me I am "voluntary" work for this retreat. While she talks to me, the second sister opened the cabinet and seems to be trying something. Sister Marie diverts my attention by showing me a steel ring sealed in the wall at the head of my bed. She asked me wonder what is this ring? Not seeing the use of this ring I give my mother cat and sister Mary tells me he used to tie the novices to their beds when it was built in the convent against their will. When she gives me that response, the second sister, my back, close my left wrist on a kind of medieval handcuffs attached to a chain that hangs quickly a second ring positioned symmetrically, with headboard, to that which had just shown me sister Mary. I'm surprised by this maneuver but already Sister Marie take the other wrist and place a string identical sister it attaches to the other ring. Both chains are short and held my arms open and I am now lying on the bed. I protest against this treatment and reminds sister Mary I came here of my own free will and that such treatment is not really necessary for me. Sister Mary tells me I have been more diligent in Latin class in the settlement because it is clarified several rules which I have not necessarily measured range. Aback by this remark I note that the second sister fumbles again in the cabinet. It comes out something that I have no trouble identifying: a chastity belt. She also released a chamber pot to file at the foot of the bed. Sister Mary tells me that the belt is worn by novices until they pronounce their final vows, or for a good ten years. It reminds me of the rules of order: work, prayer, silence and chastity. The belt she introduced me to appear before the eyes then and I can not imagine having to wear such an object. Sister Mary tells me that the monastery has in recent years made two concessions to modernity. It now has electricity and novices are now layers under their chastity belt to avoid infections when wearing very frequency permanent accessory. In perfect synchronism, the second sister out of the closet a large diaper. This object is doubly incongruous in nature in that place first and its modernity contrasts with the environment entirely medieval. Sister Mary lost no time in rolling up my dress well. It details my crotch length, putting his finger in the fleece of my pubis. She slid the thick diaper under my buttocks and dexterity with precision and flip it before setting adhesives. Already the sisters busy to place on my diaper the chastity belt before the lock with a padlock at my navel. Hands tied, I can not do anything to stop them from subjecting me to this double humiliation of having to wear a diaper and a chastity belt.
His mission accomplished, no doubt, the second sister leaves the room leaving me alone with sister Marie. This clearly having fun watching me in silence mine annoyed that I have to return. It tests one last time the good fit of the chastity belt before closing my dress remained largely turned up on my chest. The belt is particularly tight and literally the plate down on my butt. I would also like to detail the situation this young sister. It does not seem to be over 30 years, large brunette with blue eyes. I am also surprised to find that except for the Mother Superior, the sisters at the moment I crossed are quite young, all in their thirties or so. I am drawn from my reflections by Sister Marie exposes me to the program. Taking the chamber pot, she says I'm allowed to use it twice a day, morning and evening. She added that very seriously for the rest my diaper is there for. It's something I had not thought or wanted to think, but by his sister Mary tells me clearly about that unless you can keep me around for 12 hours, I have to do in my diaper. I barely have time to imagine the situation as uncomfortable as unexpected sister Mary goes on. I will be changed on the morning before breakfast, after naps and at night before bed. Mrs Poux to my surprise our program to address revisions to the convent, and Sister Marie tells me that every night I will be interviewed on the program of revision date. She advises me to work seriously because otherwise I will be punished. It's definitely getting better, though I had not thought my stay like this and if I knew I would never have agreed to come. I curse Ms. Poux we have recommended this place. In my thoughts, I completely forgot my friend Lucie and I naively asked of the new Sister Mary. This tells me that Sister Anne assisted by sister Aude have already had to put her, as for me, her diaper and her chastity belt. It leaves me well for the time for siesta promising to bring me back my lunch. When she leaves the room and closes the door I hear very distinctly the sound of a key in the lock. In addition to being attached to the rings of the headboard, I am increasingly locked in my cell. I'm in a funny situation. I test again the chains of my wrists but I realize from the words of Sister Marie I am certainly not the first rookie to be attached as well and that the rings and chains are solid. Now I move the legs and I now measure the thickness of the layer up to me. Between the daiper and the belt that goes between my legs, my thighs can not be contacted. In addition to the side is especially uncomfortable feeling of being imprisoned and deprived of my privacy that I weighed in this situation. I do not really track of time not wearing a watch but I think it should be about 2:00 p.m.. Ideas are buzzing in my head, unable to rest despite some fatigue in the morning got up and travel. I wonder especially what may be the motivation of our professor of law for sending us such a place. Impossible to believe she does not know the practice of the Middle Ages that Lucie and I are suffering and it seems to be just the beginning. After an eternity I think it's two sisters are back in the room. I call that the second sister and I know neither the name nor the sound of her voice, carrying a tray with a bowl and biscuits. She puts it on the table without a word and then approached the bed and roll up my dress on my chest. She looks at my crotch and inspects my diaper. I hear for the first time when his voice announces to Sister Marie that I did not wet my diaper and therefore does not need not be changed. This tells me that I will be removed and that I must get to work after having tasted, according to the revised plan put on my desk. Sister Aline will now set you free. I finally know how to call the sister who frees me from my chains. I rub my wrists and then sit up. Standing, I feel even more pressure from the double diaper and the belt on my butt and my crotch. While the sisters retire, I intend to again lock the door telling me I'm trapped. Acquired by conscience, however, try to operate the door handle to no avail. I return to the table to discover the taste. This is a bowl of tea and biscuits. Having the munchies, I attack the taste. This fact, and now that I'm not locked on the bed, I inspect the entire room which I have just seen that the ceiling in the last hour. The only window is placed above and is relatively narrow. It is decorated with stained glass. Opening it I discovered behind iron bars prohibiting leaks this way. In addition, the window overlooks the rocky outcrop and well be that ten meters from the ground. The box containing my stuff is locked and therefore inaccessible against the cabinet, it is not locked. Opening the right door, I discovered the different shelves of the chains and shackles. Opening the left door, I see that all this part of the cabinet is lined with many packages of diapers, wipes, etc... There are diapers of different sizes and shapes, exchange-full, straight diapers. I still can not achieve what the expect in the next three weeks but in any case, the sisters are not likely to run out of diapers to wear. I close the closet a little annoyed and my gaze falls on the chamber pot at the foot of the bed. I imagine that I'll have to use it in the presence of the sisters but I think it's any less worse than having to do in my diaper. Finally with nothing else to do I immerse myself in my revisions, the purpose of my stay here even if it seems to me far because of unexpected events since my arrival.
The door of my cell opened again and sisters Marie and Aline come to my room. Sister Alice brings alarm so, she said, I can tell the time, having been deprived of my phone that gives me the usual time. It is 19:00. Sister Mary does not give me the details of the timetable of the convent, but tells me it's time for dinner. Before we left the room, she went on telling me that I must exclude any idea of escape from the convent because there is that door and then exit and that it is locked and under guard. Further details, I will take my meals in a private dining room and so I will not eat with the other sisters, for this "escape" to the prayers and readings ritual that extends the length of service, I'm here to maximize my review time remember she. For cons, I'll eat in the company of Lucie which is a relief to me, quickly dampened by the precision that the meal should be eaten in silence and we will not disclose. Sister Mary said that if either of us does not meet this absolute rule, we should then take our meals in our cell. She goes on telling me that starting tomorrow, I will have a written test on my reviews of the day at 18:30 precise prepared by Ms. Poux. This fact I am going to the dinner following Sister Marie, Sister Aline bringing up the rear. I try to concentrate during the journey to save where we go and telling me that it might allow me to orient myself in terms of the vast monastery. I have a little trouble walking normally hindered by the thickness of the diaper that I wear. We reach a large room or two covered were prepared. I arrive first, but moments after we entered, sisters Anne and Aude arrive with my friend Lucie. At its hesitant approach, I understand without difficulty that it has the same type of diaper that probably the same with me chastity belt. We exchange a long look but do not exchange a word as we ordered. We are now sitting face to face and begin our meal in silence broken only by the clatter of dishes. Unable to speak because we are constantly monitored by two sisters, while the other two provide the food and rid the empty plates. The meal is very good such as this was served at noon but the great frustration of not being able to talk to Lucie. In her eyes, I understand that it also shares this desire, but it does not violate the rule of silence imposed on us to provide may no longer leave her cell. In the middle of the meal, I have another concern. My bladder reminded me of what I had felt for some time, namely the urge to pee. I managed to restrain myself so far but I'm starting to doubt be able to hold myself to the pot which should proposed before going to bed as I understand. This is certainly the taste of tea which had its effect.
The meal is not complete I have to bring myself to pee in my diaper. I am furious for this situation but the urge was too strong. I see the change in the diaper I feel a little wet at my sex, but the thick diaper seems to have absorbed without difficulty peeing off my long held. After the meal I exchange a last look I want to encourage them to address Lucie who already left to her cell with Sister Anne and sister Aude, while my sister Marie waved his side of the track to regain my own cell Sister Aline always at my heels. When we enter my cell, sister Alice behind me took me by the shoulders and pushed me gently but firmly to bed. She lay her down myself and already taking the chains remained attached to the rings, the locks on my wrists to immobilize me on my bed. The gestures are precise result of regular practice certainly what troubles me even more. Now flip it to see my dress my belt and my diaper. It does not need to comment because obviously she and sister Mary did notice this time that my diaper is wet. I can not, for one, see nothing in my position and from my dress turned up at my breasts. Sister Aline gets the key to my chastity belt, hung on a chain she wears around her neck. She unlocks the padlock and removes the metal branches before removing the belt further. She puts it on the table beside my bed. Now it off my diaper adhesives and opens without removing it, thus discovering my pubes against the two sisters. Sister Mary a few words in the ear of sister Aline, who is now leaving the cell. Sister Mary is sitting on the bed next to me. She asks me if I want to go on the potty before they are changed for the night. Having just pee in my diaper I answer in the negative and goes on asking me what this treatment is not a member of the convent. Sister Marie reminds me that I signed the rules of procedure and that it does comply. She goes on telling me that I am here in preparation for my exams at the end of the year and that everything will be done so I can review the best conditions, quiet, quality food, sleep and no distractions parasites . I told her that all this would also be possible without necessarily bear no diapers or chastity belt. Sister Mary is amused by my comment without responding directly asks if I know the origin of the chastity belt. Without being an expert on, I read novels or historical accounts that describe the object intended to ensure the fidelity of the wives of noblemen going to war for long campaigns. My definition of the origin of the chastity belt does not seem to convince her sister Mary, but said no more for now, while her sister Aline again entered the room. It grows in front of her a service on which I see my position a bowl. Sister Marie, still sitting on the bed next to me, raises her right hand on my pubic bone while staring at me and tells me that for my comfort, sister Aline would have to shave my fleece inner. I protest my legs instinctively folds and pressing them to try to protect my privacy. Sister Marie took the opportunity while rising from bed to remove the diaper remained under my butt. She has the interior of the diaper on which the resort is large yellow spot in my pee. She calmly explained to me that my hairs are hampered the application of the cream and talcum powder that protects me irritation. Without this diapers would not ensure its protection role in relation to the chastity belt she says. Already sister Aline took on a service string. With the help of Sister Mary, she's attached to my left ankle and the foot of the bed. They do the same with my second ankle so that my legs are wide apart and locked. Sister Aline positioned at the foot of the bed approaches the feeder. It takes a glove, dipped in the basin of water and passes it on my pubic area to clean and moist. It now takes a bomb of shave gel. She puts a dab of gel on the fingers and began to apply it on my fleece and massage into the foam. The feeling is cold and unpleasant. This done, she took a razor and began to pass on my pubis. I hold my breath and freezes me lest it cut myself if I should move. Each time, she rinsed the razor in the basin, and without seeing it, I feel that my hair is shaved slowly but surely. Her work finished, she took a cloth and try to pass me the last traces of foam I think. It now heads to the closet and takes on a new diaper and two layers straight. She made up the buttocks of a pat and me slides changes complete the two layers straight. Sister Mary explains that the night is necessary to increase the absorption capacity to prevent leakage. During these explanations, talc sister Aline me ample crotch flap diaper and adhesive sets very tight. Surprisingly, the chastity belt I am not given which is pretty good news. The legs still attached, the two sisters to me off the arms and make me sit in the bed. They dress me withdraw my sister and put me a nightgown. Immediately after, my wrists are again attached by chains to rings and finally the strings are loosened, freeing my legs. I now understand why I do not wear a belt that night, simply because I will stay attached to my bed by the arms. The nightgown is very short and only cover my belly but not the fat diaper that I see looking up. Sister Alice sits down on the bed beside me and putting her hand on my diaper, I want a good night ironically reminding me that with my bed I will not even get up in case of urge to go at night . She then left my room along with sister Aline pushing the trolley towards the exit. The door closed I can still hear the sound of the key operating the lock.
Starting from Paris by train at dawn, we arrived late morning at a small station lost the Maritime Alps. A sister awaits us on the station platform as indicated by post by the mother superior of the convent. Despite the heat this much already this spring, sister Marie is a wide blade that seems very hot for the season. She explains that the convent is located in the mountains 10 km away and with the altitude it is a few degrees lower than in the plain. Like in the movies, we board an ancient 2CV with sister Marie takes the wheel. We need a good half hour of steep winding roads well, finally reaching the monastery perched on a rock. The place is isolated and actually seems conducive to meditation or work which is our program. We enter inside the convent that looks more like a fortress than a traditional convent. Sister Mary sheds light on this subject and tell us that his congregation had taken over this ancient castle at the beginning of last century. We put our business in a room at the entrance and we follow sister Mary in a maze of corridors and stairways, the building is immense. We arrive at a door. Sister Marie hat and at the invitation of a female voice we enter the office of Mother Superior. The Mother Superior is also in traditional dress, and like all the decor of the room gives the impression that one is a few centuries earlier. No object present in this room, furnished like the middle ages, no telephone, let alone a computer. She asks us to sit down and tells us that we will have to respect the rules of the congregation during our stay. This seems obvious to Lucy and me we approve without restrictions. So the mother superior out two documents, one for Lucy, the other for me. Both are beautiful, written in full and loose on parchment. In looking to me for that, except my name and my first name listed at the top, the rest is written in Latin, a language I can not control at all. The rules are clearly many as the three-page document, but not for me, as for Lucie to understand. We do not see the translation request to the mother superior and decided to sign both. This step made the Mother Superior tells us that we will be taken to the dining hall to take our meals before they are brought to our respective cells. It is immediately plunged into the atmosphere but we are curious to see how the sisters to live the "old". Still under the leadership of Sister Mary, we head to the dining hall on the ground floor. Two places ahead, with dishes that also seems to come straight from the Middle Ages. Sister Mary tells us that we will be the only retreat at the convent and the sisters had already breakfast. Two other sisters are emerging and without a word we use a very tasty meal. I indicate that it is more to Lucie a pleasant surprise because the monasteries are not always known for their cuisine. Greedy like me it approves. The meal finished, Sister Marie tells us that we are in two separate cells for the effectiveness of our review and that we would meet for prayers and meals. Lucie hand with one of two sisters who have served our meal while I'm Sister Mary. I am ready not to get lost in this huge fortress made of mazes, small doors and narrow staircases. We finally arrive at a wooden door equipped with a small grid. It looks like a prison door, and the term cell takes on its meaning. We enter the room, and contrary to what I thought, this is pretty big, the room should do well one hundred feet square. Another sister is waiting for us in silence what appears to be one of the rules of the convent. The room includes a bed large enough without being double, a large wardrobe, a chest, a desk and chair. The furniture is antique and spartan.
My bag is on the table next to his sister. Is laid on the bed holding a dress identical to the sisters at the foot of the bed, a pair of wooden shoe also identical to those worn by the sisters of the convent. Sister Marie maliciously wonder if I speak Latin. I told her no. She then tells me the main rules of the convent that I will have to comply.
It m'énumère classical rules of silence and meditation I imagined, the fact that I also have to wear their clothes and objects not essential to my stay I could withdrawn and returned to my departure. Suiting the action to the word, it opens my bag on the table and begins to detail the content. The other sister with a key opened the lock of the wooden chest and Sister Marie begins to trill my business, putting in the trunk it considers unnecessary. Besides my classes, all my stuff ends up in the trunk. I'm not surprised not to see right to my I pod or my cell phone, not sure anyway I can capture in this remote corner. By me against all my clothes are confiscated, even below what worries me a little more. Come around my toilet bag. I can keep my toothbrush and my toothpaste from the rest in the trunk. Sorting fact, Sister Marie tells me to undress me to put my outfit. I'm beginning to find the situation uncomfortable but I am carried out. I took off my sweater, my shirt and my pants, my shoes and socks. Now I'm only wearing my panties and my bra in front of her two sisters. Sister Marie smiled at my discomfort and wonder if such existed below the middle ages. In front of my ignorance, it makes me a negative gesture of head and asked me to remove them. I'm beginning not to smile at this but I am carried medieval folklore. My underwear join the rest of my stuff in the trunk that the second sister whose name I know not closed and locked. With some relief I put my sister's dress that hides my nakedness finally the eyes of her two younger sisters. Sister Mary asked me to sit on the bed and makes me a little history. She explains that at all times the sisters of her congregation have welcomed many novices, my status for the next three weeks. Most were from good families in order to provide a financial source of income for the order. Sister Marie maliciously continued by explaining that all may not have been enchanted with the idea of this life of solitude and prayer. I do not really understand where she is coming because for me I am "voluntary" work for this retreat. While she talks to me, the second sister opened the cabinet and seems to be trying something. Sister Marie diverts my attention by showing me a steel ring sealed in the wall at the head of my bed. She asked me wonder what is this ring? Not seeing the use of this ring I give my mother cat and sister Mary tells me he used to tie the novices to their beds when it was built in the convent against their will. When she gives me that response, the second sister, my back, close my left wrist on a kind of medieval handcuffs attached to a chain that hangs quickly a second ring positioned symmetrically, with headboard, to that which had just shown me sister Mary. I'm surprised by this maneuver but already Sister Marie take the other wrist and place a string identical sister it attaches to the other ring. Both chains are short and held my arms open and I am now lying on the bed. I protest against this treatment and reminds sister Mary I came here of my own free will and that such treatment is not really necessary for me. Sister Mary tells me I have been more diligent in Latin class in the settlement because it is clarified several rules which I have not necessarily measured range. Aback by this remark I note that the second sister fumbles again in the cabinet. It comes out something that I have no trouble identifying: a chastity belt. She also released a chamber pot to file at the foot of the bed. Sister Mary tells me that the belt is worn by novices until they pronounce their final vows, or for a good ten years. It reminds me of the rules of order: work, prayer, silence and chastity. The belt she introduced me to appear before the eyes then and I can not imagine having to wear such an object. Sister Mary tells me that the monastery has in recent years made two concessions to modernity. It now has electricity and novices are now layers under their chastity belt to avoid infections when wearing very frequency permanent accessory. In perfect synchronism, the second sister out of the closet a large diaper. This object is doubly incongruous in nature in that place first and its modernity contrasts with the environment entirely medieval. Sister Mary lost no time in rolling up my dress well. It details my crotch length, putting his finger in the fleece of my pubis. She slid the thick diaper under my buttocks and dexterity with precision and flip it before setting adhesives. Already the sisters busy to place on my diaper the chastity belt before the lock with a padlock at my navel. Hands tied, I can not do anything to stop them from subjecting me to this double humiliation of having to wear a diaper and a chastity belt.
His mission accomplished, no doubt, the second sister leaves the room leaving me alone with sister Marie. This clearly having fun watching me in silence mine annoyed that I have to return. It tests one last time the good fit of the chastity belt before closing my dress remained largely turned up on my chest. The belt is particularly tight and literally the plate down on my butt. I would also like to detail the situation this young sister. It does not seem to be over 30 years, large brunette with blue eyes. I am also surprised to find that except for the Mother Superior, the sisters at the moment I crossed are quite young, all in their thirties or so. I am drawn from my reflections by Sister Marie exposes me to the program. Taking the chamber pot, she says I'm allowed to use it twice a day, morning and evening. She added that very seriously for the rest my diaper is there for. It's something I had not thought or wanted to think, but by his sister Mary tells me clearly about that unless you can keep me around for 12 hours, I have to do in my diaper. I barely have time to imagine the situation as uncomfortable as unexpected sister Mary goes on. I will be changed on the morning before breakfast, after naps and at night before bed. Mrs Poux to my surprise our program to address revisions to the convent, and Sister Marie tells me that every night I will be interviewed on the program of revision date. She advises me to work seriously because otherwise I will be punished. It's definitely getting better, though I had not thought my stay like this and if I knew I would never have agreed to come. I curse Ms. Poux we have recommended this place. In my thoughts, I completely forgot my friend Lucie and I naively asked of the new Sister Mary. This tells me that Sister Anne assisted by sister Aude have already had to put her, as for me, her diaper and her chastity belt. It leaves me well for the time for siesta promising to bring me back my lunch. When she leaves the room and closes the door I hear very distinctly the sound of a key in the lock. In addition to being attached to the rings of the headboard, I am increasingly locked in my cell. I'm in a funny situation. I test again the chains of my wrists but I realize from the words of Sister Marie I am certainly not the first rookie to be attached as well and that the rings and chains are solid. Now I move the legs and I now measure the thickness of the layer up to me. Between the daiper and the belt that goes between my legs, my thighs can not be contacted. In addition to the side is especially uncomfortable feeling of being imprisoned and deprived of my privacy that I weighed in this situation. I do not really track of time not wearing a watch but I think it should be about 2:00 p.m.. Ideas are buzzing in my head, unable to rest despite some fatigue in the morning got up and travel. I wonder especially what may be the motivation of our professor of law for sending us such a place. Impossible to believe she does not know the practice of the Middle Ages that Lucie and I are suffering and it seems to be just the beginning. After an eternity I think it's two sisters are back in the room. I call that the second sister and I know neither the name nor the sound of her voice, carrying a tray with a bowl and biscuits. She puts it on the table without a word and then approached the bed and roll up my dress on my chest. She looks at my crotch and inspects my diaper. I hear for the first time when his voice announces to Sister Marie that I did not wet my diaper and therefore does not need not be changed. This tells me that I will be removed and that I must get to work after having tasted, according to the revised plan put on my desk. Sister Aline will now set you free. I finally know how to call the sister who frees me from my chains. I rub my wrists and then sit up. Standing, I feel even more pressure from the double diaper and the belt on my butt and my crotch. While the sisters retire, I intend to again lock the door telling me I'm trapped. Acquired by conscience, however, try to operate the door handle to no avail. I return to the table to discover the taste. This is a bowl of tea and biscuits. Having the munchies, I attack the taste. This fact, and now that I'm not locked on the bed, I inspect the entire room which I have just seen that the ceiling in the last hour. The only window is placed above and is relatively narrow. It is decorated with stained glass. Opening it I discovered behind iron bars prohibiting leaks this way. In addition, the window overlooks the rocky outcrop and well be that ten meters from the ground. The box containing my stuff is locked and therefore inaccessible against the cabinet, it is not locked. Opening the right door, I discovered the different shelves of the chains and shackles. Opening the left door, I see that all this part of the cabinet is lined with many packages of diapers, wipes, etc... There are diapers of different sizes and shapes, exchange-full, straight diapers. I still can not achieve what the expect in the next three weeks but in any case, the sisters are not likely to run out of diapers to wear. I close the closet a little annoyed and my gaze falls on the chamber pot at the foot of the bed. I imagine that I'll have to use it in the presence of the sisters but I think it's any less worse than having to do in my diaper. Finally with nothing else to do I immerse myself in my revisions, the purpose of my stay here even if it seems to me far because of unexpected events since my arrival.
The door of my cell opened again and sisters Marie and Aline come to my room. Sister Alice brings alarm so, she said, I can tell the time, having been deprived of my phone that gives me the usual time. It is 19:00. Sister Mary does not give me the details of the timetable of the convent, but tells me it's time for dinner. Before we left the room, she went on telling me that I must exclude any idea of escape from the convent because there is that door and then exit and that it is locked and under guard. Further details, I will take my meals in a private dining room and so I will not eat with the other sisters, for this "escape" to the prayers and readings ritual that extends the length of service, I'm here to maximize my review time remember she. For cons, I'll eat in the company of Lucie which is a relief to me, quickly dampened by the precision that the meal should be eaten in silence and we will not disclose. Sister Mary said that if either of us does not meet this absolute rule, we should then take our meals in our cell. She goes on telling me that starting tomorrow, I will have a written test on my reviews of the day at 18:30 precise prepared by Ms. Poux. This fact I am going to the dinner following Sister Marie, Sister Aline bringing up the rear. I try to concentrate during the journey to save where we go and telling me that it might allow me to orient myself in terms of the vast monastery. I have a little trouble walking normally hindered by the thickness of the diaper that I wear. We reach a large room or two covered were prepared. I arrive first, but moments after we entered, sisters Anne and Aude arrive with my friend Lucie. At its hesitant approach, I understand without difficulty that it has the same type of diaper that probably the same with me chastity belt. We exchange a long look but do not exchange a word as we ordered. We are now sitting face to face and begin our meal in silence broken only by the clatter of dishes. Unable to speak because we are constantly monitored by two sisters, while the other two provide the food and rid the empty plates. The meal is very good such as this was served at noon but the great frustration of not being able to talk to Lucie. In her eyes, I understand that it also shares this desire, but it does not violate the rule of silence imposed on us to provide may no longer leave her cell. In the middle of the meal, I have another concern. My bladder reminded me of what I had felt for some time, namely the urge to pee. I managed to restrain myself so far but I'm starting to doubt be able to hold myself to the pot which should proposed before going to bed as I understand. This is certainly the taste of tea which had its effect.
The meal is not complete I have to bring myself to pee in my diaper. I am furious for this situation but the urge was too strong. I see the change in the diaper I feel a little wet at my sex, but the thick diaper seems to have absorbed without difficulty peeing off my long held. After the meal I exchange a last look I want to encourage them to address Lucie who already left to her cell with Sister Anne and sister Aude, while my sister Marie waved his side of the track to regain my own cell Sister Aline always at my heels. When we enter my cell, sister Alice behind me took me by the shoulders and pushed me gently but firmly to bed. She lay her down myself and already taking the chains remained attached to the rings, the locks on my wrists to immobilize me on my bed. The gestures are precise result of regular practice certainly what troubles me even more. Now flip it to see my dress my belt and my diaper. It does not need to comment because obviously she and sister Mary did notice this time that my diaper is wet. I can not, for one, see nothing in my position and from my dress turned up at my breasts. Sister Aline gets the key to my chastity belt, hung on a chain she wears around her neck. She unlocks the padlock and removes the metal branches before removing the belt further. She puts it on the table beside my bed. Now it off my diaper adhesives and opens without removing it, thus discovering my pubes against the two sisters. Sister Mary a few words in the ear of sister Aline, who is now leaving the cell. Sister Mary is sitting on the bed next to me. She asks me if I want to go on the potty before they are changed for the night. Having just pee in my diaper I answer in the negative and goes on asking me what this treatment is not a member of the convent. Sister Marie reminds me that I signed the rules of procedure and that it does comply. She goes on telling me that I am here in preparation for my exams at the end of the year and that everything will be done so I can review the best conditions, quiet, quality food, sleep and no distractions parasites . I told her that all this would also be possible without necessarily bear no diapers or chastity belt. Sister Mary is amused by my comment without responding directly asks if I know the origin of the chastity belt. Without being an expert on, I read novels or historical accounts that describe the object intended to ensure the fidelity of the wives of noblemen going to war for long campaigns. My definition of the origin of the chastity belt does not seem to convince her sister Mary, but said no more for now, while her sister Aline again entered the room. It grows in front of her a service on which I see my position a bowl. Sister Marie, still sitting on the bed next to me, raises her right hand on my pubic bone while staring at me and tells me that for my comfort, sister Aline would have to shave my fleece inner. I protest my legs instinctively folds and pressing them to try to protect my privacy. Sister Marie took the opportunity while rising from bed to remove the diaper remained under my butt. She has the interior of the diaper on which the resort is large yellow spot in my pee. She calmly explained to me that my hairs are hampered the application of the cream and talcum powder that protects me irritation. Without this diapers would not ensure its protection role in relation to the chastity belt she says. Already sister Aline took on a service string. With the help of Sister Mary, she's attached to my left ankle and the foot of the bed. They do the same with my second ankle so that my legs are wide apart and locked. Sister Aline positioned at the foot of the bed approaches the feeder. It takes a glove, dipped in the basin of water and passes it on my pubic area to clean and moist. It now takes a bomb of shave gel. She puts a dab of gel on the fingers and began to apply it on my fleece and massage into the foam. The feeling is cold and unpleasant. This done, she took a razor and began to pass on my pubis. I hold my breath and freezes me lest it cut myself if I should move. Each time, she rinsed the razor in the basin, and without seeing it, I feel that my hair is shaved slowly but surely. Her work finished, she took a cloth and try to pass me the last traces of foam I think. It now heads to the closet and takes on a new diaper and two layers straight. She made up the buttocks of a pat and me slides changes complete the two layers straight. Sister Mary explains that the night is necessary to increase the absorption capacity to prevent leakage. During these explanations, talc sister Aline me ample crotch flap diaper and adhesive sets very tight. Surprisingly, the chastity belt I am not given which is pretty good news. The legs still attached, the two sisters to me off the arms and make me sit in the bed. They dress me withdraw my sister and put me a nightgown. Immediately after, my wrists are again attached by chains to rings and finally the strings are loosened, freeing my legs. I now understand why I do not wear a belt that night, simply because I will stay attached to my bed by the arms. The nightgown is very short and only cover my belly but not the fat diaper that I see looking up. Sister Alice sits down on the bed beside me and putting her hand on my diaper, I want a good night ironically reminding me that with my bed I will not even get up in case of urge to go at night . She then left my room along with sister Aline pushing the trolley towards the exit. The door closed I can still hear the sound of the key operating the lock.
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