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A bridle for the bride.
She believed that a professor of medieval history would be a pretty good catch for a girl from a so-so background. They met while she was a student, and for the next two years, she nagged him to get married until she finally got her way.

Now she had her wish, but the her wedding day was not the perfect day that she had imagined. It was on that day that she finally discovered that his interest in his chosen subject entended to practical discovery as well as theory. If being locked into a fiddle stock immediately after the ceremony until the wedding breakfast wasn't bad enough, as soon as the guests had left to prepare for the evening, she was taken to their room where he taught her what happened to women who nagged their husbands in the old days.

Not even allowed out of her wedding dress, he has suggested that if she behaves, he will not make her wear it to the evening party. Suddenly, she wished she had met a professor of biology instead. 
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This bride got three rings.
One around each wrist and a third around her neck.

She didn't really appreciate his wedding gift, so just wait until she sees the scolds bridle.
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Once the collar was back in place, he gently took her hand and guided her down the stairs. She had become familiar with the layout of house within days of her first hooded experience, and now it was second nature to count the steps off. It helped that her stride never changed, thanks to the thigh bands which stopped her taking longer steps. Instinctively she knew that turn back to the left at the foot of the stairs, six paces forward then turn right put her in drawing room, Mark's favourite place to relax at night. She felt wood flooring underfoot change to a lush carpet, and then to fur as he drew her further into the room, until guiding her down on the bearskin rug that lay in front of the gas fire. She felt the heat of the flame on her bare skin as she knelt, basking in the warmth and imaging how she looked at that moment.


She felt Mark kiss her on her forehead, wishing that it wasn't separated from them by the layer of leather, then sensed the vibrations through the floor as he walked away, leaving her alone briefly with her thoughts. So immersed in those churned up thoughts and feelings did she become, she failed to notice his return, flinching instinctively as his hands touched her shoulders, rubbing them in the same way that you would give someone a massage. Slowly, his hands moved away from her shoulders, tenderly wrapping themselves around her biceps, persuading them to come towards him. As his hands reached her elbows the movement changed direction. Now he was coaxing her arms behind her, causing her shoulders to rotate and her chest to push forward. Inexperienced in this game Jess was not know that he was testing her flexibility. With a sigh that was inaudible to Jess, he watched with delight as her elbows gently kissed each other with hardly an ounce of force. He had known that Jess was flexible and kept herself fit, but his wildest dreams were coming true.


As his hands continued their journey downwards, he noted with satisfaction that Jess's elbows hardly moved. She was now maintaining the position herself, almost teasing him. He desperately wanted to tie them as they were, but now was not the time. It was not what Jess had agreed to, and the last thing he wanted to do now was anything that said to her that he couldn't be trusted. Finally, his hands reached their goal, the cold steel of the cuffs encircling her tiny wrists. With his left hand, his fingers snagged the two shiny rings that jingled against the cuffs as they moved. His right hand extracted a small carabiner from his pocket, with which he quickly ensnared both rings, the click as the spring clip sprang back into it's housing satisfying to his ear. As soon as he released his grip on Jess's wrists, she tried to separate them, but found that they were now closely linked to each other. She was even more helpless than ever, but instead of fearing her situation, she now embraced it, her breathing slower and deeper than usual. She felt a familiar tingling between her legs, which momentarily alarmed her, scared as she was of the consequences of any signs arousal, but that fear was enough to check any feelings and they quickly passed.


Feeling the pressure on her knees, she shifted her weight slightly, making sure that her body moved away from the heat source. Unused to having to balance with her arms fixed behind her, she moved a little to far, letting out a squeal as gravity took over. Luckily Mark had predicted her movement and caught her, supporting her bodyweight while she settled herself on the bare skin, lying partly on her side, or as much as her arm would allow. Mark manoeuvred his own body so that her head rested in his lap and in that position the two remained, calming music filling the room, a little louder than expected, but he wanted Jess to be able to hear it through the padding over her ears, while he sensually moved his hands over her skin, occasionally lingering as they cupped and massaged her breasts. Every so often, Jess would shift her body as one part of the arm she lay upon got tired, but for the most part, she was happy to simply lay there, feeling safe in his arms. Although a part of her brain still wanted to rebel against everything on her body, she was experiencing for the first time, the sense of transfer of responsibility that those who enjoy bondage as part of a high stress lifestyle often refer to.


The only part of her not totally comfortable at that exact moment, was the part that was totally aware of the enormous erection that Mark sported. Unsurprising, considering she had just allowed him to fulfil one of his sexual fantasies, but none the less uncomfortable because she felt responsible for it, yet could do little in the conventional manner to relieve his condition, all three of usual sources of relief unavailable to her and him. It took her a whole to get across to him what she wanted to do, but eventually, like two lovers playing blind man's twister, she managed to arrange their bodies so that her hands were close to his crotch. With nimble fingers, she undid the button on the shorts he was so fond of wearing around the home, and unzipped them, feeling around in his underwear for the rampant member. All the while, she could feel Mark's arms around her, as if trying to tell her that she was doing it all herself, without his help. Gripping his dick in both palms she slowly began to massage it, drawing it towards her, gradually quickening her speed as she felt him get closer. With a long drawn out moan, Mark came, the warm sticky liquid spreading over Jess's wrists and back. He clung to her so tightly, it almost prevented her breathing.


Laying there on the rug, feeling Mark breathing heavily on the back of her neck, it occurred to Jess that at that moment, she was closer to him than she had ever felt. He had just shown her that despite feeling so very helpless, she was still needed by him, and was able to offer him some comfort. There was a clarity of thought that she rarely experienced, and she knew now what her decision would be when she spoke to Mark in the morning. Meanwhile, she had other things to occupy her mind, and her fingers began to search again for their target.


The next morning, Jess was awakened by the flood of light into her eyes as he lifted the hood over her head. It was a shock to her, not only being temporarily blinded by the sunlight, but she had managed to sleep through her collar removal. That sense of shock grew even more when she tried to shield her eyes, only to find her wrists still coupled behind her.


“Good morning babe,” her sight returned to his grinning face. “time to rise and shine for a new day.” The stiffness in her shoulders was a challenge to his enthusiasm. He threw back the sheets to reveal her nakedness, turning her face down so he could easily unclip her wrists. Feeling the release of the cuffs, she stretched her arms out, groaning in pain at their stiffness after so many hours behind her.


“How did I end up sleeping like that last night? Come to think of it, I don't remember going to bed”


“You can only blame yourself for that. You fell asleep after jerking me off for the third time, so I left you there, planning on releasing your hands when we went to bed. Only problem was that when I tried to let you out, you turned on your back and started shaking your head. That said to me that you weren't ready to come out of them, so I simply picked you up and carried you to bed. By the time you got their you were sound asleep again, and I guess that is just how you stayed until now. “Your clothes are out ready for you, so have a quick wash. You've just time for a little breakfast this morning.”


“How come, I'm already late?”


“I'll drive you since I've taken a half day. I want to spend some time with Gareth talking over some details for Friday evening. I've arranged to take the other half day on Friday afternoon so I can pick you up from work. That will give you a bit more time to get ready instead of having to rush things before the seven o'clock curfew.”


“How did you know I was going to agree to go with you? A bit presumptuous of you isn't it?” he could see from her smile she was toying with him.


“I guessed,” he shrugged his shoulders, “after last night's performance I suspect you were a bit more comfortable with the idea of being restrained.”


“It did feel good, although it took a while to get comfortable. One condition about Friday though.”


“Name it.”


“If I'm going to be the only one there in bondage, I don't want to look like a freak show. I want to look my best, just as if I was going to a normal evening event. That means a new outfit that goes with everything else I have to wear.” He watched as she finished dressing, pulling on her work dress uniform over bare legs before stepping into her flat, comfortable work shoes. She turned her back on him so he could do up the zip of the dress, saving a few more seconds of time.


“Seems like a very reasonable condition, not that I would have done that anyway.” He grabbed the car keys off the bedroom table, holding the door open while ushering her out of it. “Come on, let's get you to work, madam.”
Chapter 04. Jess - A year in SSDP
The story of a woman's year in a alternative punishment regime.

A photo illustrated verson of the story can be found here. captivekink.deviantart.com/gal…
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Chapter 04. Jess - A year in SSDP
The characters and storyline are entirely fictional, and based on an original idea of sensory deprivation punishment by Tean33, to whom I'm grateful for his blessing to embellish the idea


Once the collar was back in place, he gently took her hand and guided her down the stairs. She had become familiar with the layout of house within days of her first hooded experience, and now it was second nature to count the steps off. It helped that her stride never changed, thanks to the thigh bands which stopped her taking longer steps. Instinctively she knew that turn back to the left at the foot of the stairs, six paces forward then turn right put her in drawing room, Mark's favourite place to relax at night. She felt wood flooring underfoot change to a lush carpet, and then to fur as he drew her further into the room, until guiding her down on the bearskin rug that lay in front of the gas fire. She felt the heat of the flame on her bare skin as she knelt, basking in the warmth and imaging how she looked at that moment.


She felt Mark kiss her on her forehead, wishing that it wasn't separated from them by the layer of leather, then sensed the vibrations through the floor as he walked away, leaving her alone briefly with her thoughts. So immersed in those churned up thoughts and feelings did she become, she failed to notice his return, flinching instinctively as his hands touched her shoulders, rubbing them in the same way that you would give someone a massage. Slowly, his hands moved away from her shoulders, tenderly wrapping themselves around her biceps, persuading them to come towards him. As his hands reached her elbows the movement changed direction. Now he was coaxing her arms behind her, causing her shoulders to rotate and her chest to push forward. Inexperienced in this game Jess was not know that he was testing her flexibility. With a sigh that was inaudible to Jess, he watched with delight as her elbows gently kissed each other with hardly an ounce of force. He had known that Jess was flexible and kept herself fit, but his wildest dreams were coming true.


As his hands continued their journey downwards, he noted with satisfaction that Jess's elbows hardly moved. She was now maintaining the position herself, almost teasing him. He desperately wanted to tie them as they were, but now was not the time. It was not what Jess had agreed to, and the last thing he wanted to do now was anything that said to her that he couldn't be trusted. Finally, his hands reached their goal, the cold steel of the cuffs encircling her tiny wrists. With his left hand, his fingers snagged the two shiny rings that jingled against the cuffs as they moved. His right hand extracted a small carabiner from his pocket, with which he quickly ensnared both rings, the click as the spring clip sprang back into it's housing satisfying to his ear. As soon as he released his grip on Jess's wrists, she tried to separate them, but found that they were now closely linked to each other. She was even more helpless than ever, but instead of fearing her situation, she now embraced it, her breathing slower and deeper than usual. She felt a familiar tingling between her legs, which momentarily alarmed her, scared as she was of the consequences of any signs arousal, but that fear was enough to check any feelings and they quickly passed.


Feeling the pressure on her knees, she shifted her weight slightly, making sure that her body moved away from the heat source. Unused to having to balance with her arms fixed behind her, she moved a little to far, letting out a squeal as gravity took over. Luckily Mark had predicted her movement and caught her, supporting her bodyweight while she settled herself on the bare skin, lying partly on her side, or as much as her arm would allow. Mark manoeuvred his own body so that her head rested in his lap and in that position the two remained, calming music filling the room, a little louder than expected, but he wanted Jess to be able to hear it through the padding over her ears, while he sensually moved his hands over her skin, occasionally lingering as they cupped and massaged her breasts. Every so often, Jess would shift her body as one part of the arm she lay upon got tired, but for the most part, she was happy to simply lay there, feeling safe in his arms. Although a part of her brain still wanted to rebel against everything on her body, she was experiencing for the first time, the sense of transfer of responsibility that those who enjoy bondage as part of a high stress lifestyle often refer to.


The only part of her not totally comfortable at that exact moment, was the part that was totally aware of the enormous erection that Mark sported. Unsurprising, considering she had just allowed him to fulfil one of his sexual fantasies, but none the less uncomfortable because she felt responsible for it, yet could do little in the conventional manner to relieve his condition, all three of usual sources of relief unavailable to her and him. It took her a whole to get across to him what she wanted to do, but eventually, like two lovers playing blind man's twister, she managed to arrange their bodies so that her hands were close to his crotch. With nimble fingers, she undid the button on the shorts he was so fond of wearing around the home, and unzipped them, feeling around in his underwear for the rampant member. All the while, she could feel Mark's arms around her, as if trying to tell her that she was doing it all herself, without his help. Gripping his dick in both palms she slowly began to massage it, drawing it towards her, gradually quickening her speed as she felt him get closer. With a long drawn out moan, Mark came, the warm sticky liquid spreading over Jess's wrists and back. He clung to her so tightly, it almost prevented her breathing.


Laying there on the rug, feeling Mark breathing heavily on the back of her neck, it occurred to Jess that at that moment, she was closer to him than she had ever felt. He had just shown her that despite feeling so very helpless, she was still needed by him, and was able to offer him some comfort. There was a clarity of thought that she rarely experienced, and she knew now what her decision would be when she spoke to Mark in the morning. Meanwhile, she had other things to occupy her mind, and her fingers began to search again for their target.


The next morning, Jess was awakened by the flood of light into her eyes as he lifted the hood over her head. It was a shock to her, not only being temporarily blinded by the sunlight, but she had managed to sleep through her collar removal. That sense of shock grew even more when she tried to shield her eyes, only to find her wrists still coupled behind her.


“Good morning babe,” her sight returned to his grinning face. “time to rise and shine for a new day.” The stiffness in her shoulders was a challenge to his enthusiasm. He threw back the sheets to reveal her nakedness, turning her face down so he could easily unclip her wrists. Feeling the release of the cuffs, she stretched her arms out, groaning in pain at their stiffness after so many hours behind her.


“How did I end up sleeping like that last night? Come to think of it, I don't remember going to bed”


“You can only blame yourself for that. You fell asleep after jerking me off for the third time, so I left you there, planning on releasing your hands when we went to bed. Only problem was that when I tried to let you out, you turned on your back and started shaking your head. That said to me that you weren't ready to come out of them, so I simply picked you up and carried you to bed. By the time you got their you were sound asleep again, and I guess that is just how you stayed until now. “Your clothes are out ready for you, so have a quick wash. You've just time for a little breakfast this morning.”


“How come, I'm already late?”


“I'll drive you since I've taken a half day. I want to spend some time with Gareth talking over some details for Friday evening. I've arranged to take the other half day on Friday afternoon so I can pick you up from work. That will give you a bit more time to get ready instead of having to rush things before the seven o'clock curfew.”


“How did you know I was going to agree to go with you? A bit presumptuous of you isn't it?” he could see from her smile she was toying with him.


“I guessed,” he shrugged his shoulders, “after last night's performance I suspect you were a bit more comfortable with the idea of being restrained.”


“It did feel good, although it took a while to get comfortable. One condition about Friday though.”


“Name it.”


“If I'm going to be the only one there in bondage, I don't want to look like a freak show. I want to look my best, just as if I was going to a normal evening event. That means a new outfit that goes with everything else I have to wear.” He watched as she finished dressing, pulling on her work dress uniform over bare legs before stepping into her flat, comfortable work shoes. She turned her back on him so he could do up the zip of the dress, saving a few more seconds of time.


“Seems like a very reasonable condition, not that I would have done that anyway.” He grabbed the car keys off the bedroom table, holding the door open while ushering her out of it. “Come on, let's get you to work, madam.”

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As a result of the lack of time for everything that needed to be done during her release period to help Jess through the weekend, there was little time for continuing Friday night's conversation. That didn't stop Jess from thinking about it almost constantly though. After all, with no sight, muffled hearing and speech made painful by the collar, communication was both difficult and frustrating. With little else achievable, it left a lot of time for contemplation, especially as sleep was often difficult as well in her state of anger of the nature of her punishment. Sometimes, she wondered if prison would be a preferable option.


Monday evening came, and with it a little more time. Schools were out for the week and traffic was lighter, making her bus ride home a little more comfortable and fifteen minutes quicker. Consequently and to Mark's surprise, Jess walked through the door at a quarter to six, a full seventy five minutes before she had to be hooded. He heard her run upstairs quickly followed by the sound of running bath water. She was determined to make the most of the extra time to luxuriate in a warm bath, instead of her usual rushed shower.


Recognising her intent, Mark poured her a glass of her favourite juice (non alcoholic because it would dehydrate her even quicker). The food he had prepared for her was being kept warm for her impending arrival. Loading it all on a tray, he carried it up to the bathroom, certain that she would appreciate the opportunity to create a little more relaxation time.


By the time he got upstairs, Jess was already naked and mostly immersed in bubble filled bath water. Naked, that is except for the steel circles around her wrists, waist and thighs and plunging through her partially spread legs. The key to release that wouldn't be available until 6.30, when a signal from the prison issued mobile phone would unlock the key box mounted to the bathroom wall.


That mobile controlled all aspects of Jess's imprisonment, from reading pressure sensor readings from the hood to show it was in place and correctly tightened, to sensing what time precisely the padlock on her belt was opened and shut. Being unlocked without authority meant seven days of no release. Most insidious of it's purposes was to read signals containing temperature and pulse rates from micro chips embedded in and around her clitoris and vagina. They had told her that it was designed to spot the tell tale signs of any orgasm or even near orgasm and would immediately report it to the authorities. The first time, she would be in the belt for a week and a non removable clitoral shield would be installed, using piercings, underneath the belt which would stay on her for two years, denying most women the possibility of orgasm, even when finally free of the curse of the belt. A second time, and she would be fitted with a full set of vaginal piercings, effectively preventing anything larger than a straw from getting inside her, and nipple shields, with locking rings and chains. For Jess, getting caught twice would mean ten years of total abstinence.


Sat on the edge of the bath, Mark watched Jess intently as she picked at the food with a fork, while laying back for Mark to gentle wash her hair for her. He hadn't seen her so relaxed for months, as the lead up to her trial and the forewarned expectation of a jail term had taken its toll on her nerves. At least for the next thirty minutes, he told himself, she seems to have forgotten everything going on. But far from forgetting it, what he hadn't realised was that Jess had come to a decision regarding the rushed conversation they had the previous Friday.


“Mark” she spoke softly, almost hesitantly, “about last Friday”. He was just about to tell her he was sorry but she cut him off. “I'm sorry I flew off the handle like that at you.” She looked up at him, with tears welling up. “I was at a low ebb, with the weekend looming and being so rushed, and it caught me completely off guard. Tell me honestly, are you really turned on having to lock me up?”

Mark blushed, thinking of how to put his answer so it wouldn't offend her again.


“In a way, yes it does, but that is only because it has been a fantasy of mine since childhood. Honestly though, I would have preferred it to be in different circumstances where we could explore the joy of it together, rather than it having been forced on you. That is something I would never do.”


“Why didn't you tell me before?”she looked questioningly at him, while continuing to take the occasional bite.


“I didn't know how to approach the subject, and to be honest, we already have, or at least had, a great sex life,” that last remark found him staring at the metal shield that was as much a punishment by denial for him as it was for her.


“So what led you to bring it up now then. You have to admit the timing was pretty bad.”


Mark took a deep breath. “A good friend of mine from work has known about my interest in bondage for years, as we share it. Every so often, he and his wife host a quiet and very private gathering for a select few friends and their partners, where one or the other will be expected to turn up in some sort of restraints. It's their way of enjoying being able to share their interests with others without the fear of being recognised in public.”


“Interesting,” Jess remarked casually, finally setting down her plate and getting on with the job of actually washing. There was little point in rushing as until 6.30, when Mark could finally remove the belt, the task couldn't properly be completed. “but I'm still not sure where I come into all this.”


“Well Gareth has invited me, and you, on a number of occasions to join them. Naturally until now, I've kindly declined his offers explaining that I was unsure how you would react to being invited to a bondage party, and not knowing how to overcome the difficulty of first bringing up the subject with you.” Jess just nodded understandingly.


“Until two weeks ago, I probably might have been a little hesitant myself, but things have changed slightly haven't they. The bondage is all to real for me now, and trust me, I ain't feeling remotely turned on by it. In hindsight though, having a bit of experience may not have been a bad idea, and reduced the psychological impact slightly.”


“I thought about that myself,” he admitted, “but by then it was too late and you were in no fit state mentally to take in anything like that.” Jess could do little except nod in agreement. “Anyway, Gareth read in the local newspaper about the unusual sentence handed down to a nurse for dangerous driving, He knew your first name, and asked me if it was you that was involved.” Jess blanched at the memory of having the story read to her during her first night of blackness. The thought that somebody else had not only seen it but recognised her name was almost too much.


Mark saw the look of fear and tried to calm her. “No, it's all right.” He wrapped his arms around her, getting his shirt soaked for his troubles. “Gareth thought the punishment unduly harsh, and would like to help in some way. We talked at length after I confirmed it was you, and that I would be looking after you. He had me describe what you have to go through and was appalled. A while later, after thinking about it for a while, he came up with what, to me anyway, is a sensible suggestion.”


“Go on, I'm listening, but don't forget the time. It's almost 6.30 so grab the camera and cutters.”Jess stood up, sending a tidal wave of bathwater over then end of the bath. Holding the numbered tag for the camera, she let him take obligatory photo to prove that the belt had not been removed since yesterday. Having received permission to remove the belt on the phone, he cut and removed the tag, allowing the belt to spring apart and fall to her feet, immersed in what was left of the water. Quickly, Jess used the shower hose to clean herself where the belt had denied access, while Mark cleaned the belt off, ready to go back on her in twenty minutes time. Fortunately, the belt didn't stop her using the toilet, so that didn't factor into things to do when unbelted, but it could get messy, so daily cleaning was an essential and a good reason not to get locked in for longer than a day.


While they each worked around each other, Mark continued to explain Gareth's suggestion. “One of the problems you will have to face eventually is appearing in public in your hood, collar and cuffs.” Jess shuddered at even the thought of having to appear in public. So far, Mark had done everything for her, avoiding the need for her to open her front door, let alone step outside. “He suggested that you need to gain a little confidence, both in how you will be accepted by the public, and how to cope if you find yourself alone.”


“I don't think I'll ever be ready for that!”


“But at some point you will have to,” Mark was right of course and she knew it. Weekends would be particularly long and lonely if she were to remain indoors for the entire year, hooded and alone if Mark was called into work.


“So what does Gareth suggest then?” She had finished towelling herself down and was ready for her belt to go back on her, always the first stage in year night time prep.


“He has offered to invite a small number of friends around on Friday, who are very familiar with seeing people in bondage and the issues that arise. You and I are going to be guests of honour for the evening. He thinks it will be easier for you to accept being seen in your hood, if you feel that the people around you are sympathetic to you. I know you can barely hear conversation in the hood, and can only just talk when you want to. Don't forget, these folks are used to listening to people who are gagged and talking to hooded partners, so you might get to enjoy a few chats, even if you can't see who you are talking to.”


“That actually sounds reasonable when you put it that way” she replied thoughtfully. “I'll think about it overnight and let you know how I feel in the morning. Mark had finished with her belt by now and had the phone in his hand. She playfully pulled a pose for the camera, as if modelling the belt for those seeing the images in some distant office. Before you put the hood on for the night, I want you to do one thing for me tonight.”


He was holding out a robe for her to slip into, her usual evening wear since her court appearance, but this time she put out a hand to stop him. “not tonight, I want to do something different. “ She turned to face him, putting her arms over his shoulders so her naked body was pressed against him. “Mark, I realise that I cannot have any pleasure for the next year, but I would be selfish to deny you any, particularly as you are the one who has stood by me and helped me in so many ways in the recent months. You told me that you enjoyed putting me in my restraints, so I'm going to be brave and play along for now..I have no idea what it feels like to have my arms restrained, but if we are to leave this house, then I suppose I should get used to the idea of having these cuffs connected. So once I'm hooded tonight, find something to lock them together and enjoy the evening pretending I am your naked slave girl. I'll tell you when I've had enough.”


The startled look on Mark's face as her words sunk in caused Jess to break into laughter, until it was stifled by the kiss that he gave her. “Just be fucking careful,” she warned him jokingly. “If I get turned on, you'll find yourself in a chastity belt for a year to match mine. Now get that fucking hood on me before you land me in trouble mister.” She made a grab for his balls to emphasise her words, but he evaded her hand, spinning her around while grabbing for the hood. Seconds later she was once more plunged into darkness.
Chapter 03. Jess - A year in SSDP
The story of a woman's year in a alternative punishment regime.

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