FILE3>Dimmy/Kimmy

My caregiver held out a new picture: me, topless, with a bib strapped around my neck and the top of a diaper peeking out.  But in the foreground, my hands were raised to cover my face, showing the red imprints of rope that had only just been taken off.  I looked nervously at the photo, then at the women.  I was learning how these games worked... she was going to tie me up. 

"How much longer do I have to be here?  I don't want to be here..."

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"How much longer do you have to be here? That's a question I should be asking you, Kimmy. How much longer do you have to be here? How much longer before you come to your sense, how much longer before you learn? It's going to be some time, isn't it? You're very pretty, honey, but awfully dim."

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"I'm not dim!  I'm smart!  You're the idiot, trying to keep me locked up in here!" 

"You see, that was such a stupid response." The woman tucked the picture into her pocket and pulled out a long strip of vinyl rope.  My stomach flipped and I realized quickly the mistake I'd made. 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!  Please!"

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"If you were smart, you wouldn't make mistakes like opening your mouth and talking silly nonsense, provoking responses like this." 

Kimmy glared daggers, but the woman grabbed her wrists all the same.

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I tried to pull away, but the caregiver expertly wrapped the rope around my wrist.  My physical resistance was faltering.  It was so hard to stand up against someone like her - bigger, stronger, who had demonstrated her capability to throw me around like a doll in a washing machine.  Finally, my wrists were bound in front of me, dressed in nothing but my usual white diaper.  I hated her... and, in some sick, awful way... I didn't.

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Binding Kimberly was easy; her body fought but her mind wanted to lose; it kept her at a disadvantage when her eyes could be looked into and surrender seen. She knew she was meant to be here, but she needed it to be shown to her; the caregiver grabbed the rope and hoisted it up over a hook in the ceiling, pulling on it once, twice, until Kimmy was on her tiptoes. 

"How long will it take for you to break, Kimberly? How long will your fans get to watch?"

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"Fuck you!" I shouted, hoping to incite a reaction.  I wanted to see her get angry.  I wanted to get under her skin.  But with a few clicks of her tongue, she walked away like I hadn't said anything at all.  I struggled to stay on my toes, tugging at the rope with my whole weight.  It didn't budge.  I looked down at the diaper between my legs and I knew she wouldn't come back until I'd used it.  Slowly, day after day, I was growing more and more helpless...