an oversized pink dildo, tied tightly into my mouth with a ribbon of strong pink nylon.

Dressed in this outfit, I was not only completely helpless, but also speechless as well. I tried talking, but all I could manage was to drool helplessly down my chin, which Miko tenderly wiped off for me. I tried crawling about, but found that the bonds at my hands and feet had been cunningly criss-crossed, so that every time I pulled my left hand forward, it pulled my right foot backwards, and vice-versa. It was like being a clumsy, uncoordinated infant all over again!

The three of them tenderly picked me up and placed me in the oversized crib, which Eric proceeded to lock shut. Inside the four-foot-square cage; I crawled about as best I could, noting that the bars were just wide enough apart for me to stick my head through if I twisted and squeezed, maybe, but definitely too close together to accomodate the rest of my body.

"You wouldn't believe the figuring it took to get those bars just right," Eric yawned as he spoke, and blinked his red eyes a few times. "They had to look good and strong, but I wanted them to give a feeling of warmth; Iron bars just ain' sexy. An' they hadda be wide enough apar' that you could see all of you buh yuh stilll coon geht ouuuuu..

And he just folded up, his head slumped forward and his legs bending beneath him with an almost comic gracefulness as he fell to the floor and began snoring loudly.

"Oh dear!" I said

or tried to; What came out was "Moomph-meempf!"

I raised my hands to my face to pull out the gag-pacifier -or: tried to! With my hands and feet bound and bagged as they were, the only way I could get my hands even close to my face was by getting up on my knees and bending way over, in sort of a half-somersault, so that the weight of my legs on top forced my trunk to bend far enough that my satin-mittened hands got almost to the gag... just a little further... I wriggled and stretched.

And then someone reached through the bars and tugged down my diaper!

Eeek! I squirmed around, dumping myself onto my back (Which, in this bondage, meant that my feet were forcibly lifted off the mattress by the bondage to my hands, so that I was lying there like a turtle on its back, elbows and knees bent, arms and legs waving laughably) and scooched down, trying to draw the diaper back up by the friction on the mattress as I looked up to see who had done this and why.

Miko and Ushi smiled down at me through the bars.