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I had some while on base and wore in my barracks room, but I was never caught.  I wasnt caught until my wife found my stash at my house.  The closest was during a room inspection while I was working nights.  I was wearing a M4 to bed when they came in.  I was under covers and wearing sweatpants and a shirt but still not what I wanted

I appreciate your continued support! My plan is to finish it myself. Should I not do so, I'll consider some options. But I wouldn't worry too much.  Two? Hmmm. I think being a thirty-something is pretty great as well. Let's just wander back to that office already and be done with this silliness! 

“You don’t have to worry about school here,” Aiko laughed, “we can play and have fun here forever.” Azumi approached them when they finished the worksheets, ”children, time to go outside.”

Next chapter done.   Chapter 20   What to do with a problem called Sam.   When I got back to the nursery everyone was beavering away either making up the cots or preparing nappies for tonight, or just generally cleaning up. Jenny was hoovering the nursery carpet with one of the new Dyson machines.   Sam was still in her cot, still gagged, still trying to scream and still pulling against her restraints.   Tony stopped me from going over to her and called everyone back through to the changing room.   “As some of you may be aware were in a delicate position with Samantha. So far normal persuasion and coercion methods have been unsuccessful and she’s fighting the usual methods we employ to integrate her into our normal processes. Were at a tipping point at the moment and we could take one of two directions. We can either try one more day of keeping her immobilized in her cot to see if that has any effect, or we could mover her up a notch and try a more aggressive track.   How do you feel Daniel, she is your prime responsibility?”   “Well two or three times now she has given indications that she’s willing to comply, but when the opportunity arises, she’s shown a tendency to not only be defiant but also violent. I have taken a hit since day one as did Simon this morning, I think given the opportunity she would run in her present state”   “I agree” said Ann. “She’s showing the classic tendencies of a week one runner.   We will need to up the intensity of Samantha’s treatment drastically, she’s very aggressive and appears to be very, very good at manipulation”   “So where do we go from here?” I asked.   Having seen David’s treatment and that of the kids in Windsor nursery I wondered to what level drastic treatment went.   “Ok here’s what we’ll do” said Tony.   “let’s hold off cranking up the intensity for the moment, I’d like to let Daniel have another crack at Samantha today and see if he can turn her around. We’ll leave her up here for the rest of the morning cooling off in her cot.  Daniel you can un-gag her and see what reaction you get.   After lunch I’d like us to get her downstairs and into the cage room for the afternoon, either restrained or not, Daniel I’ll leave that decision to you.   Before you take her down though I suggest that you take her into Andover to see David, explain what’s happening to him and why, seeing him may open her eyes to a fruitless attempt at running”   I nodded.   “If she has been better behaved this afternoon then we can take her through for dinner, she’s not had a sit-down meal since the feast so she may be receptive to a decent meal even if it’s in a highchair”   “Full punishment dress and nappies I assume?” I asked.   “Absolutely, in fact I would also add reigns as well, not for a punishment effect but more for control. The reigns can be attached to the highchair and it’s easier to hold on to them if and when you have a control problem with her.        Anybody else have any other input?”   No one offered.   “Right Daniel you go and work on Samantha, everyone else carry on.   Oh, Daniel one other thing you might like to warn Samantha about is that although Happy Summers is a six-week camp we decide who graduates and when. If it takes longer than six weeks, then it takes as long as is necessary”   “Ok”   That was a new revelation, something else new. I walked back through to find Sam had calmed down and was laying on her back in her cot. Still in her sleeper gagged and restrained.   She spotted me enter the nursery and screamed at me through her gag as I walked toward her.   “Are you ready to talk to me calmly?”   She nodded.   “If I take your gag out will you listen to me and not scream and swear?”   She nodded again.   I lowered the side of the cot and sat down next to her on the mattress. I could see that she was very hot as her hair was soaking with sweat and she had sweat beads on her forehead.   “Are you hot?”   She nodded again”   “I’ll be right back”   I went through to the bathroom and grabbed a flannel, ran it under a cold tap for a while then rang it out ant went back through to Sam. I sat down on the mattress again and placed the cold flannel on her forehead.   “I’m going to take your gag out now, but if you kick off it goes straight back in, do you understand?”   She nodded again.   “Lift your head for me then”   She lifted her head and I undid the strap, I noticed her pillow was soaked with sweat as I pulled the straps from behind her head. I deflated the gag and pulled it from her mouth.   “About fu” She stopped herself from completing the sentence.   “Thank you” She croaked.   “Would you like a bottle, your throat seems a little dry”   She again nodded.   I went over to the fridge and took out a bottle, I thought it better to leave it chilled rather than warm it seeing as she was so hot.   I again sat down and offered the teat to her lips which she took and started to suck without comment or fuss.   “What am I going to do with you Samantha? I thought we were getting along, and you were going to settle in and knuckle down, so what was this morning all about?”   She spat the teat out of her mouth,   “That little wanker told you didn’t he”   “Who”   “That posh wanker James”   I lied to her. “James didn’t say anything to me other than what I told you he said. And please can we stop the language otherwise this chat is over”   She looked intently at my face, and I’m sure she couldn’t tell if I was lying or not, but she could see that I was serious.   “Well Simon snitched on me, he deserved the bloody nose I gave him” “There are many things at Happy Summers which aren’t allowed and at the very, very top of that list is violence. You can’t just go around punching people because they say something you don’t like, we will not accept violence against anyone be it staff or camper, do you understand?”   She nodded and took the teat and started sucking again.   “Why do you want to run?”   She spat the teat out again.   “Because I don’t want to be here, why do you think? Do you think I want to bed dressed like a baby and treated like a baby, have to shit in a nappy and have someone change it, course I fuc, course I don’t. I want to go home, be with my mates, do the things I normally do”   “What like beat up little old ladies you mean”   “Look that was an accident, she fell over when I grabbed her bag because she wouldn’t let go of it, I didn’t mean to hurt her”   “But by the act of you stealing her bag you hurt her, whether she had fallen over or not she will be mentally scared forever. Scared of children in the street, worried one of them will try to rob her again, she may even never come out of her home again because she would be scared of it happening again”   Sam’s face changed from arrogant to concern.   “Do you have a grandma?”   She spat the teat out”   “Nanna Grace” She smiled and nodded.   “How would you feel if it was your nanna, frightened? Scared? or even hurt?”   Her face turned from concern to worry.   “I’d, I’d kill em!”   “How do you think the lady who you hurt’s grandson or daughter feels about the girl who hurt their Nanna, do you think they want to kill you?”   A little tear appeared in the corner of Sam’s eye. This was the first emotion I’d seen from her other than fear and anger. Maybe she wasn’t a lost cause after all.   “I didn’t think, I wasn’t trying to hurt her honest, I just needed the cash.   “Why, what for?” “Frank! Frank told me to do her, he needed the cash for some speed”   “Who’s Frank?”   “My mate”   “Nice mate this Frank is then”   “He’s ok”   “Nice mates don’t get 12-year-olds to rob little old ladies do they”   This time a look or realization on her face.   “So, what’s so special about this frank then, what makes him such a great guy?”   “He’s nice, he gives me things, he has a nice place, and his mates are fun even some of the older ones”   “How old?”   “I dunno old like my dad old and sometimes like my grandad old”   “So, what does he give you”   “You know, fags, drink. A load of us meet round his and get smashed, then sometimes we end up having a fuck”   “Who with”   “Whoever’s there, whoever fancies me”   “What even the older guys”   “Yea sometimes, why what’s it got to do with you, I’m not hurtin anyone”   I sat and stared at her in disbelief, she’d become inducted into a sex ring and didn’t know it.   “So, what happens after the sex?”   “Nothing I normally sleep, when I wake up Frank gives me a few quid to go buy something nice for myself”   “Don’t you feel that he’s using you”   “How’d ya mean using me”   “Well, he gets you drunk, gets you to have sex with older men, then gives you money, sounds to me like he’s using you even selling you to older men for sex” Sam had another realization look, this time shock as it dawned on her I was right. I didn’t want to use the word paedophiles but that’s what these men were. Frank was running a paedophile ring.   Sam welled up then really let loose, tears flowed she was really upset this time not about her predicament but more because of being let down by someone she felt she trusted, who she had now realized was really just using her.   I undid her wrist restraints and sat her up. She hugged me and I hugged her back as she cried uncontrollably on my Shoulder, gripping me hard and not letting go. After about half an hour or so the crying subsided and she relaxed her grip a Little.   “How many girls has this Frank got running around doing his dirty work for him Sam?”   “There are 3 of us, oh and a little kid as well, he’s so cute, he’ll do anything for us, he’s like having a baby brother”   “How old is he then?   “I think he’s eight or nine”   “Does he get money as well   “Yea, we all go out and get sweets and stuff some we nick and some we pay for”   This situation was far worse than I had encountered before, and way above anything I could sort out here. I’d come across many forms of abuse in my short life but nothing akin to this organised ring.   Sam pulled away and looked me right in the eye.   “I’m gonna kill that fucker when I get out of here”   Sam had just clicked, all of a sudden she’d realized in her own mind exactly what frank and his so-called mates were doing to all of them.   “I’m gonna smash his fucking face in next time I set eyes on him, he’s been using me, all of us, even the little kid. I always wondered why he was rubbing his bum all the time, poor little bastard”   “Sam, trust is a thing that needs to be earned, it’s a thing that can sometimes take ages to earn but sometimes you need to trust someone and believe they are doing their best for you and in the right circumstances a bond is created”   “How’d you mean.   ” I want you to trust me, I want you and I to create a bond of trust here and now. But trust is a two-way thing, I need to know that I can trust you like I want you to trust me”   “How can I trust you, you’ve got me tied up in a baby’s cot dressed like a baby. The day before yesterday you were playing with my fanny and pinning me in a nappy, you’re no different than those other dirty fuckers”   “Yes I admit it may seem to you that we’re abusing you, but we would never harm you in anyway. What we do here at happy summers is to try to help you help yourself, help you open up to the inner you, find out what’s causing the problems and show you the best way forward. After years of development, we have found that the system we have here works.   You’re a testament to that right now.   We’ve found out that your being abused by this Frank bloke and his mates, you’ve always known that, but your brain has been disguising the fact to help you cover up the pain you feel, not the physical pain but the mental pain and anguish.   Sam’s face changed again from anger to utter sadness, and she had a crying fit again, she grabbed me and we hugged again rocking a little as she cried on my shoulder.   I let her cry it out.   When she had stopped crying she was gently sobbing so I whispered, “I’m going to trust you now Samantha, I’m going to undo your leg restraints, can I trust you not to do anything silly?” She nodded a yes still with her head buried in my shoulder.   I relaxed my grip and she relaxed hers. I moved down the bed and undid her ankle straps, she pulled her legs up and curled herself into a tight ball lying on her side with her back to me, still sobbing. I didn’t say anything, because there wasn’t much I could say to her, I just raised the bars to the cot and left her to it.   Everyone was in the changing room when I walked in, and they all gave me a quiet hand clap.   “Bloody marvellous Daniel, that was bloody marvellous”   I smiled, went red at all the attention but felt sick to my stomach. How could we as a society allow children to be in harm’s way, at the mercy of these people who befriend kids to take advantage of them and abuse them.   “Right, I need to have a word with Mrs Thompson right away, we need to put a warning out to the authorities about this Frank and his associates and see if we can get them caught.   Are you ok Daniel you look a little pail?” Asked Ann.   I rushed over to the sink in the corner and threw up my breakfast, Ann came over and put her arm around my shoulder and tried to console me.   I’d never felt this way before, ok I’d been involved for years working with kids and heard some horrible stories but nothing like this nothing that’s so close. I felt like my heart had been ripped out and I’d been kicked in the guts. I started to cry.   Everyone came over and we all had a team hug, the girls were all a little teary eyed and even Lawrence looked like he was about to burst into tears himself. We stood for what seemed ages and nobody moved until we had all shared and shown our emotions.   “Thanks everyone, I needed that”   “As did we all” said Ann.   “You young man, are a very special person, very special indeed” She continued.   “Here, here” said everyone.   “I would really like to meet this Frank guy in a dark alleyway and kick the shit out of him big time. I have to say I’m not a violent guy but that’s just got to me, sorry everyone”   “Nothing to be sorry about Daniel, I think we all feel the same” said Tony.   “Look you go take a break, go outside and have a wander, get some fresh air. Come back in half an hour and we can continue with Samantha’s rehabilitation. Now she’s opened up she should be a little more amenable and easier to work with”   I wandered downstairs, past the classrooms, through the boot room and into the fresh air. I was a little blown away, still very upset, angry, disgusted, loads of emotions all spinning round at the same time.   I wandered over to the jetty by the lake and stared down at my reflection in the water. The little dinghies that were tied up were swaying in the wind, creating little ripples in the water.   The mast wires were clanging and dinging against the metal masts almost chiming like a church bell, one moment in unison then each one on its own. A face appeared alongside mine in the water, it was mum.   “How you been little-un”   “Not bad”   “I see you have a new job”   “Yea!”   “Are you happy?”   “I was until today”   “It’ll pass” “I know”   “You’re a caring person, sometimes it hurts”   “I know, it hurts so much right now mum”   “It’ll pass. Later you’ll be as right as rain again”   “I know. I miss you mum”   “I know you do son, but you’ll survive without me. You just keep going, you’re doing a good job”   “Thanks mum”   “She is nice by the way, I like her, she’ll be good for you”   “I know”   “Bye Daniel”   “Bye mum, will I see you again”   “If you need me you will”   I focused on the water again and instead of mum I saw Jane in the reflecting water.   “You ok Daniel?”   I turned and smiled at her.   “I am now seeing you here”   “Want a hug” She asked.   Jane pulled me close and we hugged. It was nice, it was comforting.   “I love you Jane” I whispered.   “I know you do, and I love you too, I have done since I first laid eyes on your wet trousers”   We both laughed.   We hugged tighter, then we kissed, not a hard on passionate kiss just a first date exploring kiss, I was smitten, could I have found the true love of my life, yet again time would tell as would a lot of things at Happy Summers.   Next time were back with Pete and Jenny in the morning after the night before.   Chapter 20.docx

I have a question for you: would you describe ABDL as an expensive niche in your country? I’m referring mainly to local, dedicated shops operating within your country, not products ordered cheaply from China, Etsy, or other international sources. I’m from Poland, and while the ABDL niche here is relatively small, there are a few themed stores. Unfortunately, their products tend to be very expensive in relation to local earnings and also compared to other kink niches. For context: The average monthly salary in Poland is around 8,000 PLN (approx. 2,000 USD). That figure mainly applies to larger cities, but let’s treat it as a general average for simplicity. A loaf of bread costs about 6–8 PLN (approx. 1.50–2 USD), and a liter of fuel costs around 7 PLN (approx. 1.75 USD). Now, comparing fetish items: A basic, inexpensive butt plug costs around 17 PLN (approx. 4 USD), and 5 meters of jute rope for bondage costs about 18 PLN (approx. 4.50 USD). Compared to ABDL-themed products, these are extremely affordable. For example: A large adult pacifier costs around 140 PLN (approx. 35 USD) A rubber feeding bib costs about 80 PLN (approx. 20 USD) A pack of 5 diapers costs around 250 PLN (approx. 62 USD)   That feels relatively expensive, especially considering that many ABDL items (like diapers, creams etc.) need to be purchased regularly, not just once. I’m curious how it looks in your countries (especially outside the USA, though I’d also love to hear American perspectives). Would you say ABDL is expensive where you live? Again, I’m focusing on local shops, not importing from abroad. For instance, ABDL spiked boots can cost us around 1,300 PLN (approx. 325 USD) after shipping and customs fees, which is nearly one-seventh of an average monthly salary. And we’re not even thinking about items like straightjackets or fully dedicated little beds, which are on an entirely different price level. I want to emphasize that this is more about curiosity than complaining, I’m genuinely interested in how the pricing compares internationally.