After dinner Ambuda removed my corset and after allowing me to take a piss (clearly for the last time that night), Ambuda placed my arms into a black ...eather arm binder, which buckled my arms together and folded in front of my chest. This is how I stayed in my cell overnight, now unable to even use my hands! This change is routine continued for another week five days. This means my captivity took on a whole new theme with strict bondage being added to my already monotonous life in a tiny prison. "I turned to the mirror and couldn't believe what I saw. The image thatstared back at me was not me, not even close! What was looking back was acute teen aged girl. I was so ashamed. Like what you see? Yes you are going to make the boys drool aren't you?"she smiled. "Time for your unveiling sissy, but I think you haveforgotten something first." What have I forgotten?" You forgot to thank me for your new clothes and look," she smiled."Thank you Aunt Sharon," I said meekly."You don't sound. With my hand over his I guided his fingers to penetrate me and rub me. My other hand rubbed his cock through his shorts. I could tell he was not as big as Jeff, but still had nothing to be ashamed of. I pulled his fingers out of me, I could smell the hot musky scent of me wet pussy. I dropped to my knees again and pulled off his shorts and boxers. I was right he was smaller, but not small, around 7”. For the second time that night I took a guy who was not my husband into my mouth. While I. Your bed is a tangled mess again and, like before, you are laid face down. Only this time your nightie is up around your waist. Your youthful, rounded bottom gleams palely in the moonlight and I can see the shadow of your sex and the rosebud mark between your slightly spread thighs. I stand quietly watching you. You are so beautiful. Only on the verge of full womanhood, but so very desirable. My groin responds.Suddenly, you whimper again and you shift on the bed, opening your legs wider and.