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Together we step out of the isolation chamber and with my arm still around her shoulders, I guide her over to a small cabinet near the shower.

She turns her head as I guide her to the door and she stares wantonly at me. I glance at her and next Pretty girl rubs her bare upper torso against me while looking up at me hopefully with big doe like eyes.

Without warning I reach for the strap around her elbows and tightly compress them together to two inches apart as she screams. I wait a few minutes for her to adjust the now old but familiar past position and the tension of her breasts.

I cup and rub the underside of her breasts. I must say I love how hard her nipples can get, which my fingers are purposely avoiding.

“Kneel before me pretty girl. Show me you are my total slave girl.”

She leans close to me and says in a low sweet whisper:

“Please understand. I will not do that. I have to be me. You have me trapped here but good, I will be your slave girl, but not like that.”

This girl, like all girls some times get in the mood. I will not tolerate such an attitude and like all slaves, this girl is going to learn the hard way. And training her does make me hard…. If you catch my drift.

I open the cabinet and pick up a small red leather sack like object. While I continue to hold her bare body against me, I turn the red leather inside out and find the three-inch red prod from the outside cover of the latex as she stares at me intently, watching my every move.

My left hand grips the back of her neck and I point the prod at her mouth and say:

“Now this can be easy or hard.

It is up to you and you should consider becoming obedient and obeying me but whatever you decide, I have decided that this discipline helmet is going on your head, my pretty girl.”

Her arms begin a violent twisting behind her back. Her strong legs begins kicking and flaying about with the confines of the ankle hobble as I lift her in the air by her waist and lower her to the floor sitting on her gloved hands and that cute, warm, struggling butt and bending down

I lay on top of her back as I reach for her head and hair, my weight pressing her upper body into the hard floor.

I can feel her gloved hands twisting, trying to grab me through the red leather glove. The unrelenting leather holds her arms inescapably but she continues to pull and twist.

I spread my legs so she cannot roll underneath me and as I pull her head back, once again the red latex prod is in front of her mouth.

She screams through clenched teeth:

“NO! NO! Nooooooo!!!”

“Sorry, pretty girl, these days the word No is not in your vocabulary.

Now when this discipline helmet finally comes back off, the only two word I want to hear you say are ‘Yes, please’ and that should be right after you kneel at my feet.”

I whisper in her ear, just before I bite it:

I hold the prod in her mouth and with my other hand I pull the sheath over her head, gather up her hair in the latex and begin to tighten the laces. It only takes two seconds.

Still sitting on her, I adjust the helmet until her nose pops through the cut out, allowing unrestricted breathing. The ovals are positioned over each eye and the mouth area.

I make sure the air holes are over her nose and the ear and eye pad are positioned correctly before I yank the laces tight until it fits extremely snug hugging her head and face and then I tie the laces off with a bowtie.

Next I tighten a strap around her head at her mouth, pushing her prod even deeper into her. The final step is to roll the bottom of the hood around her neck up over the laces and insert the padlock through the two eyelets at the back on her neck.

A stifled groan escapes her, a groan that is transformed into a cry filled with despair and horror. At the same time she is again trying to recoil from me, turning and shaking her head in an attempt to escape the thing now invading her mouth.

Now the hood can only be removed with my key. She shakes and twists her head in protest. The soft leather that encases her whole head is so snug that the girl’s features are faintly outlined. There are small holes for breathing that is all.

Taking her from and extended stay in an isolation chamber almost immediately to a discipline hood I know I should have her soon reaching the stage where her mind will want to kill me and her body will want to fuck me.

What young woman can resist the combination of loving corporal punishment and pure lust?