Chapter 11


Scott awoke the next day to find the morning light shining through his window and onto the carpet in the middle of his room.  He tried to get up only to immediately become reminded of his predicament.  He was still tightly strapped in, laying in a very dirty diaper and unable to move.  He suckled nervously on the pacifier in his mouth, hoping the rabbit would come and rescue him soon.  He halfheartedly struggled against his restraints, but to no avail.  After what felt like an eternity the leopard heard the door open, and the rabbit softly padded in.  Cooing softly, she lowered the rail of the crib and began to unstrap him from his restraints.  She placed a paw on his diapered front and squeezed it gently, “My my, we are a messy one this morning, aren’t we?”  Lifting the leopard with the ease of a strongman she deposited him on the changing table and strapped his wrists and ankles in.  Scott wanted nothing but to be changed from the diaper he was in.  The rabbit went about her business grabbing a fresh diaper, baby powder, and baby oil.  Unbuttoning Scott’s sleeper she set to work cleaning him up, Scott felt relieved and incredibly pleasured as he was freshly powdered and padded up into a clean, daytime diaper.  He arched his back slightly and moaned with pleasure into his pacifier.


The rabbit turned and walked over to the large closet, she leaned in and began removing several things from it.  Scott strained but couldn’t raise his head more than a few inches from the changing table as he was securely strapped in.  He felt a little apprehensive, he still had no idea what exactly was in that closet and what the rabbit had in store for him.  She’d kept him on the tip of his paws the entire time and Scott felt incredibly subject to her will.  Turning around, Scott saw that her arms seeming to be full of a large managery of straps and buckles, his mind racing he realized that she was carrying a baby blue colored straight jacket.  His eyes widened as she began to unstrap him from the changing table.  Gently humming to him she him stood up on the floor, and swiftly and efficiently without giving Scott a chance to refute what was going to happen to him, she threw the straightjacket over his head and pulled it down, threading his arms into the sleeves.  Scott to a cautionary step back but the rabbit quickly spun him around and began pulling the straps tight behind his back as well as pulling under and tightly strapping the crotch strap, which to his surprise was about three inches wide.   Scott felt a pressure on his neck and before he knew it he realized that, “She put a collar on me?!” he thought in bewilderment.  He spat out the pacifier in his mouth and was just about to ask her what in the world she had in mind he found another pacifier unceremoniously stuffed in his mouth and kept in by a strap behind his head.  


Scott tried moving his arms and speaking, but his heart began to pound he found he was completely incapacitated.  Scott felt excited, scared, and at the rabbit’s mercy.  His excitement pushed against his diaper and the crotch strap as the rabbit attached a leash to his collar, and sweetly said, “Now come along dear, it’s time to get your day started!”  With little choice to do otherwise, the leopard walked agreeably behind the rabbit as she lead him down the stairs, the thick diaper between his legs pushing against him and causing him to waddle slightly.  She lead him into the kitchen and lifted him into his high chair, strapping him in tightly, which almost seemed redundant as the leopard was already quite well restrained.  He watched her as she prepared breakfast, softly singing to herself in an enchanting voice.  Scott squirmed with pleasure, he was completely at the rabbit’s mercy.  He hadn't realized how much he would enjoy such a feeling of helplessness.  He now saw that the rabbit quickly taken control of his entire life.  He wondered if he’d be able to get out of his predicament if he wanted.  However just as he began to worry, the rabbit had finished up breakfast and was undoing his pacifier restraint and putting a bib on him.  He opened his mouth and a few times, feeling a little bit sore, having spent the night suckling his dummy.  But quickly found a spoon with scrambled egg in it.  


He ate appreciatively, the rabbit really was an excellent cook.  After he had finished his eggs and bits of sausage, the rabbit began feeding him strawberry and banana yogurt, his personal favorite.  She wiped the yogurt from around his maw affectionately, Scott looked deep into her eyes, the maternal warmth that emanated from there was still very present, and he found himself feeling as if he was melting into a warm pool of love and affection.  He’d do anything the rabbit wanted, her pure intention and empathy towards him made him feel as if he was the most important person in her world.  He’d do anything to make her happy and proud of him.  She reached down a paw and slipped a finger into the lining of his diaper, and then padded the front of his diaper.  “Good boy, still dry.”  He grinned at her, happy to make her happy.  As she cleaned him up he once again inserted the strapped pacifier and secured it on him.  He squirmed with giddiness, breakfast had been really good.


Quickly the rabbit put away the dishes and breakfast items and began to unstrap him from the highchair.  She picked him and carried him into the living room.  Yet another surprise awaited him there.  The rabbit had taken it upon herself to unpack all of the boxes he had ordered, where she had hidden the contents he had no idea, but he saw that the living had been transformed into a play area for him.  The floor was covered in toys: stuffed animals, large legos, puzzles, dolls, cars, anything that a child could possibly want to play with.  And in the corner stood a large, industrial sized playpen.  Scott’s pacifier would have fallen out of his mouth if it hadn’t been strapped in in awe as he saw the behemoth in his living room.  He had seen on the shopping site that the thing was no joke, but seeing it put together in his living took his breath away.  


The playpen had several locking mechanisms and restraints within it, allowing various forms of incapacitation to be administered to the preferences of the bondage victim.   These included leg straps, arm straps, body straps, cuffs for the hands overhead, in the corner, and even below the individual.  There was an adjustable top that allow the individual to be locked in.  The sides were made out of a carbon fiber mesh that while it was possible to see through, to tear through would require incredible strength.  The thing was built like a fortress.  To his excitement he found the rabbit heading straight for the playpen, lowering him into it he allowed her to place his ankles into some leg straps in the corner, limiting his mobility in the playpen.  He looked up at her as she raised the lockable roof over his head, and told him to be a good little boy as she worked around the house.  His tail raised and twitched in happy excitement behind his well padded bottom.  He’d do anything to make the rabbit happy.  She left him to his thoughts, he stayed there on his padded bottom and looked around.  He pulled against his restraints, enjoying the restriction of his movements.