The Measure of Elliott

Despite her own fears, Juniper found herself nodding.

"That's my good brave girl," Doctor Elliott beamed and scooted forward. "We'll go very slowly, and you can play with the pieces as much as you like before we put them on. How does that sound?"

"That sounds... not scary, Daddy." Juniper pushed a relieved sigh.

"You're doing so well, baby butt." The first piece of the chastity belt was placed around her tummy just above her hips, the flat ends clasped together at her belly button to see which notch would fit best. Doctor Elliott held the belt together with one hand and slid her finger around the inside to make sure there was enough breathing room. "Does that feel okay? Do you need it a tiny bit looser?"

"That's okay, Daddy," Juniper mumbled mindlessly and wanted nothing more than expert fingers petting her between her legs again.

"Good, you hold this part for me while I get the other." Juniper's hands moved down to hold them in place while Doctor Elliott reached behind herself for the under strap.

Again, the second piece was very different to the one she knew back at the ranch. It was shiny and smooth like the other piece she was still holding around her tummy, flimsy and bouncy too. It flared slightly where it would fit over her private parts, wide enough to fit over the entirety of her undercarriage without chafing her private's like Sir's one — which was a solid, thin piece of rusty iron that had sharp bevelled edges and spikes that pressed inwards around the opening her urine voided out of. She wasn't thrilled about the prospect of wearing the new one, but she was slowly beginning to acclimate to the idea that it wouldn't be physically painful.

"Would you like to feel?" Doctor Elliott asked. "Here. I'll hold the piece around your waist, you take this and see what you think." They switched accessories.

Juniper examined it carefully, the tip of her finger running around the smooth dull edges. There was also a flare where the metal would fit snugly over her bottom, a hole in the center that she presumably would go to the bathroom through — although it was a very large hole for such small extrusions. Juniper couldn't help but wonder whether it was designed with the thought in mind that a dominant might want to easily insert something through the opening while it was affixed. She briefly imagined herself and Doctor Elliott in a bubble reality, one where they were Daddy and Babygirl as a lifestyle; one where Daddy would put her in this contraption with nothing but tenderness and love in her heart and they would snuggle on the sofa, and Daddy would maybe push a gentle finger inside of her bum and show her how nice it could feel...

Juniper stalled suddenly and chastised herself for being such a dirty, filthy, wanton whore. If Sir knew she was capable of thinking such vile things, he would have surely tied her up out in the bull paddock just like he had always threatened to.

"Juni you're breathing very heavily, talk to Daddy?" Doctor Elliott interrupted her rapid thoughts.

"Nothing. Nothing is wrong—" Juniper exhaled a quick, sharp breath and blinked hard. "I just... I just thought about something Sir used to say and I got scared. That's all."

"Tell Daddy what Sir used to say," Doctor Elliott insisted, prying the piece of metal out of her stiff fingers and placing it back on the metal trolley.

Juniper blushed red and didn't dare breathe a word of those vile things. Instead, she just shook her head and looked away.

"I wasn't asking, baby butt. Tell Daddy what Sir used to say to you. Tell me why it was you remembered it. I can only help you get better if you tell me everything, even the stuff that feels very scary and embarrassing..."

Juniper's spine slackened as she thought more about it. "Sir used to..." Juniper paused and inhaled again, daring herself to be brave if only because Doctor Elliott wanted her to be. "He used to say if I acted like a dirty whore he would treat me like one and put me out in the bull paddock. He did it once, tied me to a bench and pulled my dress up my hips and threatened to open the gates and let the bulls in..." Juniper watched Doctor Elliott's eyes flicker with a furious, burning kind of rage like the great protector of all weak things. "He didn't open the gate," Juniper whispered, remembering and wishing she could forget the memory. "Sir just wanted me to know that he could do it if he wanted to."

Doctor Elliott paused for a moment and closed her eyes, nodding and exhaling a barely relieved sigh.

"He'll die in those colonies," Doctor Elliott whispered to herself. "I went there for a month when I finished my junior residency to do what I could for the soldiers who caught the northern influenza. The banished dominants, the ones who were in the prisoner camps mending equipment, they were skin and bone, silent and dying while the winter whittled them away. I remember feeling sorry for them..." Doctor Elliott opened her eyes again, blinking them rapidly. "I don't feel sorry for them anymore, princess. Your old Sir is right where he belongs and he is never going to hurt you or another girl ever again. He won't die quickly or easily either, and I want you to know that."

"That doesn't make me feel better, Daddy." Juniper stared at her feet awkwardly, horrified by the thought of people kept in conditions like that.

"Then you're a better woman than I am, Juni." Doctor Elliott rubbed her wrist with a tender thumb. "Can you tell me why it was you remembered that memory?"

"Because I thought about how nice it would be to have you touch me," Juniper blushed crimson. "And that felt like a naughty, dirty thought to have."

"Never, little princess." Doctor Elliott pushed a wide, beaming smile that made Juniper feel lighter and okay. "The thought of being touched should always make you feel cosy and happy, right now I'm the only safe authority you're willing to accept and that's okay, but when you go to your new home your dominant will be so happy with you when they hear how much you want their hands on you here—" Doctor Elliott cupped her gently and pressed a careful, light thumb into her clit.

Juniper whimpered a tiny, strangled moan again.

"That's my good girl," Doctor Elliott cooed and picked the piece of chastity belt from the top of the metal trolley again. "Right, where were we? Ah, that's it. I was about to put this between your legs and fasten the clasp. Do you want to inspect it again or shall we go ahead?" Doctor Elliott waited.

Juniper licked her lips and closed her eyes. "You can fasten it, Daddy," she whispered.

The metal piece that fitted between the legs was threaded through her thighs and pulled snug against her silk soft lips. Juniper flinched but held her nerve, thinking, not thinking, baring her teeth and then slowly opening her eyes when she realised it wasn't as terrible as she thought it would be. Doctor Elliott attached a fastener lock to the front of the belt which brought all the gleaming, smooth pieces locked together firmly at her belly button. She turned Juniper around and did the same with the loose piece at her rear, fastening it to the waist belt until she was locked in, yet not too tightly.

"There's my best little locked girl," Doctor Elliott whispered and ran her finger along the edge of the metal snaked between her legs, checking to make sure nothing was chafing or pinching the skin. "How does that feel?"

"Okay," Juniper whispered back and glided her hands along the smooth metal that enraptured her, unsure of whether she liked it or not. "I did it, does that mean I can take it off now?" She grew hopeful, decidedly not too interested in wearing it for longer than necessary.

"Why don't you come and sit on Doctor Elliott's lap while I finish up and then we can take it off, how does that sound?" Apparently the little dynamic game was over now, the word Daddy escaping the room like a wisp of steam.

"Okay, Daddy." Juniper tried regardless.

"Doctor Elliott," the older woman corrected her with a soft smile and stood from her stool. "We're winding down now, princess. Follow me."

"Okay, Doctor Elliott," Juniper whispered sadly and followed to the desk where her panties and pyjamas sat in a neat, folded pile.

Doctor Elliott sat down at the desk and clicked the computer mouse, powering the backlit screen to life. Juniper sat on her knee obediently and instantly noticed the absence of pressure against her mound, the piece of metal between her legs was slightly hump shaped over her vulva which prevented the doctor's warm cosy thigh from pressing against her slick parts. It was a strangely pleasant feeling, as though the belt suddenly made her realise just how desperately she wanted to be touched there.

"Just a few quick checks, Juni." Doctor Elliott reached for her stethoscope and placed the buds in her ears. "Deep breath," she instructed and placed the cold, flat metal of the chestpiece between her shoulder blades. "And another." The flat metal head moved around to just beneath the side of her ribs.

Juniper swallowed and inhaled a deep breath, curious about the purpose of this procedure but too busy with other, more personal thoughts to ask.

The metal was placed all around her thorax. Over her ribs, between her breasts, over her heart, everywhere and anywhere that was apparently capable of making her antsy between her legs. Juniper's breathing became deeper, steeped in a sense of arousal she didn't have words or experience for. She wriggled slightly in the doctor's lap and tried to gain a little bit of pressure between her legs.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the black uniformed assistants jotting things down.

"If I squeeze your nipples like this, does it hurt?" Doctor Elliott applied the slightest amount of pressure with her thumb and forefinger on each stiffening little bud. "Or if I rub them like this?" She twisted each nipple lightly.

Juniper rocked slightly in search of pressure against her newly-discovered bundle of nerves and shook her head.

"Good girl, you did really well tonight. I'm all finished now, told you it wouldn't be so bad." The Doctor released and began to type numbers into the database boxes on her screen. "Now girls normally get an orgasm post-session but because things went so smoothly tonight I don't think that is necessary. I know you're not used to being touched between your legs in a nice way, and I don't want to give you more than what you can handle all at once in your first session."

"Doctor Elliott—"

"There's no need to worry, it's not your fault. You're my good little best girl, remember?" Doctor Elliott reminded with a small, gentle caress to the palm of her spine. "I'm going to type up some notes now. The orderlies will take you to your special bedroom for tonight and get you ready for bed. I don't want you to be frightened when you see the restraint system, it's simply there to make sure you don't have any scary dreams and hurt yourself in your sleep. When I'm done, I will come and read a chapter of Great Expectations to you before I go home — just because you've been such a good little girl."

Juniper suddenly felt disappointed and thrilled all at once, and she was unsure how those emotions could exist so vibrantly within herself at the same time.

"Goodnight, baby butt." Doctor Elliott lifted her up out of her lap carefully. "Be nice to my team, any problems and we'll be having words," she warned with a light, unserious tone as black latex hands suddenly began to guide Juniper to wherever it was she was going to be sleeping tonight.

***

"She's all tucked in?" Elliott didn't look away from the screen she was writing her report on.

"She didn't go down easy." Johnson wiped a bead of sweat from his brow and pulled down his black surgical mask. "How is a girl no more than a hundred and ten soaking wet so strong?" He seemed dumbfounded by the struggle.

"Wouldn't be the first time a girl has kicked up a fuss when she realised you were trying to take her to bed," Elliott joked with a wry smirk.

"I've never seen a girl make it through her first session without trying to bolt. That was..." Johnson hesitated and seemed reluctant to admit the truth. "Impressive," he finally said, dourly.

"Sometimes life needs a little more carrot and less stick. I can't take all the credit, she worked hard tonight." Elliott felt her heart melt a little bit for her sweet, gentle Juni.

"The programme director will be pleased when he sees the footage. Your methods leave a little to be desired though, you can't honestly expect that being so gentle with Juniper will do her any favours in the long run. There is a reason we don't mollycoddle the girls, they have to be strong and tough for when they leave this place and go back into the real world..."

"Not Juni," Elliott pouted and shut down the computer. "She was already tough when she walked through the door, she just doesn't know it yet. I'll show her, in time. For now it's easier for everyone if we introduce the reconditioning programme at her pace."

"Is that your plan?" Johnson asked. "Get us to give her the enema and strap her down for bed while you just get to be the hero in shining armour who orchestrates it all from behind the scenes?"

"Not always." Elliott stood up and grabbed the dog-eared book from the corner of her desk. "But there is a reason why the good cop bad cop routine gets results, you'll see."

"Mhm. I'm going home for the night to ice my neck, enjoy your Dickens." Johnson waved her off out the door.

Elliott walked a short distance down the hallway and came to a stop outside of the row of private sleeping quarters reserved for girls who needed a little more control to their bedtime routine. She looked at the small square signs hung on the doors in search of the right one.

My name is: Francesca Field

I'm sleeping in here because: I got caught kissing my roommate between her legs

Be careful, I'm: A biter

The next one on the adjacent room read:

My name is: Petunia Peters

I'm sleeping in here because: I got caught being kissed between my legs by my roommate

Be careful, I'm: A hemophiliac. No injections or needles unless a doctor is present.

Elliott continued to walk along and read the little factsheets on each door:

My name is: Shayla Evans

I'm sleeping in here because: I bit the nurse when she tried to administer a pessary

Be careful, I'm: Allergic to latex, nitrile gloves from the white box only!

Elliott finally arrived at the right door another two rooms further down. The blinds were closed, the marker pen still fresh on the little whiteboard sign. Elliott read the little factsheet to herself:

My name is: Juniper Bell

I'm sleeping in here because: I just had my first regression therapy session!

Be careful, I'm: Feisty

Elliott couldn't help but smile at what had been written on the warning section. In her mind, she thought about all of the things she wished somebody had the courtesy to warn her of the first time she met Juniper. How easy it would be to instantly fall in love with her, how difficult it would be to maintain a sense of professional distance, how it would give her a thousand crows circling and swooping in her stomach every time she saw a small, pleased smile over the simplest of gestures.

Elliott entered the room and closed the door behind herself, switching on the dull lamp on top of the side table as she hung up her jacket and purse. The red rubber enema bag was still hung on top of the shower rail in the corner of the room a few feet away, wet and still dripping. The symptoms that a struggle had taken place in that small area were more than apparent. Small white towels sat strewn and crumpled on the floor leading towards the toilet, and the wrist restraint cuffs either side of the basin that prevented girls from getting up until they had finished voiding into the bowl were dangling down open and uneat. It wasn't a pleasant thought, but they could hardly in good conscience strap Juniper down for the night and not do everything in their power to make sure she wouldn't have an accident and lay in her mess until daylight.

The doctor looked to the shape of a small, naked figure lying prone and restrained on the bed in the corner of the room. Unsure on whether Juniper was asleep or not, Elliott held her position and watched the pushing and falling of her chest for a moment. Poor girl, she couldn't help but think to herself during the appraisal. Juniper's wrists and ankles were cuffed away from her body with soft leather straps to the side of the metal frame, and a large white belt was locked tight against her tummy to stop her moving around on the bed. The restraint system applied to her head to prevent the whipping motion of the neck was one ball gag away from being a sadist's fantasy, two white leather straps perpendicular to one another tightened around her forehead and chin. Juniper was spread open with all her tiny little wondrous features exposed to the cool kick of air pumping out of conditioning unit overhead.

Juniper stirred against her restraints.

"I'm here, little princess." Elliott cleared her throat and pulled a chair over. "Told you I would come and read to you, didn't I?" she whispered and smoothed back her patient's hair.

"They... they put water inside of my bottom and made me push it out," Juniper wittered to herself and clenched her eyes, horrified and cringing. "It hurts between my legs still. Why does it hurt between my legs, Doctor Elliott?" The young girl tried to pull her head up to get a look at her body but the straps kept her head perfectly in place.

Doctor Elliott craned over and peered at her patient's vagina.

The unmistakable yellow flared end of an indwelling catheter peered out from between her labia, beading at the end ever so slightly over a tiny wet spot of drips that had escaped her empty bladder. Fucking Johnson, Elliott thought to herself. She would be having words in the morning with all of the team responsible for putting Juniper to bed, particularly with the moron who administered the draining catheter and failed to remove it. All of these angry thoughts and additions to her to-do list were kept strictly internally, on the outside Elliott simply crooned sweet little nothings and kept her patient calm.

"There's a tube inside of you that empties your bladder so you don't have to worry about getting up to pee in the night. Would you like me to remove it for you?" Elliott was already reaching for a pair of gloves from the drawer before her sweet little Juni could utter the obvious answer.

"It stings," Juniper quietly whispered.

"You're okay," Elliott said. "Daddy is here now," the word almost jumped off her tongue.

"Take it out please Daddy," Juniper muttered with a tight, pained clench of her eyes.

Despite her best interests, Elliott didn't correct the nomenclature. If it became common usage outside of the therapy room and the big wigs caught wind, they would have her out on the doorstep under investigation for unprofessional conduct. Still, that was a problem for tomorrow. Elliott felt herself become Daddy in all the ways that transcended the professional, with nothing but wants to make all of her baby girl's worries and fears go away with the softest strokes of her hands.

Elliott reached down and checked the balloon was deflated, her finger and thumb finding the end of the flared tip of the tube. She placed her other hand over the small, neat patch of pubic hair on top of her mound for leverage.

"I'm going to pull it out now, Juni. Can you take a deep breath for me?" She watched Juniper inhale deeply. "Three, two—" She began to pull it out slowly and in response Juniper's body fought against the restraint system until her urethra was empty. "There we go, all done baby, that's a good girl." Elliott briefly kissed her forehead and disposed of the used equipment.