Just Like the Stories

Just Like the Stories

Chapter 1

It took me two years to convert my basement into my very own custom dungeon.  I had to dig extra space through the wall in my basement to create a separate room that would not be on the blue prints.  Just taking the time to make sure I was digging in an area that didn’t have any underground wires and pipes took a while in itself.  I laid down a layer of soundproofing in between two layers of brick for the walls, floors and ceiling of this six foot by ten foot room, and dug a separate three foot by three foot hole in the floor in a corner of this room.  The hole was covered by a solid wood hatch with a single air hole which could be bolted down.

After I had the space ready, I had to find the right girl.  I actually learned a lot about this process from documentaries and shows on television.  I knew not to pick someone with any connections to me, and it could not be someone from my own location.  Going out of state could be dangerous because I might not be aware of traffic stops as I would be more locally, so it would be best if it were someone only a few towns away.

I followed her for weeks to get an idea of her routine and to make sure she was the right one.  I didn’t want to take someone with too many connections to people that would come looking for her, but I also didn’t want to take some antisocial prude.  She was very short, but still had a nice body.  I guessed she was right around five feet tall, but she had to have D breasts that matched her nicely shaped body and dark hair down past her shoulder blades.  Her skin was fair and un-tanned.

I kidnapped her in the middle of the night on a Friday night using a stun gun and some chloroform, storing her in the trunk of my car.  When I got her home I stripped her naked and searched her.  She had been wearing pajamas, so there was nothing in her clothes.  When I removed her underwear though, I realized she was on her period.  I had thought about how to deal with this possibility before, and was prepared.  With her still passed out, I placed an overnight adult diaper around her hips and taped it closed.  I had thought of this after reading a story where a man had placed his girlfriend in a diaper when he was planning to leave her tied up for a long period.  It seemed to make sense and I wondered why more stories didn’t account for this sort of thing, as surely anyone tied in place for more than an hour or two would eventually need to take care of bodily functions. This seemed better than cleaning up blood and urine the next morning. 

Next I placed her arms into a leather arm binder which laced closed up to her biceps.  I laced it snug, but not too tightly.  There would be time for more stringent bondage later and I didn’t want her to wake from me causing her pain.  I buckled the straps from the arm binder around her chest in front between her breasts. 

Then I pulled out a head harness and begin strapping it on her.  It had straps that went around the back of the head in two places, over the top, and under the chin.  There were attachment points that could be used for a variety of gags, blindfolds and other attachments.  The blindfold I selected was a very secure full coverage blindfold that was completely impossible to see through or around when secured properly.  The gag I attached was a sort of hard rubber tube that would go into her mouth about an inch or so, and out of the mouth about an inch or so as well.  The inside of this ring type gag was about 2 inches in diameter, which was pretty severe for someone with a small frame.  I preferred to use a standard ball gag or even a plug gag of some sort, but safety precautions dictated that the gag be an open style in case she became sick during the night and vomited.  The entire harness could be locked on separately, so the harness itself was locked into place as well as the blindfold and the gag.  After that was in place, I knew she may become uncomfortable and wake soon, so I left her there on the concrete floor of her new cell to sleep and went to bed myself.  So far, it was going just as planned, just like all the stories I’d ever read.

Chapter 2

The next morning when I woke up, I was anxious to get downstairs to my new captive.  Before I entered the dungeon, I checked the video feed from the camera in the top corner of her cell.  It was dark inside, but night vision setting of the camera still picked up everything displayed the contents of the room in different levels of green tinting.  My new slave appeared to be awake.  She was sitting in the corner of the room with her arms behind her still and her back to the wall.  She had her knees drawn up to her chest, and she appeared to be shivering slightly.

I pulled the cabinet away from the wall after triggering the secret latch inside it in the back.  When the cabinet pulled open, I opened the solid door to her cell with my key.  As soon as I did this, she seemed to jump and started to whimper through her gag.  She was dressed exactly as I’d left her, still wearing the head harness, arm binder, and diaper.

When I kneeled next to her and put my hand around the front of her throat, she screamed through the gag and started to struggle and kick her feet.

“Quiet!” I shouted.

I squeezed her neck just a little bit tighter, but not nearly enough to start cutting off her air.  She calmed down a bit, possibly realizing how helpless she was at the moment.

“I do not intend to hurt you, but I will if you make this too difficult for me.  Do you understand?”

She nodded her head.

“Let me make this clear right now before this goes any further.  I intend to keep you here against your will and use you for my own pleasures.”

She let out a quiet wail hearing this and tried to turn her face away from me.

“While you are here, I will either keep you blindfolded in some fashion, or else my own face will be covered to keep you from seeing my face.  I do this for your own safety.  If I ever tire of keeping you here, I can let you go confident that you cannot identify me.  Do you understand?”

She nodded, sobbing softly.

“You understand that if you ever see my face, I won’t let you leave this place alive?”

She nodded again slowly.

Of course she understood this, and most of my plans hinged on her accepting this fact.  If she had hope of escaping, she may be less likely to attempt escaping on her own.  Also, if there was no hope, she would become someone with nothing to lose, at least from her perspective.  I knew well that she had plenty that she could lose without actually being killed.

“I am going to place a collar around your neck and lead you out of this room.  You do not have to cooperate.  However, I do not have to give you food or water today.  I do not have to remove your arms from the binder that holds them or remove the diaper from your waist.  If you want these simple comforts, then the price is your cooperation.  Know this today and every day from here on.  Do you understand?”

She nodded again, more enthusiastically this time.

I placed a simple black leather collar around her neck and buckled it closed.  Then I placed small padlock through the eye of the buckle, locking it on.  I clipped a simple leather leash to the single front ring that dangled from the collar.  I helped her stand up and then walked out of the room, slowly, allowing her to follow behind without tripping. 

In one corner of the room, I had a bathroom type area set up with a shower and a simple toilet.  There was also an obstetric chair set up that she could be strapped into if needed.  I thought this would be a simple way to strap her down while leaving her nether regions available to me more easily than on a bed.

When we reached the tile around the shower area, she tensed slightly, but she did not pull on the leash at all.  She seemed to be very careful to follow my directions so far.

“Did you use your diaper last night?” I asked.

She shook her.  It didn’t surprise me.  I assumed that she would try to hold it in, which was perfectly fine with me.  I knew I could force her to use it if I wanted to degrade her, but it wasn’t necessary.

“Do you need to use the toilet?”

She nodded.  I moved her into position in front of the toilet, and removed her diaper throwing it into a pail nearby.

“The toilet is right behind you.  You may sit and use it.  I am going to step away, but do not move from this spot until I return.  You may call me when you are done.”

She nodded her understanding, and I stepped away.  I stepped over to the obstetric chair and made a few preparations for her.  I kept an eye on her while she sat, but she did not move from her spot.

“Ah.  Ah lon,” she said, which I took to mean “Hey I’m done.”

I stepped over to the toilet and helped her stand again.  After I had cleaned her up, which she seemed very shy about despite the fact that I could obviously see everything she had to offer already, I led her over to the chair.  I helped her up and moved her into a sitting position on the edge of it before pushing her back.  She could not sit back all the way with her arms positioned behind her as they were, but she sat back enough so that I could lift her legs one at a time into the stirrups.  I strapped them each in snugly before I moved up to her arms.

“I am going to remove your arm binder, but once that is done I’m going to re-secure your hands another way.  Do not fight me.”

She nodded her understanding. 

After I removed the arm binder, I could see her struggling to keep herself from stretching what must have been very sore arms.  But she did not disobey, and I shortly had her hands locked in place to the chair near her hips.

“I’m going to insert a plug into your gag.  You’ll be able to suck some water through it, but don’t go too quickly or you may choke.”

She nodded her understanding, and I began inserting the plug attachment.  It was actually a dildo shaped plug that would go into her mouth a few inches.  From a post next to the chair, I hung a bag of water and connected the tube from the bag to the end of the dildo.  There was a weak seal on the tube to prevent the water from flowing freely, but it would not take much sucking for her to get water.  She began sucking slowly but diligently on the dildo, and I moved down to the area between her legs. 

When I touched her hairless pussy lips she flinched violently for just a moment at the surprise, but then she seemed to force herself to be calm.  I had planned to shave her pussy, but she had apparently saved me the trouble.

“I am going to put a cream around your vagina to help slow hair growth.  Do not be frightened, I don’t plan to take pleasure from you there just yet.”

I opened a jar of a depilatory cream and began smearing and rubbing in the cream around her vagina.  The cream would slow the hair growth process so she would need shaving maybe once a week rather than every couple days.  After researching creams like this, I found that stories that told of depilatories strong enough to keep hair from growing for months were mostly huge exaggerations.

As I rubbed the cream into the area around her lower lips, she let out a slight moan into the dildo feeder gag.  I moved my hand away for a moment, but she arched her back a bit and tried to reach towards me with her vagina.  She was strapped down too tight to move much, but I could see her struggling just a bit.  I smiled to myself and resumed rubbing in the lotion.  After I was done I lifted her hips up and slid another diaper under them and taped it into place.

“This is just because you still have your period.  I don’t want you dripping on the floor.”

She made a pouting sound behind the gag, but I wasn’t sure if it was because of the diaper or because I had stopped rubbing her.  I moved around her legs and rubbed some of the same cream into her arm pits before changing her water bag.

“Now I’m going to put some food in a bag for you to suck down.  When you’re done with that, you can have more water.”

She started sucking it down through the dildo and immediately gagged.  I could tell she wasn’t choking; she just wasn’t prepared for how bland it was.  It was a thick creamy substance with virtually no flavor.  It did however, have a significant amount of vitamins and calories.  She would only need to eat it once or twice a day to get most of her nutrition, with sporadic small meals in a week.

While she was finishing her meal, I retrieved a straitjacket which I planned to have her wear in between stints in the arm binder.  It would keep her arms completely useless still, but allow her shoulders to flex more in the other direction.

I returned to find she had finished her liquid paste meal, so I hung another small bag of water for her to drink.

“I am going to release your hands again.  Do only as I instruct with them, or you will be punished.”

Once again, she nodded her understanding.  I reached down and un-cuffed her hands one by one.  Then I order her to stick her arms straight out, which she easily complied with.  I pulled the straitjacket up her arms and buckled it tightly into place.  Then I detached her water bag and pulled out the feeding plug.  I helped her down from the chair and finished buckling the strap on her jacket that went through her crotch and buckled in the back, pulling it tight.  That’s when it got a little strange, which is hard to do given the current situation.

Once the strait jacket was buckled on securely, she kneeled down and started nosing at my crotch.  She still had the ring gag in and was in no position to harm me, so I let it play out.  I was still in my simple linen pants that I sleep in, so I just pulled my penis out of the open front flap.  She fumbled around trying to get the tip into the tube of the gag, but she managed eventually.  Once my member was in her mouth, I became fully erect in a matter of seconds, leaving just enough space in the tube for my penis to move in and out of her mouth.  She began bobbing her head back and forth on me, using her tongue as an aid, but not over using it.

I placed a hand on her head gently just to test the waters, and she did not recoil.  I placed my other hand on the back of her head as well and she continued her diligent efforts.  I exerted a little force with my hands to prevent her from pulling out as much each time.  Slowly, I applied a little more pressure until my cock was pushing at the back of her mouth and she was barely bobbing her head anymore.  Then I heard her take a deep breath and she attempted to swallow my cock, deep throating it.  The part of the tube that extended from her mouth kept me from thrusting my full length into her mouth, but there was still enough for her to gag on.

I began pumping myself in and out of her throat, holding tight onto her head so that she no longer held any control of the act.  After a few moments, I made a final thrust and let my juices go into her throat.  She gagged a little, but she managed to swallow everything.  I pulled out of her throat but remained in her mouth while she attentively cleaned me with her tongue.  When I had had enough of that, I pulled out of her mouth and helped her to her feet.

“That was extremely pleasing.  Keep that up and your time here will be much easier going.”

From what little I could see of her face under the large gag and blindfold, I could have sworn that I saw her smiling.

I led her back to her cell and gave her a gentle push into it.

“It’s time for me to go to work.  Don’t worry; there will be time for more of this later.  If you behave, I may give you a thin mattress to sleep on tonight.”

She whined loudly through the ring of the gag as I closed the door.  I went back upstairs to get dressed for work.  The whole ordeal of the morning had taken less than an hour, but it most definitely had not been like the stories I’d read.

Chapter 3

For the rest of the week, things went much the same as they did on her first day here.  I would come down in the morning to clean her and feed her before work, and she would thank me with a blow job.  She seemed to relish the attention that I gave her cleaning her, shaving her and rubbing in the depilatory lotion. A few times, she had been unable to wait until I let her use the toilet again and had been forced to pee in her diaper.  I’m not sure whether she enjoyed the experience or not, but she seemed to immensely enjoy it when I thoroughly cleaned her.  She also seemed to be very turned on when I touched her in any sort of sexual way.

On the first day of the weekend, I decided to change things up a bit.  She had been sleeping in a collar the previous night which was a thick rubber posture collar that was shaped somewhat like a severe neck brace.  It covered from the tops of her shoulders all the way up to just under her nose.  The attached gag had a breathing tube running through the center that left a hole about the size of a nickel in the front of the collar where her mouth would be.  I was adamant about her safety, and the possibility of her becoming ill during the night with no way to expel vomit was a risk I was still unwilling to take.

Like the previous days I took her to the chair and strapped her in.  I hooked up the feeding attachment to her breathing tube so that she could suck down her food and water while I went about my business.  Before doing anything else, I reached up and turned on a light above her that would shine down in her face.  She didn’t notice it having been blindfolded since I first took her.

“I am going to remove your blindfold—“

She screamed behind her gag and tried to shake her head.  She struggled in the chair, but there were few body parts that could actually move at all for her right now.  It was pointless, but I enjoyed the sight nonetheless.

“Don’t worry, you won’t see my face.  Calm down.  There is a bright light on that will prevent you from seeing anything if you open your eyes.  You may keep them closed for now if you wish, because it will probably hurt them after not using them for so long.”

She stopped her struggling and attempted to nod her understanding.  Her head could only move a few millimeters, so it was barely noticeable.  I unlocked the straps holding her blindfold on and unfastened the straps.  She opened her eyes once and then shut them tight to avoid the light.

Using a wet wipe, I cleaned her face where the blindfold had been which seemed to calm her further.

“I am going to put a pair of contacts on your eyes.  They will not harm your eyes, but the lenses are opaque, so you will not be able to see through them.  However, you will not be able to remove them without damaging your eye.  They are designed for extreme sports and will not move on your eye unless a specific type of contact solution is dropped into your eye.  If you try to remove them, not only will you damage your eye, but I will punish you for it severely.”

I picked up one of the lenses from the case and move toward her.  I firmly place my finger tips on her eye lids.

“Until it is in place, the light will hurt your eye.  Try to keep your eye facing forward.”

As soon as I forced her eye open, it started to water from the intense exposure to light.  The contact was in place quickly and then she fluttered her eye open and closed.  I repeated the process on the other eye and then turned off the light above her.

I had previously tested one of the lenses on myself and knew from experience that absolutely nothing could be seen through them.  I would have to change them every day or two if she was to wear them regularly, but at least it would let me keep her blinded without needing the blindfold constantly.

She blinked a bit seeming to test her vision while I unhooked her feeding attachment.  Now would be when I normally let her down from the chair since she had used the bathroom and been cleaned up a bit while having her breakfast.  This time however, I decided on something different.

I reached down to rub her pussy a bit to get her warmed up for the act.  She responded as I thought she would and moaned into her gag slightly.

“How many sexual partners have you had?  Blink once for each.”

She closed her eyes and kept them closed.

“One?”

She made an “Mm” sound through her gag which I took to mean no.

“None?”

She made a “Mhmm” sound through the gag and tried to nod her head again.

“You’re a virgin?”

She repeated the sound and movement.  I continued toying with her pussy while I contemplated the fact.  I knew she was not very sexually active from having followed her and spied on her, but I did not believe she was a virgin.  I would enjoy this even more knowing that fact.

“Then this may hurt a good deal.  I will not be gentle with you.  I want to savor this moment as I take away the only thing you have left to give me.”

As I pulled down my pants a bit, she began to struggle and whine through her gag.  It seemed like she was no longer excited by the act.  I suspected that she had long ago discovered her clit and masturbated frequently, and had just not had actual intercourse.  There was no way she was a virgin to all sexual experiences, not with the way she blew me and wholeheartedly accepted my touches.

The squeal into her gag when she first felt my penis at the lips of her pussy was nothing compared to the scream that came from her throat as I plunged into her the first time.  My penis was only a little above average in length and girth, but to someone who was a virgin, it must have seemed as if she was being ripped apart.  I savored the sensation as I pulled out the first time and looked down at her blood on my penis before thrusting back in again.

She continued to scream and struggle with all her might as I began to work into a steady pace.  After a few moments, her screams died down and she became quiet.  After another few moments, she began to move into me and softly moan.  Soon she was groaning with pleasure as I thrust myself into her, quickening my pace.  When I was about to finish, she seemed to beat me to the punch and screamed with pleasure into her gag. 

Her body was shaking softly as I came inside of her.

Once I was finished, I went to the bathroom area to clean myself up.  Then I came back and unstrapped her from the chair.  I placed a simple set of handcuffs around her wrists in front of her and gently helped her stand up. 

I unlocked and unstrapped the posture collar, removing the gag at the same time.

“Thank you…” she said softly.

I gently placed my finger over her lips.

“I am proud of the way you have handled yourself since I took you.  You may speak, but remember that being able to voice yourself to me is a generous privilege.  Do not abuse it with idle chatter.  Understood?”

She nodded.

I pulled her gently over to the shower and attached her handcuffs to a chain hanging from the ceiling.  It kept her hands just a little above her head, but would leave her able to move easily as I cleaned her.  I undressed myself and turned on the shower.

She basked in the warm spray of water as I washed her gently but thoroughly, taking care to be exceptionally tender with her pussy.  It needed to be cleaned, but was likely to be sore.  When the shower was over, I dried hair a bit with a towel, but it would still be damp for a good while.

Then I led her over to the sofa.  I had set up a sofa with a television and DVD player in a corner of the dungeon for relaxing.  I had pictured watching a movie or something while she was tied up by my feet, but it seemed that tying her up wouldn’t be completely necessary.

I put in “Titanic” and sat down on the sofa.  I pulled her on to the sofa and laid her head down on my lap. 

She calmly lay on the couch next to me, unable to see the movie, but able to hear it and relax a bit.  She had been in some form of bondage since the day I took her and she would need to stretch herself out a bit.

About half an hour into the movie, I felt her reach over and squeeze my leg softly.

“You may speak,” I told her.

“I just wanted to say thank you again.  This is better than I imagined it would be.  You planned everything out so well, and you even remembered my favorite movie.  Thank you, Derek…”

My heart skipped a beat, but my voice did not.

“While I am happy to let you choose how you will refer to me so long as it is respectful, I am not keen on letting you make up a name for me.  My name is not Derek.”

I thought I could feel her mind stopping in its tracks.  She looked up at me, and searched for an answer to the question forming in her mind.  She could not see me, but I could feel her searching me with her eyes.

“What?” she asked.

“I am not this Derek person.”

The confusion on her face turned to a look of understanding.

“I… oh my god… you’re a stranger…  I—oh my god!”

She rammed one of her elbows into my gut as she leapt from the couch and darted away.  She did not even realize she was running further into the dungeon instead of towards the door.  It was secured with a coded keypad anyway, so she wouldn’t be able to get out.  But that did not allay my anger.  I got up from the couch and walked as calmly as I could after her.  There was no way for her to escape and so no cause for unnecessary exertion on my part.  She stumbled when she reached the obstetric chair and I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her back.  She fell to the ground half crawling and half be dragged behind me, screaming the whole way.

“I don’t know you!  Let me go!  You raped me you son of a bitch!  Let me go!”

Dragging her into her cell, I flipped open the cover to the small three by three hole in the corner of the room and dragged her into it.  She struggled, but she was much smaller than me and her hands cuffed in front of her gave her no leverage.  She was also probably a bit weak from lack activity over the last several days.  I slammed the door down closed and padlocked it shut.

“You will stay down there until I decide otherwise.  After this display, you will be lucky if it’s some time tomorrow.  Enjoy your first 24 hours in the hole.”

She was still screaming at me as I exited the cell and closed the door to it behind me.  She may have still been screaming after that, but it fell on deaf ears.  No one outside her cell could hear as she screamed her lungs out, finally having realized her true situation.

Chapter 4

It was the next afternoon before I went down to retrieve her.  I had to take some time to think about what had happened and to cool myself down.  I was pretty sure I knew what had happened.  This young girl had been in contact with someone, probably over the internet, who she wanted to dominate her.  When I took her she assumed it was the person she had been speaking to all this time, and having never seen my face, could not confirm otherwise.  When she finally had an opportunity to speak to me, she discovered otherwise and understandably freaked out.

Eventually I was able to assuage my anger by reminding myself that her reaction is something akin to what I had expected on the first day.  She went along so easily because she believed it was what she wanted, and it may still be, but I realized I could no longer take any chances.  I would have to firmly and securely assert my dominion over her to make her truly understand that she was now dependant on me for everything including the very air she was breathing.

When I opened the door to her cell, I could hear her sobbing quietly.

“Hello?” she asked through her sobbing.  “Please let me out, I’m sorry I hit you.”

I unlocked the cover to the hole and opened it.  Before she could say anything else I grabbed her by her hair and pulled her out of the hole.  She smelled like day old urine and I’m sure had she been there much longer she’d smell of feces as well.  I dragged her whimpering and pleading to the shower and threw her onto the tile floor.  Then I used the spray attachment from the shower to spray her off.

I reached down and pulled her up by the handcuffs and stood her up.

“Move a muscle and I’ll break your legs.  Speak and I’ll remove your tongue.  Got it?”

Fresh tears came from her eyes, but she nodded without speaking.  I un-cuffed her hand slid an arm binder back up her arms, fastening it across her chest and lacing it up her arms.  I laced it tighter than before drawing her elbows together behind her.  She winced and whimpering slightly but did not speak.

I pulled her to another spot in the bathroom area.  There was a post sticking out of the ground with what looked like the front half of a posture collar on top of it.  I forced her to her knees in front of it and pushed her neck into the collar.  There was a metal band that came around the back of her neck holding her into it.  A second bar was lifted and pushed forward into her mouth with a blow up gag on the end of it.  Once it was in place, I pumped it until her mouth bulged.  The end result was her sitting there on her knees completely unable to move her head or neck.

“I do not plan to harm you in response to your actions yesterday, but you must be punished.  No matter how obedient you are and no matter how much you please me, I will always punish you for any infraction.”

She didn’t make another sound until I turned on the buzzer.  Then she squealed into the gag and struggled as much as she could.  She could move her legs, but it did her no good.  I held her hair up, shearing it as close to the scalp as I could.  It may have been easier to cut it with scissors first, but using the buzzer seemed to have the psychological effect I wanted, and I could still save the hair.

By the time her hair was buzzed down close to the scalp over her whole head, her face was red and covered in tears.  She was sniffling and struggling to breathe through her nose.  When I began rubbing in the shaving cream on her scalp, she finally ceased struggling.  I went slowly to avoid cutting her scalp.  When I was done, I rubbed depilatory lotion into her scalp the same as I had done to the rest of her body.  On a lark, I shaved off her eye brows as well, however; I didn’t enjoy the look of that as much as her bald head so I didn’t rub lotion on that area so that it could grow back more quickly.

Before releasing her, I fastened a thick rubber corset around her waist and began to lace it tightly closed.  It would have been easier to lace tightly if her hands were above her head instead of behind her, and her arms restricted my access to the laces, but I managed to get it laced tight enough for my liking.  There were straps dangling from the front of the corset, but I left those hanging for the time being.

Her breathing was more strained now, so I deflated the gag in her mouth and released her from the collar attachment.  I stood her up and let her use the toilet before I moved her over to the chair.  She couldn’t lay back in it with her arms behind her, but I could still strap her legs in.  I replaced the rubber posture collar from before which matched the corset.  I hooked up the feeding attachment and let her have some water.  She would be needing it. 

I laced a pair of knee high black matte ballet heels onto her feet.  I doubted she had any experience with heels this high, but I suspected she was aware of them and their use.

Next I lubed up two inflatable dildos and inserted one into her pussy and one into her rectum.  She struggled when I began inserting the anal dildo, but she couldn’t move enough to do anything about it.  I stood her up on her heels, which required me to steady her.  Even with the ballet heels on her feet, I was still several inches taller than her.  When I fasten the strap on her corset through her legs to the back of it and pulled it tight, she let out a startled cry through her gag.  The whining and whimpering continued when I inflated the dildos.  I didn’t inflate them as much as possible, but any at all was far more than she was used to having inside her.  She had been penetrated only once vaginally, and I suspected that she had not been penetrated at all anally. 

I led her over to a treadmill I kept down here in case she needed exercise.  It would serve the purpose of her learning to walk on the ballet heels as well.  I helped her step up onto it and then hooked straps from the ceiling under her arms.  This would prevent her from falling, but she could still slip easily on the treadmill.

“I am going to leave you here to exercise a bit.  If you the straps under your arms will prevent you from falling, but if you slip or trip you will scuff your new boots.”

I turned on the treadmill to a slow speed that would be easy enough for her to keep up with, but I had my doubts as to whether she would be able to keep her balance.

“I’m going upstairs to have my dinner.  When I return, I will give you five lashes with a whip for every scuff on your new shoes.”

From the locked gate that led up to the house, I could still see the tears on her face.