This is modified by me. Originaly written by [email protected]. The original can be found at http://www.diaper.nu/gel/experience.html

I have a brother who is five years older than me and a sister who is two years younger. When we were small we all had reins and also allot of newspaper clothing. My brother never had anything but top reins and he was allowed to stop using reins when he was nine. I continued to have my crotch reins and so did my sister. I was diapered all the time. I was always led by my leash to the kindergarten were we spent most of the time in outdoor playpens. When I started school my mom drove me there every morning. I'd sit in my car harness being dressed in newspaper. There were a couple of other kids wearing reins in my class and many more wore newspaper clothes. After school my classmate Chrissy's nanny came by and put us both in reins. She led us to the kindergarten were my sister was. We stayed there until mom picked us up. One day when I got to the kindergarten and someone had just locked me in a cage (with a bunch of other kids), I saw my sister playing outside the cages. On the way home I asked mom about it. She and dad had decided Lisa was to play outside! At night mom and dad came into my room and they thought that I was better off in the cage. About half a year later, Lisa got top reins for her sixth birthday. She didn't even have to be tethered and diapered all the time like me. When I was nine I got out of the kindergarten cages, but I was locked and tethered outside instead. So now I could play with my seven years old sister who didn't even wear reins when she wasn't on the leash! The following year my brother took me and Lisa to the kindergarten. In the beginning he held us both by the leash, but after a couple of months Lisa was allowed to walk by her self and I was still leashed. Lisa had less and less newspaper clothes, and I had more and more. One day on the way to kindergarten I saw a guy I knew on the other side of the street. I started to pull in that direction, and I managed to drag my bother along for a bit. Then he pulled back and shouted at me to go straightforward. I told him I wanted to say hi to that guy and pulled again. He gave in. That boy was one of the few friends I had. He was using reins to, but not as much as I was. Sometimes he came to the kindergarten and played with me. He later became my boyfriend. In the evening when I was locked in my room behind my bar door, I heard my brother and my parents talking about me. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I found out two days later. It was Saturday morning and I woke up looking forward to my usual Saturday jog with my dad. He wore a leading belt and I was leashed to that. I quite enjoyed it. This morning something was different. I noticed that the whole family was up. Normally the others would sleep late. They told me we were all going for a walk. Mom told Lisa to go get the package. What package? Was it a surprise present?

It was in a way... What Lisa took out was, oh yes! A bridle!

-         Is that for me?

-         Yea! We figured that since David had some problems controlling you the other day, it was time to get one, dad said.

I felt very pleased. Put it on me once, mom, and she'll see how nice it is, Lisa said. - OK!  Lisa opened her mouth and mom slipped the bridle on and tightened the straps.  - Itths noth thath badth Tham, Lisa said with the bit in her mouth.  - Now it's Tammy's turn, dad said and undid the straps.  - Please, can I put it on her? Lisa said. I opened my mouth. Very quickly I felt the bit in my mouth for the first time as my sister slipped the straps around my head. Dad came around with some tools and secured the straps after having adjusted them. Finally they locked the bridle and mom fitted me with a round leash that connected to the left and right side of my mouth. We got dressed. I used my normal newspaper overall and Lisa actually put on a pair of newspaper pants. She was fitted with her top reins that she seldom used. I think Lisa chose to be leashed just to make me feel better and I did. I thought it was wonderful. Then I tried to talk. It was hard and I started to slaver heavily. I talked to Lisa who was walking beside me and for several minutes we just compared our experiences of the bridle. We both forgot to look out and suddenly there was this speeding truck in front of us. I didn't react fast enough, but dad holing the leashes did. He pulled us hard back and we were saved. I nearly choked. I was choked both by the truck and by the feeling of being pulled back in the bridle. I started to understand just how much leash control they had. Now mom took over and started to show David how to steer me left or right by pulling the different ends of the leash loop. I had to obey! The bridle was put to use the next week and then I had different bridles until I was 16. When I was ten I only went to the kindergarten two days a week. David still walked me there. The other days I was picked up by someone and driven home. At home I was tethered in the garden, wearing heavy newspaper stuff when the weather was bad, or put in my cage indoors. Sometimes I was driven home to other kids where we played. In that small group we got along pretty good. I think it was best for me because I was the only one who was always fully and completely dressed in newspaper and everyone knew I had a bridle. It became even better when my parents got the idea that Lisa, now 10, should walk me home. I got a new crotch harness that was worn inside the clothes. The harness had some extra gear; there was a collar and there were wrist restraints. For the first time I had to wear the reins all day, and the collar never came off. It was an electronic collar with a battery. When Lisa came for me she pushed a button on a small remote control and I got low voltage chocks in the neck. I would have to surrender and she put on the wrist restraints and my bridle. My little sister controlled me and showed me off to her friends. Some days I was forced to be with her all afternoon and most of the time I had the bridle on. One day when I was 13, Lisa had locked me outside an apartment building and left me in my bridle and with my restraints on. Suddenly there was this boy I told you about earlier. He lived there and was actually tethered in the yard. I hadn't seen him in a long time, but he came over to me at once dragging his cord. He sat down and we talked. Suddenly he got closer and he started sort of petting my bridle. He said it was good that I had to wear the bridle because it made me so pretty. No one had said that before and I was very happy all of the sudden. Then he did it! He kissed me right on the mouth. He said he liked the bridle and loved that I slavered heavily. I wanted to hug him, but I couldn't because of the restraints. From that moment he was my boy! The following three years we often did things together. He was all-free when he was 13 (he is a year younger than me) and if I was locked to his harness and had my restraints on, he was allowed to lead me. It became even more wonderful as he had to feed me when we had ice cream.