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Authour: JensenDenmark

Title: A mother’s concern


How did it come to this?
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I have been crying all evening. I made one of the most difficult
decisions in my life. I have decided to send my child away.

How did it come to that? Well, we have to some 20 years back to
my own childhood. I was a rebellious teenager. I ended up being a
runaway. I was arrested. Once in jail I focused on my life and
knew that I had to turn my life around so I did not turn out as
my fellow inmates.

I graduated high school and found a job. I met my former husband.
In fact he was the first man in my life. Today I can see that it
was a kind of excuse to move out from home. We got a son. All
seems to go well. But 15 years later we divorced. We simply
outgrew each other. My husband travelled a lot due to his work,
so we agreed that our son – Bill - should stay with me.

It seemed to work out fine for a long time. But some 6 months ago
small things seemed to change. He became distant from me. He
stopped to talk about his school. He started to date Brittany – a
girl some streets away. I did not consider that to be a problem.
I know her mother. She is a single hardworking mother like me.

Then a month ago, I walked in to his room and found them having
sex. Of course I was shocked. They are only 16 years of age. That
was when I began to find his behaviour suspicious. I went through
his room. I talked to Amber – Brittany’s mother. She also
investigated things at her house. We met at a café in town. It
was shocking news we had to tell each other. Not only did they
have unprotected sex. Apparently they also had drunk alcohol. How
blind had we been? This was taking place right under our eyes.

Something had to be done? I have been consulting a psychologist
since my divorce. So both Amber and I showed up in his office and
we discussed options of solutions. First there was the
possibility of a long term stay on a therapeutic boarding school,
but we were after all human being with televisions. The dog cages
down in Tecate like it was shown in NBC and 8 hour on a concrete
floor in Jamaica did not seem to be the cure for the problem our
children have. We wanted to be part of their healing process and
they were not considered to be drop-outs. In fact they did rather
good in school.

He looked through the websites of placement option for a short 3
week stay and he found one on Jamaica from a place called
Meditation Inlet. They had started a new program – a wilderness
program for mom and offspring. In fact it was 3 weeks for the
child with one week adjusting to the program at the base camp,
which was a large campus and 2 weeks for the family hiking on
jungle tracks in the central Jamaica.

It was out of the country. First I was a little reluctant, but we
searched all the programs and Aspen’s program was too long and
Anasazi’s program was undergoing testing by a television show, so
we did choose Medication Inlet’s bonding program as they called
it.

We called them and after an hour doing some questionnaires on the
computer, we both got our children accepted to the program. The
psychologist was also happy. Apparently he gets commissions
whenever he sends children off treatment – a very widespread
practice as he told us.

We had made arrangements for them to be picked up by the escort
division from the treatment place at 3 a.m. in the morning. I
could not sleep. I heard my son come home. He went straight
sleep. I sneaked into his room. He stank of Beer, but he looked
so peaceful in the sleep. “Oh. My poor baby – if you just knew
what is in store for you”. I could not sleep. I had to go down in
the living room and wait there.

Precise 3 a.m. they rang on the front door. We sat down and
discussed the transport procedure. I had to go up with them and
wake him. When I had introduced them, I had to leave the room at
once. They assured me that they won’t use unnecessary force on
him. As one of the escorts said: “The surprise element, physical
presence and verbal skills are all utilized to achieve successful
results in the majority of cases.”

This reassured me a little and we went up to his room, where I
woke him and introduced him to the men. Then I went down and hide
in the kitchen. I heard a cry and when I looked out trough the
keyhole when I heard them come down, I could see that he was
hooded and wearing both arm and legs restraints. It was a
terrifying sight, but also very calming because he has a violent
temper. He got beaten in school because he took on some guys
bigger than him. I would not like to have him fight with the
escort team.

Still it was very disturbing to have to hand your only child over
to some strange men. I have always told him: “Never talk to a
stranger”. In a way this was against all I have told him. I
cried. Then I phoned his father. First he was surprised, but he
could understand my decision. He was very sorry that his work has
taken up so much of his time, so he hadn’t been there for me.

An hour later, I got a phone call from Amber. She was also crying
in the phone. I told her to come over to me and we cried and
sobbed for hours.

The escorts phoned us about 6 hours later and told us that your
children had arrived at the facility. It was a kind of relief.
Now I could focus on the parent seminar I had to attend in order
to be ready for my 2 weeks stays in Jamaica.


In Jamaica
----------

We arrived in the airport and went over to the man holding the
sign. We were about 20 people in the bus. Most of them were
parents going there to visit their child in the programs, but as
it turned out we were 4 people who were going on a wilderness
expedition.

Mr. Kaufmann was a very stern looking man. His boy was in the
horsemanship program, but he had decided to take his son out on
this expedition because his boy was not working the program. The
letters, he was receiving was full of anger toward his father
placing him there. His hope was that this expedition would make
his son bond with him again.

Mrs. Newborn had her daughter in the program. As it turned out
her daughter had been a part of the same street gang; Mr.
Kaufmann’s son had been a part off. Opposite the son of Mr.
Kaufmann, she was done remarkable well in the program, but if she
could not find a partner with similar experiences in the program
like her self, she would be in danger of going back to her old
ways, when she returned to her old neighbourhood. Having someone
to make sure that the after-care is taken care off, when the
child returns home is very important according to staff at
Medication Inlet.

We arrived at the motel the facility owned. There we received our
gear and outfit. Then we meet with Mr. Krankenstrein – the
therapist. We talked about teens and dating and how to avoid them
from having unprotected sex, stop their alcohol intake etc. He
showed us some tools. Even a wonderful designed chastity belt
from Berlin made out of steel. Most importantly our session with
Mr. Krankenstein confirmed what we learned at the parent seminar.
back home. We were not bad parents. Every youth made a number of
mistakes. As a parent you don’t have to agree off them all. They
learn by their mistakes. But they also have to learn that very
decision they make have consequences. Their decisions had made
them ending up here. It was only they and their willingness to
work with themselves that could get them home again.

After our therapist left we continued to talk. It was odd how
similar our stories were. We all were concerned parents working
double shifts to buy the best for our children. Somehow they
anyway managed to slip off the road of purity and temperance. It
was odd. Then we all talked about our ex. It was late before we
went to our room.


Gearing up
----------

The next morning we waited for our transport to the campus. When
a cart came with one of the students, who were on a long-term
stay, we got a shock. She was pulling cart all dressed up like a
human horse. When she saw her parents, they ran to her and hugged
her. We could hear them sob. They soon drove off. Then another
cart came – and another one.

Suddenly it was Bill and Brittany, who pulled a cart into the
parking yard. Of course, I hugged him and I could see tears in
his eyes too. “I love you. Oh my darling. I love you.” I said.
When I had comforted him, I stood a step back, so I could see his
outfit.

From top to bottom: He had a head-harness on with blinkers and a
bit gag in this mouth. There were reins attach to the harness so
a driver could control his directions. His body was enclosed in a
very heavy leather corset. It was laced very tight. It could not
believe that they had been able to put him in it. What an
unbelievable waist! There were D-rings on the side of the corset
and small chains were going to his arms which were cuffed and
connect both to the corset and the cart. A small detachable
leather flap was going between his legs covering his genitals.
From the corset a leather strap was going up to a leather collar
which immobilized his head.

Brittany was in a similar outfit, but her corset covered her
nipples. They were both trying to say some thing. I think that
they pleaded us to free them, but we knew from the parent seminar
that they either were in the denial phase, guilt trip phase,
anger phase or negotiation phase.

There was no reason for us to remove the gag and hear them deny
their actions by saying something like: “I can’t believe you did
this to me!”, “I don’t belong here!”, “I’m not learning anything;
all they do is baby-sitting me!”, “The kids here have much worse
problems than mine!”, “They have criminals, kooks, and drug
addicts here!”

They are so cleaver at the parent seminars, but of course they
are use to deal with a lot of children with those problems. You
may wonder why I was so quick to accept my son being in such
overwhelming restraints. But during the seminars we also talked
about the high number of deaths in the industry. The fact is that
children of dies every year when staff members try to calm them
down and have to restrain them. Not even cattle pods and pepper
spray which is fairly used at other behaviour manipulation
facilities seems to prevent these deaths.

That is why the staff at Meditation Inlet uses another approach.
When student arrives he or she is put in a discipline corset.
They are cuffed at hands and feet. Most of the air is compressed
out their lunges which make them less motivated to argue, fight
and even run away.

Bill certainly looked unable to do something out of order.

We loaded our gear and started to walk out. Soon we left the main
road and went on to a small track. Whenever it became too hard
for our children to pull the cart, a staff member came over with
a whip and gave them a lash or two. It seemed to motivate them.
However, one time we had to push in order to help them on a
slippery part of the track. They were reddish on their buttocks.

We were told by the staff members that we had to see to that they
got something to drink regularly and so we did. The students were
able to drink water despite the gag. They must have been trained
very well during the first week.

Then it was time for lunch. It was the philosophy of Meditation
Inlet that troubled youth needs to be controlled like smaller
children. We parent have to take control of them and then they
have to earn our trust again.

A staff member came over to show me how to free Bill from the
cart and maintain control over him. First I had to make sure that
there was a short chain going between the legs so he couldn’t
run. Then I had to take the chains to his hand and connect them
to a D-ring on the back of the corset. Finally I had to connect
the cuffs on this upper arm to two other D-rings on the corset,
so his arms held into his body. When all these precautions were
made it was time for me to disconnect him from the cart.

When he was free the staff member showed me how to control him by
holding on to the chains. When I removed the gag, the first thing
he said was: “Mother. What have you done? Why have you put me
here? This has been so terrible. Please take me home.” What a
typical example of the guilt phase.

We also learned about the guilt phase at the seminar: Sentences
like: “If you really loved me, you’d bring me home!” or “You
don’t know how terrible it is here, or you’d get me out!” or “I'm
going to starve; the food is disgusting!” or “No one cares about
me; staff do whatever they want to me!” or “I’m treated like a
prisoner!” or “You can’t believe the staff; they’ll tell you
anything in order to keep me here!” or “The kids here are a bad
influence on me. You should hear what they talk about!” was to
expect from children going through this phase.

I ignored his outcry. If I took notice, he did not have to
progress through the long, hard process of making real and
lasting changes. I knew from the seminars that is how children
are expected to react.

We made lunch. Because it was a family camp we were allowed to
use some modern tools. As we were told it was a kind of balance.
Wilderness therapy with children only is a lot tougher due to the
fact that they can not leave the course. But at family camp the
adults can bail out, so they are a little softer here.

Amber and Brittany sat down with us. We were eating when I asked
him how his first week had been. Bill wouldn’t talk about it, so
Brittany told her story.


Brittany’s story
----------------

“Mother woke me when two large unknown women in the room. She
left running like a chicken with the head chopped off“. Amber
would have been killed right at that spot, if a look could kill.

Amber was clearly in her anger phase. What would be the next
sentence? “If you ever want to see me again, you’d better get me
out of here!”, “You’ll wish you’d never done this to me!” or “I
don’t want to be your child anymore!”

She went on with her story. “Well they put a hood over my head
and I was in darkness for the next 8 hours. When they removed me
they stretched on some kind of rack and I got this damn corset
on. They laced it so tight that I only could grunt yes or no the
first 24 hours. You can not even imagining how humiliating it
was. I wetted myself on the plane. Of course I had a diaper on,
but anyway. I am 16 years old. They shouldn’t do so to us.”

“Well, they did so to you because you were on a road towards the
mortuary. We want to help you to pull your lives together.
Drinking alcohol in your age – what were in your heads?”

“I have read the impact letter my mother wrote. It would not
happen again.”

Aha - The negotiation phase. Of course we were warned against
this kind of manipulation. They would say like: “If you bring me
home, I promise there won’t be anymore problems!”, “We can work
out our problems better at home as a family. We can all go to
therapy together!”, “If I work hard, will you take me home
by...?” or “I’m willing to work on my problems, but can’t I do it
at a different school - one that will help me?”

“Don’t try to fool us. Try and work with your problems instead.
We won’t cave in.” I looked at Amber and she nodded, which made
Brittany cry. Amber took her hands. “Darling! You can go through
this program if you let your self be helped by the staff and me
as a team. Please tell us more from your first week here.”

Brittany pulled herself together. “After being restrained in the
corset, they made me sit in the hallway where I saw Bill being
put in a corset also. I have never seen a boy in a corset. It was
so odd. He tried to twist in his bonds but he was laced so tight
that he lost consciousness. They used smell salt to revive him,
when he was finished and we were taken down to a dining hall
where we were served soup. We were each assigned a senior
student, who watched us all time. We were not allowed to talk to
each other.”

“For the next 2 days it was group therapy, where we had to
explain the content of the impact letter to other students. We
were not in the same group. We were forced to confess or they all
went down on us. Every intercourse were examined and commented.”
Brittany started to cry. “It was so mortifying. All these
questions: Did he take you from behind? Where did you do it? Was
his penis large?” She was dissolved in tears. Amber coached her
as well as she could. On the seminars we were told that we should
let them talk about the school and comfort them. They would of
course exaggerate. It was a strategy for them to make us feel
sorry for them. Some of it they would make up. Not because they
are bad children, but because self-healing is hard work.

“Then on the third day we were taken to the stables. There they
had an awful kind of machine which they called “The walker”. It
is a kind of a carousel with chains hanging down from the
ceiling. We were hooked up to it and order to go around leaded by
the chain, so we could get into shape. Bill would not go, so they
pierced him in his nipples and connected the chain to them. It
was awful.”

I looked at his breast. I had not noticed it before. Yes, there
was a ring in each of his nipples and they had put small bells to
the rings. There had been so many new impressions today, so I had
not noticed. Amber was also shocked. I was about to say something
when a guard came over. I pointed at the bells.

“Oh. You have signed consent to this in the enrolment contract.
See here.” I must have overlooked this paragraph in the contract.
I turned to Bill. “I am so sorry. I did not read the contract
thorough it seems.”

He did not even look at me. Amber broke the silence and told
Brittany to continue her story.
“We were forced to exercise the most of the day and continue to
write in our journal in the breaks. Then yesterday they had to
take precautions against the increased risk of Bill catching
prostate cancer.”

I was a huge question mark. How do they do that?

Brittany sobbed and Bill face turned read. She voice stuttered as
she continued. “They took me to some kind of bench were I was
tied up. Totally tied up! I could not move an inch. Before they
hooded me Bill came in – also hooded. He had latex pants on with
a sheath to his penis. There was also a kind of pump which Bill
has told me was connected to a butt plug.”

“Butt plug?” I had not heard the term before.

“You know. I kind of rubber thing which a stuffed up in your
behind.”

My jaw dropped. Amber was shocked too. Why did we not read that
contract carefully? We must have been in a lot of stress.

“Well, I got my hood on and then I felt something vibrating down
– down - you know where.”

I wanted her to stop her story, but a part of me did not. Parents
should not know about the sex-lives of their children. Neither
should the children know about our sex-lives. But I hate to admit
it. Something was becoming wet on my own body.

“They later told me that it was a vibrator so it would not hurt
so much when Bill entered me.” She wept again. “I tried to fight
it, but it turned me on. I could not help it.” It took some
minutes before she got hold on herself again. “Then Bill entered
me. He gave me a good work over. I could feel his penis getting
hotter. It must have been when he came. He retracted, but then
they continued to work me over with the vibrator and brought me
to a point, I have felt before. I hated myself for caving into
their treatment, but it was so nice. I have never felt so before.
It was a waves and waves of pleasure rolled through my body.”

“Honey - Slow down a little.” Amber tried to cut in. She was
clearly very discomforted by hearing Brittany’s story.

Suddenly Bill spoke. He had listened to her story all time. “I
don’t know how they did it. I know that I am not a gay but the
butt plug made me have a hard-on almost at the same. I never saw
Brittany. All I know was that they force me into a bath room
where I received an enema before they put the butt plug in. Then
I was hooded and followed somewhere where my penis was put inside
something. They increased the size of the butt plug to a point
where I was a kind of forced to have an orgasm. The flow of semen
just seemed to go on forever. When the hood came off, I was back
in the bath room, where they switch the inflatable butt plug with
an ordinary one. The whole week has been awful.”

Brittany cut in again. “Yes and they gave us an enema this
morning again. Two times in a row in fact to make sure that we
would not need to use the toilet for the big thing the first
day.” Amber looked at me and nodded. They were not finished using
the guilt phase on us.

The lunch was over. The children were hook up to the cart once
more. The track were becoming in a poorer condition. We had to
help the children a lot of times, but they still received a lash
with the whip or two. It was a harsh expedition, but
detoxification is not easy. We have to push our children to their
limit for their own good.

Our dinner was conducted in silence. Everybody was tired. Tents
were put up and we all went to bed. I had to go into the wood to
pee and when I came back into the tent, I could see Bill had
cried. “Relax – honey. Mom is here with you.” He turned away from
me. This was not going to be easy.


Group therapy and Bill’s impact letter
--------------------------------------

The last two days had been almost the same - endless hiking and
meals with very little conversation. They were now up in the
mountains. The trails were slippery and as result the staff
members had to use the whip a lot of times.  Of course I was
worried that it was too harsh for the children. No parent wants
to see their child in this condition, but what is the
alternative?

I remember when I had some of my friends over for coffee a month
ago. For some reason the television was on. We saw a show from
MTV about children being jailed in Idaho. A girl had been a
runaway and had in fact made it to Texas. Asked by the judge if
the mom would take her daughter home, the mom answered that she
would not resume custody. The daughter broke down on TV and we
were shocked by the reaction of the mom - I not at least. I could
not understand how she could sit there while her daughter was
shackled in front of her. That was a month ago.

Well, now I am pushing the very cart, my son is chained to. I
know from the seminar that the alternative would be a destructive
path to his death, if I had not interfered. I have isolated him
from the dangers and temptations of the real world for his sake.
I am saving his life.

A staff member yielded: “Stop! It is time for lunch and then we
all have to participate in group therapy.”

When the lunch was over, we all sat in a circle. A staff member
took the word and asked Bill to talk about his impact letter.
Bill started to read it:

---
Dear Bill

When I took the decision to enrol you to this program, I did it
in order to prevent you from destroying your life. I did have
anything against you having a girl friend. Brittany is a good
girl. But you took your relationship into a new phase – a too
mature phase – taking your age into consideration. I felt
betrayed not being informed about a so important step in your
life.

I would also address your addiction to alcohol. I don’t know why
you choose to act in such a wrong way. Perhaps I had my share of
responsibility when my marriage with your father broke up.
Perhaps I was not there for you, when you needed my support.

You lack of trust in me made me feel hart broken. We have always
been close.

But I am here for you now. Every step we take on this journey of
emotional growth and healing! I want your relationship with
Brittany to continue but you need to learn about responsibility
and consequences, which comes when it comes to involving your
self into a relationship.

You are my only son and I want to see you successful and happy. I
want to help you to reach that, but you have a huge share of the
work reaching it. There I will encourage you to work towards that
goal, so we all can return home soon as a reunited family.

Mom
---

There was a moment of silence when he was finished. He just sat
there and looked in the ground. Then he spoke:

“Mom - I am sorry about us drinking alcohol, but I love Brittany
and want us to be together. We made an error of judgement and
that does not make us addicts.”

“I think that you are still in denial. How did you end up in that
sofa with her? I suspect that it was some kind of spontaneous
act, which got out of hand. You don’t need to have sex just
because you have a girlfriend. It is the alcohol. It blurred your
mind.”

He got upset. “We only did it twice.” Brittany blushed, but he
was not finished. “The first time was at her place where I have
to acknowledge, that we drank wine, before it came to us being
together. The second time was in my room. We did not drink
anything that time.”

I had to make me a reminder about rearrangement of his furniture.
I could not stand the thought of having something in my house he
had having sex in. I was about to reply him when the therapist
cut in.

“Well, he is 16 years of age. Both he and his girlfriend had
reached the age of consent. What they did is technical legal, but
what about contraception? Did you use that?”

Bill was clearly uncomfortable about getting into that issue. “No
because Brittany was on the pill.”

I turned towards Amber. Why was Brittany on the pill? Was she
some kind of a wild girl? Had I misjudged her entirely?

Amber staggered. “She is on the pill, because her bleeding was
very irregular. Our doctor told us that getting her on the pill
would fix that.”

I sighed from relief. Bill needs a girlfriend that would be
faithful.

The therapist continued. “Regardless of the fact that your
girlfriend was on the pill, you still need protection. A lot of
diseased can spread when you don’t protect yourself. Also keep in
mind that the pill sometime does not work for an unknown reason.
It is not a lot of fun to get a baby, when you have not finished
your education.”

Bill waved deprecating. He was not going to admit Brittany and
his mistake. But the therapist insisted. It was very clear that
he was tired of Bill trying to avoid serious subjects. “Do you
think that you are unable to make her pregnant? Are you not a
man?”

Bill exploded in anger. He tried to stand up, but of course it
was trained counsellors, so they had seen to that one of the
chains was secured to longer chain, which all the students were
connected to. So he fell instead, which made it easy for other
staff members to strap him up entirely. I close my eyes why they
struggled. I could not bear to see him being restrained. On the
other hand I knew that his torment was for his own good. He
needed to be provoked. He could not continue to lower his head
and avoid every problem in his life. He had to confront his
demons in order to mature.

When I opened my eyes again they had shovelled a huge gag ball in
his mouth and his cuffs were strapped securely to his corset. He
was under control but certainly still upset. Some mumbling sounds
came from his mouth, but I could not under stand what he said.
Group therapy and Brittany’s impact letter

The therapist turned to Brittany. She was in shock due to Bill’s
restrained condition. Her face was dissolved in tears. “Brittany.
Read your letter.”

She unfolded her impact letter and tried to read, but she
faltered and started to cry. Amber took the letter out off her
hand and read the letter instead.

---
Dear daughter

You have always been my little princess. I remember those
countless times where we have dressed you up in gowns and played
with makeup. It was our little world - Our small games. Now you
have decided to play with your boyfriend instead. I am not
jealous. I knew this time would come. But I had hoped that you
would have come to me – that you would have entrusted me, so I
could have mentored you. Instead you jumped into irresponsible
love-making without taking the simples precautions against
pregnancy.

I took reasonability as a parent and took you here. I did not
send you here to be fixed. I am here in person for you and I will
stay at your side to the bitter end. I want to see you succeed.
By taking the tough decision of you being here together with me,
I have reached out for you. Let us work together in order to heal
as a family.

Mom
---

When Amber stopped, Brittany wiped her tears away. “Mom. I am so
sorry. I did not understand why I did as I have done. Please. I
will be a good a well-behaved daughter forever. Just let us go at
once.”

Amber understood the trick and manipulation. “Brittany. You can
not return home now. You have issues to work with. You can not
return home and be a little girl again. You are soon a grown-up
woman.”

“But… What are you expecting from me? I don’t understand.”

The therapist cut in “You need to see inside yourself. You need
to tell us about your feelings. You must open up. I feel the
anger, the resent towards your mother for her to send you here.
You need to ask yourself. Why did you not go to your mother
before getting started with Bill? Why do you need alcohol to
loosen up before you have sex?”

“What kind of daughter would tell her mom, when she are about to
have sex?”

“A responsible daughter. A daughter, who thinks about
consequences of her actions. How is your mom going to be able to
give you advise about the very important act sexual intercourse
is, when she is not informed of your actions?”

“Are we not entitled to a private life?”

“Yes. You are. But taking such an important step calls for
advice.”

“But I was on the pill!”

“Yes. However, sometimes the pill doesn’t work and what about
sexual transmitted disease?”

“Okay. You have a point.”

“But it doesn’t stop there. You rebelled for a reason. You need
to see inside yourself and find out what that reason is. You also
need to find out what you are ashamed off.”

“Ashamed?”

“Yes - Ashamed, because you used alcohol to let your feelings
loose. You want to be so much in control that you could not go
through with sex without using alcohol as a kind of anaesthetic.
It is quiet normal for girls, who have been the nice girl all
their life. You are too focused on your appearance. Amber – is it
not correct that Brittany have been polite and obedient since
your husband left you.”

Amber looked surprised. “Yes. I never had any problems with her -
Always helpful. Why is that a problem?”

“Sometimes people can be so busy doing the right thing that they
wear themselves out. That can also happen to adults. Being the
perfect daughter – perfect wife – can be so exhausting, that
people start to suffer from stress. I may have given too many
clues here. Brittany: Start to reflect about your reaction to
your parents divorce and how your role in your home was altered.
Let’s stop for now and see if Bill has cooled down.”

A staff member took the gag out of Bill’s mouth. When asked if he
was ready to discuss the matter further de declined. Although it
was clear for me that the therapist wanted to push Bill for
reason he did not. The rest of the day went by in silence. Our
group therapy had exhausted us all. Bill did not speak a word to
me beside “Yes” and “No”.


Rain and sacrifice
------------------

The next morning it was raining. In fact raining was understated.
It was pouring down. Very soon the trail was muddy and Brittany
and Bill were unable to pull the cart. A staff member tried his
best to motivate them with the whip, but it was of no use. They
just couldn’t. We even tried to push. The cart was stuck. The
staff member turned to me. You have to pull too.”

I was speechless. “But how – there is no room”. He took something
from a bag. It was a harness! “You don’t mean that I have to wear
a harness like our children.”

“Yes. I am serious. One of the purposes with this course is to
teach you how to function as a family – working together. Don’t
you want to help your child?”

I nodded and started to dress up in the harness very reluctantly.
Amber also had to dress up. Fortunately we did not have to
undress. The harness consisted of a kind of leather corset with
were strapped into place rather than laced. Next was a collar,
which forced me to raise my head a little. It was a little
uncomfortable. “Does it have to be like this?”

“Yes. You don’t need to look other places than where you are
going.”

On the corset there were two leather cuffs for my upper arm. I
did not like it, but what would a mother not do for her child. A
strap went between my legs. If I had been naked it would have
covered my private parts. Finally I got leather cuffs on my
wrist. They were chained to D-rings on the corset. I was
immobilised. Amber and I were placed in front of Brittany and
Bill.

We were soon connect to the cart and were waiting for the signal
to pull, when a staff member put a harness over my head. Before I
had a chance to react, a bit gag was shovelled in my mouth. The
staff member could see that I was about to protest and said “This
is a team challenge where you have to work with your child under
almost the same conditions as he endures so you can bond and
solve the task together.”

I settled down. They knew best. I am only a mom. What do I know?

One staff member went behind the cart in order to push. Another
stood beside us. They signalled us to pull. The cart was stuck!

I almost jumped when I received the first lash. I did not hurt so
much. I was more the shock. HE HIT ME!

“Sorry. But now you are working under the same conditions as your
child. Almost the same because you have clothes on, which takes
something of the effect off.”

I would not give up. Amber received a lash too. I could see that
she also was shocked. She even had a tear running down her chick.
I took her hand just to encourage her. We put all our strength
into it. Suddenly the cart moved. Slowly we managed to pull it
forward. We did it!!

We continued to pull the cart until lunch. Once in a while a
staff member came with water. It was difficult to drink with a
bit in your mouth. I can tell for sure.

At lunch time, when we all were seated and our gags removed, Bill
addressed me with admiration in his voice. “Mom – I did not
realise what you were trying to do for me before. Now I
understand that you truly are prepared to go more than an extra
mile for me.”

“Do you want to give the program a chance and not be in denial
all time?”

“Yes, I do. Since the last group therapy session I have thought
about the reason for me to be so angry. Perhaps I was no so good
to express my feelings about your divorce. Perhaps I unknowingly
had blamed you for the divorce. I know dad always have worked a
lot and you had some problem. I did not understand that he also
had had his share of the reason for the divorce.”

“I know. We did not explain to you that we simply grew apart. We
neglected your feelings because we was busy creating a life for
us separately.”

The staff member came over and signalled that is was time for us
to continued. The gag was still unpleasant to have inserted. I
was a little sore in my jaws, but there was no turning back, if
the sudden progress in my son’s behaviour should continue.
Back on the trial I could not avoid noticing how exhausted poor
Amber was. The pulling was taking a toe on her. She was panting
and sweating.

Suddenly she collapsed. A staff member freed her and gave her
something to drink. Brittany was also released from her bonds and
she was down on her knees and cried while the staff member was
trying to make Amber regain consciousness.

Amber came around after a couple of minutes. Brittany hugged her
and sobbed, while she ensured her mother that she would behave in
the future. They were both muddy when they stood up. It was to
clear that we all have experienced an emotional break-through
today.

Before dinner we got down to a small creek where we all washed.
It was the first time since we had left Meditation Inlet they got
a chance to get their corset off. They could have run but they
choose not to. Instead they enjoy each other while they swam
naked. It was as they were children again. Suddenly all our
arguments back home seemed to be far away, but I knew that there
would be a new challenging day tomorrow.

Back in camp all seemed to be joyful. Also the Kaufmanns and the
Newborns had good news. After having their offspring pulling
their cart without even looking at each other for days, the two
youth had made a connection. Perhaps there was a future for this
couple.

This evening the children went to sleep early. We had a group
meeting with the staff members, where we discussed the progress
in the program. It was clear that all children were passed the
initial barrier all children put up when they enter treatment. We
could not build trust on the very foundation, we had created with
our team-work pulling the cart together with our children.


The long road back
------------------

The next days also were also rain and muddy trials. My jaws were
so sore from the days with a gag my mouth. Breakfast was a pain.
On day three I had to call for a break several times. I received
several laces from the whip. The only thing that kept me going
was the well-being of my child.

Lunch was eaten in totally silence - Dinner also. We were all so
tired.

Then something terrible happened. I got sick. My stomach was
totally out of order. I had to call for a break every 15 minutes.
A staff member approached me. “We can not stop every that many
times. We are approaching one of our backup cabins, where we can
do something.”

We arrived at the cabin and Amber was told to take care of the
children while I went inside with two of the staff members.

Inside there was an odd contraption inside. I was told to undress
and to lie down on it. Once I was in place they put a leather
strap over my body, so I could not move. Surprised and wordless I
observed how they fitted cuffs on my hands and feet. The final
touch was a collar and suddenly I felt a little uneasy about the
procedure. “What are you doing?”

“We are going to give you an enema, so your bowels are empty. It
should fix the stomach infection you sooner. It would not hurt so
much if you lie still. That is why we have strapped you down.”

“But..” I did not finish my sentence because they shovelled a gag
ball into my mouth. “Mfpp…”

“Just relax. It would not take long.”

I felt something enter my rectum. It hurt a little. Then a warm
feeling began to fill up.

“We are using water with a degree about your body temperature in
order to minimize stomach cramps.”

The water seemed to run forever. The pressure inside my body
built up. It became almost unbearable. I tried to get their
attention but either they could not understand my mumbling sounds
or they were used to their patients feeling uneasy.

Then the flow stopped and one of the staff members pulled the
nozzle up. I was about to relax so the water could run out, when
I felt a pain at my splinter. Something bigger was about to enter
me. I tried to pull myself free, but of course it was of no use.

The other staff member tried to calm me down. “Relax. The water
has to stay inside you for about 15 minutes in order to achieve
the best result, so we are inserting a butt plug.”

The pain increased but suddenly my splinter gave in. I froze from
surprise. The pain stopped. However, suddenly the plug seemed to
grow. It could not be!

“Relax. We are just pumping it a little, so the water does not
run out. We are leaving you now so we can attend the rest of the
expedition in the meantime.”

They left.

After some ten minutes my stomach began to cramp. I groaned. The
groaning turned into whimper. One of the staff members heard me
and came inside. “We are having group therapy with the children
alone, so we won’t have you distracting his attention.” He took
the gag ball out. I relaxed my jaw for a moment but my torment
was not over. The staff member told me to open my mouth again and
a different kind of gag went in. He padded me on my head to
comfort me. “Well, it is a pecker gag – it should keep you
quiet.” He left.

The cramp worsened. If I could, I would be screaming. I have
never in my life experienced such a feeling. Suddenly all went
black.

I must have passed out. When I opened my eyes, Bill was in front
of me. “Mom, what have they done to you?”

“Well, now you can see for your own eyes that your mom is not a
quitter. Leave us now, so we can free her.”

Bill left the cabin and I was freed from the trestle. I could
barely stand on my feet. They supported me over to a primitive
toilet where I was standing over the bowl when the plug was
deflated and pulled out. Very fast my remains leaving the body.

“See. That is fine. One time more and we should be able to avoid
all those stops.” I began to cry and they comforted me. “We will
stay beside you all the way this time.”

The procedure started over again. I had to admit that I did not
take it bravely. But I did go through with it and my stomach
problems stopped.

The next day we saw the ocean when we passed a hill top. Treasure
Beach with its white beach was a sight for gods. Our final leg on
our journey – the campus of Meditation Inlet – was reached late
that evening.


Tough ordeal
------------

Once we entered the campus they took us to some buildings beside
a large sports ground. Once inside a building, we were surprised
when we were presented to the fact that we had to sleep in a box.
However, once I had found a good spot in the hay it was not so
bad. Bill fell asleep at once. I sat for some time and looked at
my poor child. He looked so peaceful when he was sleeping.

I was glad that I choose to go along with him on this wilderness
expedition. While I was home and waited until it was time to join
my child here in Jamaica, I surfed various places on the
internet. Story after story of children dragged out of their bed
in the middle of the night in order to be sent off to some
wilderness. They were put through all types of torment. Almost
everyone, who was on myspace and had been to a program, was also
member of some myspace group against institutionalized child
abuse. It had been a stuff program for both me and my son. I
could only imagine how tough the program would have been for him
if I had not been present.

I looked at my son again. Had we regained our trust in each other
again? Tomorrow would bring the answer to that question.

The next morning students – junior staff members – we were told,
came for us. We were all taken into the bath where all the dirt
was washed off. When it was time to dress I was surprised that my
close only consisted of a harness and briefs just covering our
genitals. Our children was marched off and came back full
corseted and in cuffs.

Both Brittany and Bill seemed to have lost weight or perhaps it
was their corset. What a waist Brittany had. She would make every
future husband proud.

A staff member greeted us and we stood in a circle so he could
explain what we were about to do.

“Today we are going to make a number of exercises in order to
show you that you all are in the same boat. By collaboration you
will be able to overcome every obstacle. Let gets started.
Please. All the parents must follow me.”

We left the stable are and went over to the main house. Once
inside we were told to go to the basement and undress.

We were standing outside the changing room covering our private
place, when a female staff member came for Amber. She left with
her. 5 minutes it was my turn. We got upstairs where I was lead
into a room where a kind of bar was hanging down from the
ceiling. I was told to take a firm hold on the bar. Once I did
the staff member quickly fastened cuffs on my hands. Everything
at this wilderness therapy expedition had been so strange than I
did not bother to ask anymore.

Nevertheless, I was surprised when she pushed a button on the
wall and the bar started to rise. I was standing on my tip-toe,
when it stopped. It was very uncomfortable. Then she put cuffs on
my feet. I was about to ask her what she was doing when she
pushed the button once more. Now I was hanging by my hands and my
body was stretched out.

My arms hurt. Suddenly I felt some leather fabric around my
waist. It was a corset!
Somehow and I don’t know why I did not ask her to stop. I think
that I understood that this strange outfit was necessary if the
task should be completed. I wanted to return home with a healed
son.

Instead of stays the corset had straps and she laced it tight.
Very tight indeed because I panted every time I tried to get a
deep breath. I was lowered to the floor. Before she released me,
I got a collar on. It was a special collar which made it almost
impossible for me to lower my head. She released me from the bar
but the cuffs remained on and it turned out that she could chain
them to some D-rings at the side of the corset. My upper arms
were also immobilized with leather cuffs and connected to the
corset. I peace of leather went between my legs covering my
private parts. I was ready for the task and the cuffs on my feet
were disconnected from the floor.

Before we left the room she placed me before a large mirror. I
was stunned by the sight. “Wow. Where did I get the waist from?”

“Well. First of all you have been almost 2 weeks in the field
doing intense and hart hiking. Second of all corsets trim your
body. Shall we proceed?”

I nodded and to my surprise I got a gag in my mouth. I was the
same kind of pecker gag I had in my mouth at the cabin. Then it
was back to the stable. Once inside I was shocked when I saw
where we were going. Inside the room all the children and Amber
was already hooked up to some kind of carousel with chains
hanging down from metal arms. It must be what Brittany had talked
about – the walker. I was lead into position. In front of me
there was a chain down from one of the arms. I was a little
course a little curious about where they were going to connect
it. Then I was what the staff member had in his hands. Nipple
clamps!!

I tried to pull back but another staff member held me tight. I
could fell the cold sweat running down my back. Then I felt the
pain. It was so intense. I would have screamed out right there if
I had not been gagged. They waited a little for the pain to
settle before the next clamp was put on. It was just as painful
as the first one. I was on the verge of passing out. A staff
member stood by me until I regained as much control as I could.
The pain became bearable.

Then I heard a suppressed cry. It was Mr. Kaufmann. It was clear
that he fought himself so he did not show weakness but he could
not hide the pain. It was in fact the first time since the start
of the journey that I had seen sign of weakness by Mr. Kaufmann.
However, he was quick to regain control over himself.

Mrs. Newborn got a panic attack when she saw the clamps. Like me
she tried to pull her self way but it was of no use. I closed my
eyes when the clamps came on. I could not take to see the fear in
her eyes. Her groans filled the room but they died away after
some time. We were ready.

One of the staff members came forward. “Welcome to our first task
today. The purpose of this exercise is to show that we all share
the burden of life. Pain is equal for everyone. Life is not
always happiness and joy. Work has to be done. We all have to do
our share. I will leave you to the mercy of the walker for now.
Enjoy”

He left and pressed a button on his way out. The so-called walker
started. It did not go very fast. Be sure that I followed a long!
Every time I did walk too slow, they pain in my nipples got me to
correct my speed. I look around as much as the collar allowed.
Everybody seemed in some degree of pain and tried their best to
maintain the right speed. I kept an eye on Bill. He was also
looking at me. He had a worried look in his face.

It seemed that we have been going forever. I lost track of time.
Suddenly it was over. The staff members came back. They removed
the clamps and I sank to my knees due to the pain caused by the
blood returning to my nipples. I expected us to be freed, but we
were marched out to our next task.


Trust
-----

We were guided down to the beach. Once we arrived the staff
members removed our gags and released us from our cuffs on our
arms. It was time for our next task.

“This task is about trust. One at the time you will stand on the
top of the platform. Your task is to let you fall back down from
the platform, where your team members will catch you. Brittany.
You are first”.

She was helped up on the platform where the cuffs on her feet
were chained together. The other cuffs were once again connected
to her corset. A heather hood were pulled down over her head and
laced tight. Slowly one of the staff members guided her back on
the platform until she was standing right at the edge.

Then she let her body fall back and we grabbed her.

When all the children had passed the task, it became Ambers turn
and then mine. I was guided to the top of the platform, where I
was tied up. The hood came on. When it was laced tight I could
only hear my own breath. A staff member had his hand on my arms.
It was good because I had difficulties to maintain my balance. It
takes something to let your self fall back. I hesitated, but I
knew in my mind that I had to go through the task if Bill should
have a chance to be healed. So I let my body fall back and were
luckily caught the others.

Soon the rest finished the task and then it was time for our last
task.


Giver – taker
-------------

I followed Amber and our children into a last group therapy
session before we were going home.

It should be us four only. The purpose was to make a home
contract the children should agree to. Of course we wanted our
children home but in order to keeping things normal back home, we
had to gamble. So the message was clear. Unless they could give
very good arguments for us to alter the rules we had on our
paper, they would stay at the campus and work a normal program.
It was not something we would like to happen. In fact it would be
very expensive. We could properly not afford it, but if we played
with open cards, they could continue as before. That was not an
option, we could accept.

When we were seated our therapist greeted us and we started head
on.

We went over their relationship once more and they promised to be
open about the nature of their relationship. No more hiding, no
alcohol because they were ashamed of telling us, that they had
sex.

Of course we also wanted them to stop having sex, but this was
not a St. George based Mormon driven program. Most of the senior
staff-members were from Europe, so they had what they called a
realistic picture of the nature of teenager relationship. Sex
should be allowed once the teen had reached the age of consent,
but it should be protected sex with the use of pills and condom.

We discussed curfews, roles violations, consequences etc.

Our tactic worked. We got it as we wanted. We would once again be
the parents in the relationship with our children. But it was
very clear that our children felt a kind of being locked up in
their own home, so the therapist decided to have a giver-taker
game.

We received a questionnaire:

1.  I agree with the following statement:  It’s nice to be
    important, but more important to be nice
2.  I need to be liked by others more than other people seem to
3.  I do not believe that nice people finish last
4.  I believe that most people on welfare are truly in need.
5.  I frequently give to charity.
6.  Christmas is my favorite holiday.
7.  There was much love in my family when I was a child.
8.  My efforts to achieve or succeed in life are seldom
    interfered with by others.
9.  I do not agree with this saying:  Do unto others as they
    would do unto you, but do it first.
10. I usually feel uncomfortable when others do things for me.
11. I am usually crushed when others have bad opinions of me.
12. I believe that if you cannot say something nice about
    someone, don't say anything.

I could answer “True” to the most of the questions, so I was a
“giver”. In fact I was told that if I did not alter myself a
little so I had more “False” answer, I was in danger of being
exploited. The danger would that I could built up anger inside me
and let it explode uncontrolled if I did not work with myself.

The scorecard of our children was however more balanced, which
were good. They had some issue which they needed to work on but
they were young and had to be committed due to our bluff. The
giver/taker game also came with an explanation of some of our
problems back home. Because both Amber and I were givers in an
almost extreme manner, our children who had a little more taker
in them could manipulate us.

The therapist hammered them which brought tears out. You could
see the fear of being left here at the boarding school in their
eyes. They could acknowledge that they had taken advantage of our
giver status and asked us for our forgiveness, which we of course
gave. The session ended with a big hug and we went into the
waiting room where the coffee waited for us. The therapist saw to
that we got some music on until the others were finished with
their session. Very appropriate to the situation, he chose “The
Pretender”.

Eventually the others came out and you could see that they also
had been rough session. However, we all celebrated the success of
the course at dinner and it was with renewed hope, we went to
sleep in the stable.


Bonding
-------

The next morning we were taken out to our carts. We were all put
in full harness, head-gear and gag as symbol of our reunification
and then we were off. The cart was heavy because the school had
something they were about to have stored at the campus.

The cart was fully loaded and we panted as we worked us towards
the motel. But somehow every step seemed lighter. At last we
arrived at the motel and after we had been freed from the cart,
we went inside for our room key. Some parents in the lobby stared
at us with open mouth as we entered. Most of the parents were
used to see students in pony gear outfit, but we were adults.
Once in our room we got the first decent shower for a long time
and then we got our own clothes on. I had a whole suitcase of his
clothes with me and of course he was delighted. He was taken from
his home with only a T-shirt and some trousers.

I also could not wait to take a bath. Two weeks without shaving
your legs – that is torture. We had arranged for a dinner at the
pool area. Just before we were going to leave, Bill came over and
hugged me. “Mom - You don’t know how much I have missed you. I
have realized that I had hurt you and have taken so much for
granted. This trip has been an eye opener for me. Even though it
was very hart first and I hated it, I came to love it in the end.
I just wanted to tell you that I love you.”

We were the last one to arrive. The dinner was served and we had
a nice cosy evening. When it was time for us to redraw to our
room we had a surprise for Brittany and Bill. We gave them their
own room. Of course we had seen to that there were condoms in
place for them. They were overexcited as they went.


Unexpected twist
----------------

Amber came back to my room, so we could sit and talk about our
experience. We had emptied a bottle of wine when Amber suddenly
exclaimed. “Let’s put on the pony girl outfit once more!”

I was a little drunk but never mind. It did not take long before
I was all dressed out in full corset, harness, gagged and with
the cuffed securely connected to the corset.

Amber guided me over to the bed and had me to lie down in the
bed. My feet were spread out and tied to the bed posters. Then
she closed the blinkers so I could not see anything. She started
to lick my breast and it felt so nice. Then she removed the flap
covering my genitals and continued to lick me. Oh it was so good.
Since my husband left me I did not have any sex beside my
personal friend as I called my vibrating plastic thing.

She must have found it in the suitcase because suddenly I felt it
enter me. She continued to lick me and I was close to climax,
when she suddenly stopped. The dildo was retracted and I waited
for her next move. Then I heard the door.

She had left me!

I tried to move around, but because my feet were tied, I could
not turn. Then I heard the door again. Was I Amber?

I felt a tongue at my ear and she spoke “Relax, I am going to
ride my pony as it never had been ridden before”.

She started to lick me once more. The dildo also joined the
action. I was in heaven.  Then I reached my climax. Treasure
Beach was just outside the window of the motel and it was as I
was down at the beach where waves of pleasure rolled in over me.
She did not stop. It became unbearable and I wanted it to stop.
Finally I lost my breath due to the tight corset.

When I woke I was on my stomach. She pulled me back so I rested
on my knees and positioned her self behind me. I was exhausted
and tried to say something to her, but due to the gag only
unintelligible sound came from me.

Suddenly I felt something in my rear opening. I wanted to move
away from it, but she held me tight in the harness. The pain
increased until something slipped inside me. It was a dildo. My
body stiffened from the shock. Amber allowed me to settle before
she began to work on me. The dildo also went in. Amber increased
the pace and my rear hole felt as it was in fire. She started to
use a riding crop on me. I received several lashes as she
continued to ride me.

Suddenly my second orgasm came. I let out a repressed scream.
Suddenly I also heard her pant and she came with a grunt.

She pulled out. The blinkers were opened and I saw one of the
biggest strap-on dildos, I had ever seen.

The gag was removed and we talked for a bit, before I was let out
of the pony outfit and she left the room.

I had to admit that the pony gear outfit aroused me. Somehow it
was nice to lose control during sex.

I went to sleep and we left Jamaica for home the next morning.


Aftermath
---------

It had been 5 years since I decide to send my son from his home
in order to achieve emotional growth. Brittany and Bill’s life
have been good. They got their high school exam and are now
working towards some kind of degree.

The wilderness therapy had such an immense impact in their life.
They became more motivated and their self-esteem also improved. I
can only recommend parents to go with their child on a wilderness
expedition. Somehow a lot of parents choose out on the challenge
of being with their off-spring in the middle of nowhere. I would
not have missed my experience for a minute.

The journey only had one side-effect, which I have kept a secret
for my son, but this was a pleasant one. From time to time, I
have to travel together with Amber to a farm upstate, where
people engage in pony-play. I found my call as pony slave. Next
week it is time once more.

Finish
