Chapter 7: Sophie’s Intimate Tour

Sophie’s eyes widened in disbelief. “A sack? They put people in those?” She couldn’t quite wrap her head around Becca’s words.

“Well, they used to,” Becca nodded, trying to clarify. “When I first heard about it in the meeting, I was skeptical too. But it was exactly as they described. It was a white canvas sack shaped like a mummy. Once I was in it, my arms slid into sleeves on the inside, and Ben strapped and buckled me in tight. There were additional straps around the outside, pinning my arms to my sides—even though I couldn’t already move them. The sack also had a built-in collar that fastened around my neck. It looked like a full-body straitjacket. I was completely helpless.”

Sophie’s expression was one of incredulity. “So, you were mummified? That sounds awful. Why would they do that to anyone?”

“Yeah, I guess that’s what it was—a form of mummification,” Becca admitted.

She tried to clarify, “We were told that when individuals need to be transported privately, the rules are different. They can do almost whatever they want. It’s like an authorized kidnapping.”

Sophie’s eyebrows shot up. “And this company does this sort of thing?”

“That’s what they said—at least, it’s one of the things they do,” Becca elaborated. “But they also said they no longer use sacks, and that one was last used on a woman years ago who was involved with a cult. And to ensure she wouldn’t hurt herself or others, they transported her to her family in it.”

“Wait!” Sophie exclaimed. “Did you just say you were put in the same sack they used on her?”

Becca nodded. “Yes, that’s right. They had to custom make them to fit each person’s size, which is one of the reasons they’re no longer used. They’re costly to make, and these days, not many companies are willing to create something like that.”

She continued, “The woman happened to be a size 6, which is the same frame as mine. So, they decided to use the sack at the event—it fit me perfectly as if it were designed specifically for me.”

“But I thought you said you were there to help demonstrate their transport techniques?” Sophie asked. “But they don’t use those sacks anymore?”

Becca laughed. “Yeah.”

She leaned in and added, “Can you say, ‘eye candy?’”

Sophie was at a loss for words but managed to ask, “How long were you in that thing?”

“About an hour,” Becca replied.

“So, what did you do? Just lay there?” Sophie inquired.

“The sack had straps at the shoulders and the feet, so they hung me up on a wall,” Becca explained. “I was told to look pretty, so that’s what I did. I tried to keep a smile on my face.”

Becca grinned, realizing how absurd it all sounded.

Sophie tried to stifle a chuckle. “And they actually paid you to do this?”

Becca’s smile widened with a touch of surprise. “Yep, they paid me to be tied up for the day.”

“So, what happened to the woman?” Sophie asked, her curiosity getting the best of her. “Did they say?”

Becca took a deep breath before answering. “They released her to her family, who then spent months working to deprogram her from everything she’d been through while in the cult.”

“That sounds awful,” Sophie said, her voice filled with sympathy.

Sophie listened, fascinated, as Becca continued to recount her experience working at the private event. The topic had come up during dinner, sparked by Sophie’s earlier comment about Becca’s requirement to be in restraints, thinking that it was a result of the private experience that Veronica told her about.

Throughout most of the dinner, Becca described her role in a very “vanilla” way. However, it became clear to Sophie that Becca’s job at the event involved demonstrating various restraints, including the sack she had described. The details painted a vivid picture of the unconventional work, which intrigued Sophie even more.

What Becca didn’t share with Sophie was the more detailed and unsettling part of the story. Early on, the woman’s family had paid the company to create a custom straitjacket for her, complete with leather cuffs, straps, and a muzzle. This straitjacket became a crucial tool in their efforts to help her recover from her time in the cult.

The woman had to wear a diaper and was kept in that jacket. At the same time, her family worked on helping her detach from the cult’s influence. The family chose not to place her in a facility, due to the stigma associated with such places. Instead, they used the jacket and restraints to manage her safety, allowing her time to adjust away from the cult’s mindset. The restraints were intended to prevent self-harm and outbursts while they focused on her mental recovery.

The description of the jacket and restraints was eerily similar to the one we had received from Michelle and Sebastian. We were told that the company had even tried to recover the items, but by then, they had already changed hands.

For the same reasons they kept the sack, they wanted to jacket. To the company, it was an intriguing showcase that could be used at events, highlighting the unconventional nature of their services—even if they no longer practiced those techniques.

However, the family disposed of the items after the woman died a few years later. Despite their efforts, she never fully recovered from the cult’s influence and eventually had to be placed in a facility where she passed away.

We later confirmed that the jacket was indeed the one used on the woman. There were distinctive markings on the sack, and after I had gotten Becca out of it, I took a picture of those markings with my phone. They matched those on the jacket and the stampings inside the leather restraints.

It all started to make sense. The estate Michelle mentioned was likely where the family had disposed of items, and the jacket and restraints then sat in their studio until we were gifted them.

This helped fill in the gaps regarding the jacket’s origin, explaining why it appeared to be specifically made for someone and designed with both comfort and restraint in mind. It was now evident that it was intended to be, and was, worn every minute of every day.

This clarity made things easier for us. Becca had wanted to be left in the muzzle—she was okay to sleep in it, which always made me a bit anxious. But, knowing that the woman had likely slept in it comfortably, I felt more at ease, allowing Becca to remain in it. I was no longer worried about falling asleep before removing it. Once it was on, Becca stayed in it until the jacket and the leather cuffs and straps were removed.

After learning all this, Becca found herself in the jacket, muzzle, and leather cuffs more often—whenever her anxiety got high. It didn’t matter when. It wasn’t negotiable in any way.

I was comfortable in putting her and leaving her in it, and she understood that once she was in all of it, she would have to stay that way for hours, even frogtied for the night.