I have 3 days to myself —4320 minutes— so I decided to slap back on my chastity cage and throw away the keys for however long this random number generator dictated. 40 hours… should I stay locked for longer?
I’m ballgagged and collared as I’m writing this. What a rush. There’s no feeling that compares to being like this, ready to be used, ready to comply. I’ve been ballgagged and collared for almost two hours straight, a personal best, could spend the whole day like this. Handcuffs are dangling from my right wrist as well. What can I say? I was just bored. So bored I put on a padlock on the ballgag and now I can’t find the keys to it and can’t take the gag off. Well, time to look for the keys, or not.
In the mean time, my nipples are starting to hurt from the nipple clamps..
Yes, he’s injured. But he can still hold that ice pack being restrained, see? He still represents a threat. Imagine if he stood up and started throwing punches. He could put our and his safety in danger and we don’t want that. Look at those muscles, he’d knock you out instantly. So I don’t care he’s a little injured, I’ll keep him handcuffed for as long as the questioning goes, even if he tells me he’s uncomfortable or that the handcuffs are way too tight, he deserves to be restrained. This is not a picnic day, this is a questioning and he’s a criminal, so he stays handcuffed. Now, where did I leave the legirons?
This is how I like starting my days and doing my chores: ballgagged and collared. You can’t see it but the collar has nipple clamps attached to it. I don’t earn the key to the padlock until I’m done. I hope nobody knocks on my door...