Creep Keep

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Her condition has become more ingrained. She has been in the bum bar ring for 48 hrs. I took her arms out of have fun by fettering them to the back of the bum ring. Her ankles are fettered together, thus, her legs can afford her little balance. She is made into a crunch posture and her only motion is waddling on her ass. I am delighted that the monitoring system is completely implemented; now I can observe her from anywhere. This is insufferable! My bum and back are permanently aching. How lengthy have I been like this? I dread if I attempt to recline I will fall over and not be able to sit up again. I have shown no complaint or resistance to his machinations — I dare not. I think this strategy is working as he has not threatened me. He lavishly luvs the perversion of this restrain bondage and the way he manipulates me. It predominates my mind. I am enormously dependent on him. My isolation has revved my mind to only him — I glance forth to his return, however this thought is abhorrent! I am famished and hungry — clearly, this is intentional, if I had to subscribe some goal to this frenzy I suspect he cravings to manage me in a more complicated manner; something beyond make, coercion and sex. He evidently is maniacal and very organized in in the methods he employs to terrorize me. This diabolical bar he has locked on my head heads to the back of my tongue and has begun to rust from my saliva. The taste of iron is the only thing that wets my palate. The slobbering is sustained — I am so hungry that I peak my head back and attempt to drink it. This discharge is not the worst though. Desperate to relieve myself I wiggled over to the iron grill he has shackled me to and ejected a crap thru the grate. I pee on the floor boards. Tho' it is a agonizing effort I discovered that I can spin onto my back and then my side. This has to be placed cautiously for I can then use my tongue to eat up the piss.