Creep Keep (21 Oct 2016)

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Her condition has become more ingrained. She has been in the donk bar ring for 48 hrs. I took her arms out of play by shackling them to the back of the donk ring. Her ankles are fettered together, thus, her gams can afford her tiny balance. She is made into a crunch stance and her only motility is waddling on her ass. I am delighted that the monitoring system is entirely implemented; now I can watch her from anywhere. This is insufferable! My donk and back are permanently aching. How lengthy have I been like this? I dread if I try 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 likes the perversion of this restrain bondage and the way he manipulates me. It predominates my mind. I am utterly dependent on him. My isolation has revved my mind to only him — I look forth to his return, tho this thought is abhorrent! I am famished and hungry — clearly, this is intentional, if I had to subscribe some objective to this madness I suspect he fantasies to manage me in a more elaborate 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 metal is the only thing that wets my palate. The drooling is sustained — I am so hungry that I peak my head back and try to guzzle it. This discharge is not the worst though. Desperate to unwind myself I wiggled over to the metal grill he has fettered me to and expelled a poop thru the grate. I pee on the floor boards. However it is a agonizing effort I detected 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 gobble up the piss.