Kreep Ceep

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Her condition has become more ingrained. She has been in the arse pub ring for 48 hrs. I took her arms out of have fun by fettering them to the back of the arse ring. Her ankles are shackled together, thus, her gams can afford her lil' balance. She is into a crunch posture and her only motion is waddling on her ass. I am delighted that the monitoring system is downright implemented; now I can see her from anywhere. This is insufferable! My arse and back are frequently aching. How long 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 likes the perverseness of this bondage and the way he manipulates me. It predominates my mind. I am immensely dependent on him. My isolation has revved my mind to only him — I look forth to his return, however this thought is abhorrent! I am famished and thirsty — clearly, this is intentional, if I had to subscribe some aim to this madness I suspect he dreams to manage me in a more elaborate manner; something beyond , coercion and sex. He evidently is maniacal and very organized in in the methods he employs to terrorize me. This diabolical pub 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 salivating is stable — I am so thirsty that I apex my head back and attempt to gulp it. This discharge is not the worst though. Desperate to ease off myself I wiggled over to the metal grill he has shackled me to and banished a poop thru the grate. I pee on the floor boards. However it is a torturous effort I found out that I can roll onto my back and then my side. This has to be placed cautiously for I can then use my tongue to munch up the piss.