I keep wondering as week passes what I am now being trained for. As your slave I’ve been given lessons on painting nails, I’ve brought packages in and met delivery people on your porch while shackled and used as your personal ashtray.
I’ve been your test dolly for two different fucking machines and an electric cattle prod. I’ve even been your eyes and taken photos of houses for you. The most recent series of trainings have been extra intense and have me craving time with you even more though. What began about two months ago as just quiet time before being used in your cage has evolved into something extreme. Two straight weeks I’ve left your presence as a ball of subby mush just wanting to be used and given instruction. Craving the touch of your hand, the pinch of your clamps, and the feel of your pull on my chains.
This past week began the same as two weeks ago. I was made to drink water. This time the amount was increased to 2 liters. I was told to undress, and you had a diaper ready for me. Then the eye patches went on. Then the headphones. Then the wrap to black out all light and keep the headphones in place. Exactly the same as the week before. That a when you once again pushed the envelope. Instead of the collar and cuffs that allowed my arms to hang at my sides, you put me in shackles that didn’t allow me to extend them below my waist. I was instructed to enter your cage, I was locked inside, and the recording began again.
Then I felt your touch. I felt you holding my hand and felt immediately comforted, but just a few seconds later the cold steel of a small cuff was snapped into place around one thumb, then the other. I was much more restricted than the week before. I couldn’t touch myself more than the area already covered by my corset. You sprayed something onto me that gave me something to smell, you teased my thighs and chest and left my straining in my chastity cage, just hoping that you would allow an orgasm, but you didn’t. I spent the next two hours wriggling and straining in my chastity cage all with your voice being piped into my ears. “Your purpose is to keep your Mistress happy. To do as she instructs you to do…without hesitation”.
Ever since the end of last week’s session/conditioning, I’ve been craving more time with you. I’ve been almost needing to submit. I’ve been wanting the opportunity to continue my conditioning while being used in between as your ashtray, your errand girl, your test dolly, your slave.
I’ve often wondered what it would feel like to be of use to you for a full day or weekend as a 27/7 TPE slave. I feel that’s what all this training is for. I don’t know if I’m ready for that yet, but if that’s your endgame, I know I want to try my best to be worthy of that privilege.
