It was wonderful getting to serve in person again this week after a week off. The entire Thursday routine for when I get to be directly under your thumb always goes by like a whirlwind from the time I wake up, get into my corset, bra, and dress clothes. The process of getting myself made up and accessorizing correctly, putting on my heels, and making the drive up there knowing that certain levels of pain and discomfort balanced with extreme pleasure await me.
I love performing “the spin” as you inspect my outfit to make sure I’m presentable. I always know that means I’m not far from getting to perform my purpose and advance further in your conditioning program.
This week yet again an extra layer of security was added. We are now up to wrists shacked and chained to my collar. Legs shackled and chained together, then attached to the cage. Thumb cuffs keeping my hands close together. The three bars that keep my neck and head pinned, the one right across my midsection, and the one across my legs that almost keep my body immobile, and this week my nipples were clamped and attached to the cage. Of course, I’m also wearing your headphones that are sending your voice and mantra into my ears and secured to my head with the hood, blindfold, and gag locked into place.
In this state I seem to float between torturingly awake, in a state of dissociative madness, and a state of rest. I can never stay in any one state for more than a few minutes as my brain jumps from one to the next. By the time you let me out of my caged state each week, all I ever want to do is things to serve you. Almost every week you give me the assignment of providing you with smiling selfies and send me away. Within minutes of leaving, I almost always begin counting down until my conditioning continues the next week and what the next added layer will be.
This last week, I must have become extra aroused while in my conditioning as some pinching happened in the cage between my thighs. It stopped once I regained control of my thoughts, but I’m thinking I’m going to order a replacement cage portion of the chastity device soon in case the plastic is finally starting to go.
Final note for this week. My baseball season is probably less than 2 weeks from ending, so being locked back into the corset between visits is on the horizon as well. A winter of being locked into danielle’s body is coming.
