I’m writing this before a much-needed nap as being locked back into the corset as well as you causing an orgasm this last week has led to very restless nights of shorter sleep cycles.
This past session in the cage was very limit pushing. I fell so easily into what I’m starting to call “trance space”. It’s not subspace where I was going in and out of REM sleep every few minutes, I’m pretty much unable to reach that level with the constant stimulation from the nipple clamps and what is now almost immovable bondage. It’s a space in my head where I have become hyper fixated on your voice. When you added the bondage to my wrists that made it almost impossible to touch my own body, I had no way to stimulate touch on other parts of my body as the pain and soreness of the nipple clamps escalated and didn’t let up. In that state, I had no choice but to fully focus on your voice. It was the only thing that would bring temporary relief to the pain of the nipple clamps. That level of hyper focus somehow caused me to involuntarily respond to you and your command every time it repeated in my ears. When you reached in and removed one of the clamps, I actually had a small orgasm from just that small about of stimulation from your touch. When you removed the other clamp and began to use the vibrator, my lower body just went crazy. I knew a mess was being made in the diaper you had me in. I’m glad I had it on so it wouldn’t need to be cleaned up or spilled in my panties or hose.
Although you told me my time in the cage was only about an hour and a half, it felt like much longer and left me more exhausted both physically and mentally than the week before when I was left in for 2.5 hours. Another thing I noticed was as you induced the orgasm you had one of the most evil laughs I’ve ever heard. It resonated right through your voice in the headphones. I’ve only heard you laugh like that in the past when you are humiliating me by making me eat my sissy mess or dealing out truly painful torture.
Since being sent home locked in the corset again, I’ve been wearing my bra with the padded cups underneath the full support bra to almost totally complete my danielle shape. In that body I spend my entire day at work just waiting with anticipation the second I can go home and spend time dressed in my femme wardrobe where that body now feels at home. Once upon a time, danielle felt the costume I was being made to wear due to being locked in chastity and under your thumb. Now it’s my male attire that feels like the costume I have to wear so I can go exist in the world. I read the news and live in the red state of Ohio, so I know that costume is necessary, but it no longer feels “normal” for me. I don’t even buy boy clothes anymore. That section of my closet shrinks a little more every month.
It’s probably 4-6 weeks until I move out and begin finally living alone for the first time in about 10 years. I can’t wait for that to happen. I’m almost sure at that time I’ll go from dressing just the minimum amount of time I’m required to just living as danielle every second boy clothes aren’t required.
