It was great to be able to serve in person again after over 2 weeks away. I sure didn’t even suspect what you had planned for me. When you made it known that I was being trained to be an extension of your body, I thought for sure it meant I was going to have my body used in some way. When someone else called to confirm that they were on their way I then just assumed you were going to do our pumping routine really quick to keep my breasts on schedule and send me on my way.
Instead, you did the pumping routine, kept me in my bra, put me in a diaper, and secured me in your cage with your headphones repeating my mantra. Imagine where my brain took me when I heard another slave enter the room. I was unable to see or speak, and the headphones didn’t allow me to actually make out any words. I could hear speaking without knowing what was being said. I could feel vibrations in the floor so I could tell where people were moving, but I had no idea what was being done. My brain began racing wondering what your plans were for me.
You had said I was an extension of your body, so I began to wonder if you were going to use me in your meeting with your other slave. Where are you going to force me to make a mess on them? Where were you going to use your property between my legs? I began to mentally prepare myself for something I wasn’t sure I would be able to do. Usually being in all of that bondage and in your cage would cause little periods of tease and denial, but this time I was thinking so much about what was going to happen that I didn’t strain in my chastity cage at all.
I also noticed I was in the cage longer than usual. Even though I wasn’t made to drink a bunch of water, I used the diaper while you were playing with the other slave. I felt you move them onto the bench, and I imagined them looking at me. I’m sure with the corset, bra with full cups from the breast pumping, and diaper covering my genital area, I looked like a slave girl being kept locked away. After a bit, I heard that slave moan loudly as if they had an amazing orgasm and was so jealous it wasn’t me. All I could do is lay mostly motionless in my wet diaper, arms bound in such a way that caressing my own breasts was the most comfortable position and be visual stimulation for someone else’s orgasm.
I was relieved when they left before you removed me from the cage. The length of time locked left me feeling extra submissive and that subspace lasted well into Saturday, but it also sparked super femme fantasies. I wondered how much more visually stimulating I could have been in a gown or a princess dress or some lingerie. How much harder would that slave’s orgasm had been if I looked even more femme?
I was glad to not be constantly teased, edged, and denied. I was left mentally really wanting a release though. After hearing that huge moan, it just reminded me how pleasurable that feeling is and how I am totally at your mercy when it comes to getting to feel them.
The mental journey I took this last week was something I didn’t see coming. As always, you find ways to keep me on my toes and wrapped around your little finger.
