I do not know, morning now or evening. Actually, I don't care. And knowledge would not bring me any benefit. However, the curiosity that killed the cat, and is looking for a way out. Well, that way is closed to him - a black bandage in my eyes.

Mister tightened it long ago; since time should not interest me, I can not tell any clarifications. At the same time, the belt was tightened, which prevents me from straightening up, since it covers my calves and back. I am lying on the cold floor in the center of the room. It is unlikely that they will untie me in the near future - such punishments are usually long lasting and the effect depends on the term.

However, immobilization occurred gradually. A few days ago I made the first mistake: I moved around the kitchen too briskly and did not have time to kneel on time when the lady entered. She did not resort to direct physical attack, but pulled off my ankles with a short leather strap. Now I could only take small steps and fell at the slightest blow or touch. This, as the Mistress wisely suggested, did not in the least prevent me from doing my homework. The kitchen did not need to travel long distances, and in the rooms I could only be in the presence of the Lord - that means, on my knees. As for the hallway and outbuildings - movement on all fours Mrs. found it more acceptable. Walking on the street was forbidden to me even before the special order - when I allowed myself to linger in the supermarket, using the Lord’s machine.

That day ended successfully; The Lord was pleased with me, the evening punishment gave them great pleasure, and I was reassured - all my offenses were forgiven after him, and I was clean before the owners.

But, alas, the joy was short-lived. In the morning I stumbled in the door of the bedroom and spilled a few drops of coffee, intended for the Lord. He decided that I was moving too fast, and prevented this by pulling the metal chain, locked with a key, my knees. Now and on all fours I began to move much harder. To get up, I had to rely on objects standing nearby. In addition, a visit to the toilet required release from the chain. And this happened only when the Lady graciously recalled my needs, for which I expressed my gratitude to her in every way. She was forced to attend the humiliating procedure when I used my pot, and for this I demanded that I share her humiliating position. There was only one way out for the slave: in the presence of the hostess, by her generous instructions, I tried my own stool before washing the pot. This brought the Lady in a cheerful mood, which could not but please me. Alas, the owners rarely recalled my toilet needs; I constantly restrained myself and could not express the joy of the execution of their orders.

This led to the following sad incident: during the kitchen cleaning, I grazed the metal plate on the table with my hand. The sound of his fall interrupted the mistress’s afternoon nap. She immediately called me and made me confess to wrongdoing. The lady limited herself to a small punishment: she only forced me to put on handcuffs, which restricted me even more. But in the evening the Master called me a “spoiled, incorrigible slave” and resorted to one of the most terrible measures: in the evening I was not punished and immediately sent to bed. I was crawling at the feet of the Masters, I begged to be stricter with me, I cried out loud, asked me to feel guilty: But only the Lord’s phrase was rewarded: “This is the most terrible punishment for this worthless creature. If she is again guilty, I don’t know what to do: "

The next two days were quite satisfactory. I carried out all orders with extreme precision, trembling with every movement.All mistakes Mrs. foreseen in advance and punished for them immediately. However, in the evenings, the Lord made his contribution, finding that the punishment I had sustained was not enough. He felt that the lessons had gone to me, and even allowed some rewards. So, I was allowed to follow the Lord to the toilet and even try to stool him, which turned out to be my best experience in a few days. With what pleasure I felt this half-forgotten taste in my tongue! What arousal it caused! I finished right there, bent over the toilet, and was lovingly punished for such disrespect, first by the Lord, and then (much stronger) and by the Mistress. This last was so painful that I could not hold back the unpleasant sounds of the owners. So that this would not happen again and that my worthless moans could not disturb sleep, the gentleman inserted into my mouth a rather large leather gag that opened its jaws and pressed its tongue to the sky. For some time I could not get used to such a significant deformation, but then I even got some pleasure from it and spent several hours in deep sleep on my door mat.

In the morning, Mr., leaving the service, checked my condition and decided that while the gag could remain on me. Mrs. allowed me to eat a little later, but, inserting the gag into place, was not as careful as her husband. However, I was able to hold back a moan, only I cried. Mrs. condescended to notice this, and straightened the leather thing. After that, she strongly spanked me with my leash, because she saw in my behavior an unacceptable liberty. All day, except for the time allotted for cleaning the house and lunch and dinner of the Mistress, I spent on a leash tied to the front door handle. In this position I was very well; I felt completely happy, surrounded by the care and attention of my strict Mistress. Of course, I could not speak and could not move. Could not eat and go to the toilet. But why do I need all this if the Mistress found it unnecessary? If my punishment required such restrictions? I was so excited by this thought that I even wetted the rug under me. This Mr. noticed when he was going to untie me in the evening for feeding and punishment. He immediately called the Lady to convince her of my depravity. I was flushed and begged for forgiveness — they were taken very seriously by such things of the Lord. The punishment was eventually postponed.

I prepared a bath for the Lord, then made an evening coffee. After that I was allowed to go to the toilet and eat. Mrs. decided that I should not be distracted once again and use some more dishes. She ordered to use the same toilet pot as dishes, after having washed it. Thus, I was deprived of the opportunity to once again try out my waste (Mrs. checked the quality of cleaning), but received more proof of the master's care for her insignificant person.

Mister found that I did not deserve the right to punishment.

- However, your hole should get her! He remarked.

From the special compartment of the mahogany dresser a device was removed, which I had already begun to forget. Black rubber cylinder slightly widening on one side. There was air in this part. The slight pressure of the metal piston at the narrow end — and that empty one expanded even more, became hard: I had to feel it inside myself.

The gentleman ordered me to spread my legs and with force put the wide end of the cylinder into me, leaving only the piston and the immediately adjacent rim outside:

- Now you have to learn that you should avoid heat, if the Lord was not allowed!

Never before did the Master push the piston all the way. Today he did it. And the invasion was painful. I felt the cylinder swell, how it pushed the wet walls of my hole apart, how its pressure became painful. I bit my lip; The gentleman fixed the piston in the extreme position and fastened a chain to it, the other end of which connected to my collar.Then I had to thank for the care that I did. Rubber in my thirsty hole caused ...