One thing that has changed since I gave up work is poor bitch-boy finding himself home alone in extreme bondage rather often. I am amazed over how many hair, nail, beauty and other appointments I attend each week. Some last half hour, some last three hours. The appointments were beginning to infringe on the number of consecutive days each week I wanted bitch-boy to be subjected to ‘full-on’ domination. (No vanilla life distractions.)
My solution has been to leave bitch-boy in ‘cotton bondage’ while I attend appointments, rather often. I describe cotton bondage in my published manual in some detail. In a nutshell it is bondage from which he is only allowed to escape if there is a fire or a burglar.
It is such a pleasure now while I am planning the following months diary dates and blocking out the ‘full-on’ DS days, to see I have an appointment which conflicts, and I just think to myself; cotton-bondage.
I am surprised by the extent of the lovely warm feeling of power and decadence and heartlessness I get when I am attending such an appointment and I remember poor bitch-boy is back home in helpless bondage – gagged, blindfolded, unable to move an inch and not knowing whether I will be back in 10 minutes or 3 hours. Poor, poor bitch-boy.
Source: Ms Scarlet
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