A day in the life

The computer makes a little beep and I sit down to the computer to see who sent me email. It’s my sister and she’s answering my question. I grab my soda and start to read…

 

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Hi Leslie!

 

I’m sorry you found about the way that my husband and I play the hard way. It is a bit of a shock to see your sister all trussed up like that. Once you got over the initial shock you confided in me that part of you was curious about playing like that and you wanted to know about what it is like, so here it is.

 

I am a slave. Now don’t think that your sister is bound up, tortured, and has given up all of her free will to another. We just play Master and Slave on every now and again. For the rest of the time I am encouraged to be myself and to always be free to make my opinions known. We both make decisions and we work together as a team.

 

I’m just naked most of the time while I’m doing that.

 

You see there are rules that we both agreed on when I said to him that I wanted to live a slave’s life. I am expected to be naked at all times while at home, I wear a collar, manacles and shackles (not chained together unless we’re playing like that), and when I have to go out in public I am to dress as appropriate to what I’m doing with the exception that I must only wear skirts whenever possible and I’m not allowed to wear underwear. Truth be told, I only have 4 pairs that I wear during my period. I’m also bound to the bed when we go to sleep at night, although that could be something as simple as a chain to my foot or fully bound hand and foot. Other than that, unless we’re in a full play session, I do what I please and speak my mind.

 

Again, I’m just not as well dressed as you might be.

 

When we’re playing then I am on my knees at my master’s feet, I have a chain on my collar, say “Yes my Master” and “No my Master” and do not speak unless spoken to or unless I have a good reason to. Usually we’re only playing like that one weekend a month and we take a week off in the summer to have a full and fun week. We also go to various Fetish Cons and I act however is fitting to the scene.

 

But on to your original question, “What is a typical day like when we’re playing?” Let me describe my last weekend. It started on a Friday…

 

I awoke to the sounds of the alarm clock going off around 6am. I try to reach the clock but I’m chained hand and foot to the bed. Normally the chains unlock themselves when the alarm goes off but today they didn’t. I could see the screen of the computer and my Master has left me a schedule for me to follow.

 

“Computer, the bed clamps have not released. Are they supposed to?”

 

[The bed restraints are scheduled to release when the alarm goes off at 0600 hours]

 

“Then we have a little problem. The restraints are still holding and the time is 6:05.”

 

[The time is currently 0559 hours. The restraints will be released at 0600 per schedule]

 

Great. The alarm clock’s losing time again. I must remember to inform my Master when he gets home.

 

<click!> The restraints are powered down and I can get free of the bed. I wasn’t too worried since I could order the computer to free me with the safe word or if I stretch out just right I can hit the button killing power to the electromagnets holding the chains. I just hate having to do that if I don’t have to.

 

I get up and walk over to the computer and grab the key that unlocks the dangling bits of chain from my manacles and shackles. I don’t have the key to unlock those, only my Master has them and he usually keeps them in his wallet.

 

Anyway, I go and read the schedule. The first thing I’m to do is to get breakfast and head down to the basement no later than 7:00. I won’t bore you with the details of my breakfast since unless my Master is around its pretty much the same way you eat breakfast.

 

When I get there I see that Master has finished installing the new wide-screen TV. There is also something that wasn’t here before. It’s a chair with restraints and Master has taped a note on it. It reads:

 

As you can see, I’ve the TV installed and there is this interesting chair. Since you have been a very obedient slave I am giving you the reward of being the first person to watch a movie on it. But you must do so by sitting in the special chair and turning on the DVD player with the remote. Further instructions will be forthcoming. For right now however, remove your rosebud (It’s this little metal buttplug with a beautiful brass flower on it) and place it on the table. Open the drawer and use the key to unlock your manacles and shackles place them next to your rosebud and then turn on the TV.

 

Wow! This must be something interesting if he’s going to make me take off my metal cuffs. I unlock myself from my bands and remove the plug. I sit in the chair. It’s nice and padded if a little odd with the gap in the middle of the seat cushion. I think I know what it’s for and I press the button on the remote.

 

Wren, (that’s my slave name BTW. It’s how I can get in and out of slave mode easier) The chair will lock the restraints when you select the second disk in the player and press play. However there are a few things I want you to do first. There are two arms on the sides of the chair with dildos on them. One is to go into your ass, and the other in your pussy. Pause the DVD and adjust them now, pressing play once they are in place and locked in.

 

I fiddle around with the first one until it feels right where my backdoor is and I turn the wing nuts until the arm is locked in place. I grab some lube and smear it on the large, thick chunk of metal that is going to violate me. I carefully sit over the shaft and slowly slide down onto it. It’s big and it fills me quite full. I grab the other one and move it into my pussy. By now I don’t need lube to get it in since I’m pretty well dripping by now. I shove it in as deep as it will go and give out a little moan of pleasure. I’m tempted to slide it in and out a few times but I can see that the lights on the web cam are on and my Master is probably watching from his office. I blow him a kiss and lock it in tight. Now I’m sitting in this chair thoroughly stuffed with steel cocks and I press play.

 

Now that you’re penetrated, it’s time to lock you in the rest of the way. Place the remote in the holder on your right arm rest and leave it there. Place your ankles into the shackles then close and latch them. The only thing that will be magnet locked is your hands. Press pause now.

 

I put my feet into the shackles and close them. They have a little turn latch that holds them. That’s fine since without my hands I can’t open them anyway. I press play.

 

There are belts that go across your thighs, your waist and under your breasts as well as a neck strap. Strap yourself in now.

 

Done. This is proving to be interesting. I wonder what my Master plans on doing to me in this chair.

 

Now finally place your hands into the wrist straps. They are held down by magnets strong enough to hold them in place, but weak enough for you to get out of…once the power is off that is. Press Disk Select (the blue button) and press play. The electromagnets will kick on and you will be there until the movie is finished. If any problems come up just yell the safeword and the computer will unlock you. Enjoy the show.

 

Here it goes. I worm my hands into the wrist straps (it’s a bit tricky to do without accidently opening them too wide when getting them in but I manage. I press the buttons and I hear the clicks of the magnets holding fast. I give them a little test but they are stuck fast. So yes sis, here I am, strapped into the theater chair from hell (or heaven as I see it) and wondering what’s going to happen to me.

 

Oh boy did I ever find out.

 

The movie in the machine is Evita (that musical about Eva Paron starring Madonna) and I find out what my Master has done to me. The dildo in my ass is attached to a vibrator on rigged to vibrate with the left speaker channel and the one in my twat is on the right channel. Evita is a movie with nothing but singing and it usually has a strong beat in every song. I was sitting there, unable to even writhe and I’m getting vibrated over and over without a break unless we come to one of the songs that’s soft…but that never lasts more than 30 seconds before its more bass and beat and I’m vibrating again. Wave after wave of orgasms hit me over and over again. I don’t even remember watching the movie I was cumming so damn hard. When the movie was over I was spent. I sat there lost in the afterglow of all that action. After a while I wondered how I was going to get out. About that time the DVD timed out and turned itself off and I heard the clicks of my restraints. I sat there for a while not bothering to move. Hell I’ll be honest I couldn’t move. I finally got my strength back and I pulled my hands free and started undoing my belts and my feet. I tried to pull off of the dildos three times but I couldn’t. I was so sensitive after all that that I came twice trying to stand up off of the toys.

 

My Master gets 30 out of 10 for that creation.

 

I go over to the computer to see what time it is and what I’m expected to do next. I’m to put my plug in, go have some lunch and then take a shower and get fully cleaned. By now I really have to go pee but unless he says that I can I’m not supposed to. Again I’ll skip describing my lunch and go on to the shower.

 

Fully cleaned is fun. This means that I’m chained to a pair of spreader bars and I get cleaned inside and out. I go to the basement shower room (kinda like a locker room shower) and I look for a note (I’m hoping that he’ll let me pee in the shower stall so he can see. I go over to the spreader bar stand and I lock my feet into the shackles there. I raise the pole with the two nozzles and push them into my ass and pussy (I told you, clean inside and out) and lock them in place after I pull out my rosebud again. I reach above my head and grab the shower wand and the shampoo.

 

We still haven’t figured out a way to have the shower do my hair for me that works and isn’t painful.

 

Anyway I do my hair and I hang up the wand and put the shampoo away. I press the red button on the wall next to me and listen for the countdown. I now have 30 seconds to get my hands into the manacles on the spreader bar over my head. I make it with time to spare and I hear it click.

 

First the nozzles in my ass and pussy turn on. One is cleaning me out and the other is filling me up. This is how I get my daily enema. It keeps me clean for when my Master wants to play back there and besides that, its fun to be given an enema, although I prefer it when I’m being given one in person.

 

You know, bent over my master’s lap, the hose in my ass, getting spanked...the way that Aunt Jinny used to do it to us when we were naughty (and don’t tell me that you didn’t enjoy it…you would never cuss unless it was at her house).

 

The water fills me up to a nice three quarts and the water shuts off. I have to hold it for 20 minutes and let me tell you it’s not easy to do while standing up. I’m standing here spread-eagled with my ass full of water and I really have to pee…and guess what, no note. I can’t hold it in anymore and I let loose right there. I can’t help it and I can’t stop it. The web cam is on and odds are my Master can see me taking a pee without his permission.

 

Ah well. I have to do something naughty so he can have the pleasure of punishing me. Not that he needs an excuse, he just likes to have…something to use against me.

 

The 20 minutes is over and the nozzles retract from my holes. I let the water all come out of me. I cum from the sheer relief of it. Now the shower kicks on and I’m sprayed with soapy water. It stands there for a few minutes and the water switches to plain water and I get rinsed off. Click goes the restraints and I slump to the floor exhausted.

 

I dry off and check my schedule. There isn’t anything on it other than to go out to the office and work on the books for the store. I go down to the basement and get my manacles and shackles and lock myself back into them. I take the keys and drop them into the lockbox so I’m not tempted to get unlock them.

 

The office is in a shed in the back yard. It has to be out there since the IRS gets a bit narky about home offices. If it’s in a separate building then we’re less likely to get audited.

 

And in answer of the question I know you’re thinking, yes I am going to out to the shed naked.

 

You remember the backyard. There is only one neighbor who can see and she plays too. As I’m walking to the shed I see Marie out there and she’s getting a tan. I’m envious of her tan. I can barely get half as tan as she can get. Besides it is rough getting a tan with these manacles and shackles on all the time. At least Marie’s tan lines are only where her chastity belt is.

 

Anyhow I get out to the shed and I lock myself in the office chair. The chair keeps my feet and knees far apart so the webcam under the desk can send live footage of my pussy back to his shop. Every now and again he’ll IM me and will tell me to do something. Sometimes there are toys waiting on the desk for me and he uses the live feed to show clients of our “Adult Novelty Store”, how a toy gets used. He loves to do that to me since I blush all over my body and the clients get a kick out of it. I’ve done it for three years now and I still blush to think that more people have seen my pussy than I could ever imagine. No one can see my face or the rest of me, but from 1pm-5pm when I’m out here working, the live feed is on and everyone in the store can see me playing with myself, or just sitting there twitching.

 

An IM comes in. “You’ve been naughty. I was hoping you would have held it so we could have had a show. But sadly you let me down.”

 

I type back “Yes Master I have been. I shouldn’t have peed in the shower but I couldn’t hold it anymore. However I have been drinking lots of water so I’ll be able to pee whenever you wish Master.”

 

“Very good. In that case youe punishment will be a spanking,” (Yay! A spanking!) “and not something worse. (whew! Worse means I don’t get to cum for a while) Can you cut loose in half an hour?”

 

“Yes Master I can. I’ll drink even more water to make sure.”

 

I’m wondering who he has in the store that wants to see me pee. It’s part of the store’s appeal that people can put in a request to see me try a new toy. They ask about it one day, the next day they can come back and watch me use it. They usually buy it after they see me squirting from its use. Half hour later and I get the IM to let loose and so I do. I’ve held this one as long as I could and I hope it pleases the person in the store.

 

The rest of the day is the usual call in orders, cut checks to our suppliers, diddle my clit on cue, check up on any accounts receivable, impale myself on a 12 inch replica of some porn star’s cock, file invoices away…the normal stuff. Five pm hits and I turn off the camera and unlock myself from the chair. I grab a mop and wipe up all the piss and pussy juice al over the place. I head back into the house and take my usual place to wait for him.

 

We have this nice stool that has two steel plugs (you see a theme here don’tcha) I remove my rosebud again and I slide onto the plugs. I lock my feet to the legs of the stool and I lock my hands to the chain behind my back. This is the scary and exciting part. These are real locks and there is no way for me to get out of my predicament. I have no ability to escape and I have no way of getting out of it if someone else comes to the door when my Master comes home.

 

And here’s where you came in. Running up to the door just as my Husband comes home and there I am impaled and chained to a stool. I get unlocked, get dressed and we sit and chat and calm you down…and excite you a little bit since you want to know what happens. If you hadn’t come in I would have given my Master a blowjob while chained down, been released and put into full irons, made dinner for him, submitted to his every whim and continued on for the weekend.

 

By the way. I’m heading out of town next weekend to go to a trade show and Paul can’t go thanks to some new vendors wanting to see the shop and the displays. If you’re interested he could use someone to sit at my desk for the show…and perhaps show you a little of what it’s like. If you’re interested that is.

 

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