Stretched Heart Strings
Dear Journal, I've never been away from Master for so very long, this is a very strange feeling and I'm not sure I like it.
I've been away for some twenty-one days now and I miss him so very dearly. I know I'm doing what he wants me to do, and I feel good about carrying out his wishes but I'm unsure as to when he'll want me back at the hotel. I'm hoping this is only going to last a month.
I now know some of the men's names, but there are so many of them who come and go and some that don't stay longer than a single night, that it's difficult to learn them all. I never have to use them of course, but it helps to know who people are talking about. My training here has been interesting, I've been introduced to a number of new toys and restraints that I've never had the pleasure of using before, and a few new fetishes that I don't particularly agree with, but am bound to cater to no matter what.
The most obvious restraint at the moment has been the cuffs around my wrists and ankles used to tie me to numerous places around the house. I've been chained to a bed, to a seat and to the toilet in the bathroom for a whole night. The other would be the gags I've been given over the past few days. I'm currently in a ball-gag, black leather with a yellow wiffle-ball that fits nicely in my mouth. I drool a lot with this, and it's quite uncomfortable after a few hours wearing it, my jaw aches a little and my chin is covered in spit.
One of the more simple fetishes I've had to cater for is one man's foot fetish. He took me into one of the bedrooms and laid me out on a bed on my front with legs in the air. Hands cuffed to the bed frame securely, he went to the foot of the bed and lowered my legs just a little, pouring lots of lube over my toes and soles. He then fucked my feet, and quite expertly once he'd shown me what angle to hold them at, and how firm I should be with the pressure. I've never felt anyone cum there before, but it was fun, in a 'new experience' sort of way.
One man is also responsible for my diet and exercise. To supplement the calorie-burning fucks I get in the bedroom, I'm also looked over while I do sit ups and aerobic workouts. I'm fed from a spare dogbowl during breakfast and lunch with cereal and water. I'm not allowed to use my hands to help, and I have to clean up anything I spill on the floor. Needless to say it's a skill you learn quickly when it's one of the few meals you get in the day. The evening meal consists of things I need to keep my body healthy, meat, eggs, oily fish and the like, and I'm allowed to eat this from a plate with utensils. If I eat it all up without complaining I'm allowed a short bath before evening service.
Tonight's evening service is a double penetration to de stress a couple of the guys before their job interviews tomorrow morning.
xxx
I've been away for some twenty-one days now and I miss him so very dearly. I know I'm doing what he wants me to do, and I feel good about carrying out his wishes but I'm unsure as to when he'll want me back at the hotel. I'm hoping this is only going to last a month.
I now know some of the men's names, but there are so many of them who come and go and some that don't stay longer than a single night, that it's difficult to learn them all. I never have to use them of course, but it helps to know who people are talking about. My training here has been interesting, I've been introduced to a number of new toys and restraints that I've never had the pleasure of using before, and a few new fetishes that I don't particularly agree with, but am bound to cater to no matter what.
The most obvious restraint at the moment has been the cuffs around my wrists and ankles used to tie me to numerous places around the house. I've been chained to a bed, to a seat and to the toilet in the bathroom for a whole night. The other would be the gags I've been given over the past few days. I'm currently in a ball-gag, black leather with a yellow wiffle-ball that fits nicely in my mouth. I drool a lot with this, and it's quite uncomfortable after a few hours wearing it, my jaw aches a little and my chin is covered in spit.
One of the more simple fetishes I've had to cater for is one man's foot fetish. He took me into one of the bedrooms and laid me out on a bed on my front with legs in the air. Hands cuffed to the bed frame securely, he went to the foot of the bed and lowered my legs just a little, pouring lots of lube over my toes and soles. He then fucked my feet, and quite expertly once he'd shown me what angle to hold them at, and how firm I should be with the pressure. I've never felt anyone cum there before, but it was fun, in a 'new experience' sort of way.
One man is also responsible for my diet and exercise. To supplement the calorie-burning fucks I get in the bedroom, I'm also looked over while I do sit ups and aerobic workouts. I'm fed from a spare dogbowl during breakfast and lunch with cereal and water. I'm not allowed to use my hands to help, and I have to clean up anything I spill on the floor. Needless to say it's a skill you learn quickly when it's one of the few meals you get in the day. The evening meal consists of things I need to keep my body healthy, meat, eggs, oily fish and the like, and I'm allowed to eat this from a plate with utensils. If I eat it all up without complaining I'm allowed a short bath before evening service.
Tonight's evening service is a double penetration to de stress a couple of the guys before their job interviews tomorrow morning.
xxx