By boyryan54
I woke up to a blinding white light. I whimpered, confused.
Not that anyone could hear me in the soundproof box my MASTER regularly keeps me in. I don’t know how long I have been in the box this time, but it doesn’t seem like too much time has passed. The lack of stimulation makes it hard to know the passage of time, or even if I am wake or asleep sometimes. I have grown used to the feeling of the tight rubber catsuit on my body, the steel chastity locked on with the embedded electro, a soft current to keep it stimulated, which is painful around the catheter, and the usual lack of sound and sight. The straps holding me down into the padded bottom seemed tighter this time though. I know from past punishment training that isn’t a good sign. I also know that when there is light in the box, this will be a rough teaching moment for it. MASTER only uses the display embedded into the top of the box when he wants to send a clear message to me.
