By Rubrpig
As usual, the writer is locked in a chastity belt, plugged, wearing Wescos and a heavy locked posture collar.
The alarm went off and the slave rolled over and groaned as it slowly woke up. Its heavy leathers creaked, and it slowly swung its legs over the edge of the bed and the thud as its Wesco’s thudded on the floor. It was now used to sleeping in full leathers, a hood and boots as it was now fully used to its standing orders issued by Master Steven. It stood up and headed to the bathroom. It unbuckled its breeches, and shoved them down, the heavy leather piling up as it was stopped by the tops of its tall boots. It reached behind and worked the butt plug out of its hole and between the coated cables of its chastity belt. It put the butt plug in the sink and moved over and sat down on the toilet. After pissing and shitting, it stood up and cleaned itself up and went back into the bedroom and began stripping so it could shower and douche, so it was ready for the day.
After its shower and several douches. It dried itself off and then used a hair dryer to dry under the heavy steel belt that now formed part of its body. Once it was finished, it walked back into the bedroom and saw that there were several messages on its phone. It picked up the phone and read the texts. The texts were from Master Gregory, its new Master, with orders to report to the store at 9am and it was to wear its chaps, tactical boots, and its heavy Langlitz jacket. A second text ordered it to bring its head muzzle, and its heavy leather straitjacket. The slave replied to the texts that it would obey and be there as ordered.
