By Rubrpig
As usual, the author is in Wescos, nipple clamps, body harness, locked posture collar. It is also still locked in a chastity belt, and it has been locked up for 3 years.
Aaron wandered around his apartment as he was feeling puzzled and anxious, but he could not put a finger onto why he was feeling that way. He went into the spare bedroom where he stored his leathers and boots. The gear he wore the previous night was on the bed where he put it after getting home from the bar the previous night. He grabbed the leather cleaner and wiped down his Langlitz breeches and jacket and hung them up. Then he cleaned his long-sleeved uniform shirt and tie, then his heavy leather jock. Finishing by wiping down with a rag soaked with boot grease, he put his Wescos away.
Still puzzled by what he was feeling he wandered into the living room and grabbed his laptop. Logging into a couple of sites including BLUF and RECON. He noticed that he had a message from a leather Sir that he had been chatting with on BLUF for a couple of years. He read the message, and it was the same message that this guy had been sending for some time, that he was a pretender as a SIR and that he should be true to himself and admit that he was not a SIR but a slave. He sat there and thought about the message and then noticed that the sender was on-line, so he replied to the message.
