By Rubrpig
AUTHOR’S NOTE: As with all the stories it has written, it is sitting at the computer wearing nothing but 18-inch Wesco double buckle Big Boss boots, a Carrara chastity belt, alligator nipple clamps, and a time-locked leather posture collar to keep it focused on writing. It has been locked in the chastity belt for just over two years and will remain in it till the Keyholder decides that it can be released, so it is assuming that the belt is now permanent.
Andy yawned and stretched slowly, waking up. He had gotten to bed late after getting home from a long weekend in Chicago. The weekend had been great, and he had spent the weekend in service to a Sir who was a member of the Hellfire Club. They had spent most of the weekend at the clubhouse in hard play. He was left stiff, sore and bruised. His hole was sore from the gang rape scene that his Sir had arranged for him at the end of the weekend. The drive home to the upper peninsula of Michigan had seemed like it had gone on forever as he was so tired and sore.
He got up and padded to the bathroom and stood in front of the toilet and pissed. After shaking the drops off, he stretched and got into the shower as he had to get ready for work. Once he was showered, he got dressed in a clean uniform and pulled on his boots. After grabbing something to eat in the kitchen, he grabbed his keys and left for work. Pulling into the staff parking lot, he got out and stared at the heavy chain link fences topped with razor wire and the old stone buildings behind the fences where he worked as a Correctional Officer.
