By Takeo
Day 3 – Thursday June 13th – What an evening
My muscles are really starting to ache. I am still locked in this little cage, on my knees, my head sticking out of the cage and trapped in the straitjacket built into the cage door. I’m wearing the sports outfit Tom had worn for his fitness session this morning. The smell of it still fills my nostrils. I love the smell of guys’ sweat, and being tied up like this in an outfit like that is very hot.
My hands are cuffed behind my back, I am gagged with a big ball gag and my eyes are blindfolded.
Tom’s and Flo’s juices have dried on my face, but the smell is still there. I feel totally humiliated, like discarded after having been used. Like a toy to be put on the shelf and come back for later. Maybe it is so.
The position is very uncomfortable, especially after being tied up and used all afternoon. I was not under any illusions, I was not expecting to be released since I was the one who asked to be tied up permanently, not to have a break during those 7 days in Berlin. And of course Florian didn’t need to be begged to grant my request. However, Florian’s treatment is more intense than I could have imagined. Much more intense. Infinitely more intense!
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