Chapter Twenty-eight
New Arrangements
The High Security Area (HSA) IS Real!
On Saturday, the 11th of December 1999, my six hundred and seventy-second day as a CCFL in the dungeon, always totally restrained in my harness and on my leashes except for the times I was fastened into the lighter L-200 Convict Transport Chains for my cleaning. Babs came early in the day and released me from the cage, and then secured me between the fixing Bars.
“It’s again time for your intensive cleaning. This will be the last time you are ever taken out of the dungeon’s High Security Area, convict!”
Being gagged, I could say nothing, so I looked at her with despair, hoping for some type of pity, but as usual, she smiled back at me. There was none. She quickly removed my harness and dungeon suit then fitted
