I crave s*x. My body is practically bursting at the seams for some relief, but every night I sleep with the leather chastity piece covering my crotch. I’m chained to the bed with my hands behind me. There’s no way to get myself off. No way. I’m crawling with desire and am suspect of everything the master says and does that involves me. Is this toying and baiting and teasing what really gets him off? I’ve begun to think so.
Day eight of this nonsense, I wake on my own with an urgent need to pee. There’s never been a bucket by the bed, I’ve always had to wait for Ian to drag me from bed to the slave latrine. Of course with the chastity thing covering the important parts, a bucket wouldn’t do much good without Ian removing the crotch piece. Every other morning, there’s been no problem
