Chapter Seventeen
Returned To My Hidden Prison
My Owner handed me my long tight skirt (by this point in my life, it had become a required restraint) and I stepped into it, and pulled the garment to mid-way up my thighs, but I had to stop. She reached forward and pressed the p***s cage down so that I’d be able to continue pulling up the wide, yoked waist band. When the cage was pressed down, two things happened almost at the same time: inside my belly I felt the catheter move alarmingly and very uncomfortably, then the entire assembly pressed the scrotum collars back between my thighs and I felt the collar’s rear chain also pressed back between them. As soon as the waist band had been slipped under the weights dangling from my navel rings, the skirt was zipped up over my buttocks, then th
