All chained up, nowhere to go

I didnt want to do a night by night documentation of my week of behavior modification training because my thoughts and emotions were all over the map during that time.

In my previous entry i mentioned that my consequence for playing with my new knife and leaving marks on my skin was to spend a week sleeping tightly bound in cold metal chain. the chain passed around my neck, crisscrossed my chest tightly, curved around my hips, and split my pussy lips. all locked together with a large combination master lock. The chain itself was about 10 ft in length and weighed about 20 lbs.

In addition, if i was needing to pee during the night, i was to crawl on hands and knees to the toilet like a pup, and if i needed a drink, use my water bowl, not a water bottle or cup.

The first night was hell. I was already devastated that i had disappointed my Sir in such a way after he had been so gracious to me the night before. I tossed and turned and got the chain tangled, and it dug into my skin and choked me constantly.On top of that, Sir was away and unable to be contacted which added to my mental fragility. I got zero sleep. The next morning after a brief discussion with Sir, i was permitted to go back to sleep without the chains, on the floor where owned property belongs, as well as pups.

A reconfiguration of the chains was necessary. I could not go 6 more nights in that agony, but i refused to beg release from my punishment. i earned it, and i was determined to see it through. not only to prove i could. i dont think he ever doubted that i could, but because i wanted to show how sorry i was for taking such liberties, and how grateful i was for his patience and willingness to assist in my behavior modification.

Once the chain reconfiguration happened, i was able to actually sleep. it wasnt exactly comfortable. It wasnt meant to be. but i was able to sleep without feeling fear or anxiety.

I'll be honest. I hated every hour of that training. HATED IT. The chain is cold and it hurts. and if you move to quickly, it presses into your cunt like a damn vise. And you wake up with chain indentations all over your skin that take forever to fade. Dont let those Gorons tell you its pleasurable. its not.

How i kept my complaining to a minimum, I have no idea. I think it was the trepidation that complaining would get me nothing but more time chained up was the main thing keeping me from complaining to the Boss. Writing this now may earn me more time. I needed to be honest though.

I learned my lesson. No doubt about that. What I did was foolish and reckless.