#confinement

Reaction Junkie pulled the duffel bag out from under his bed. “Get in,” came the not entirely unexpected command. He dropped it on the floor. “I don’t think I’ll fit,” I said, going over to and starting to get in anyway. “Oh, you’ll fit,” came the response.

He was right. I bent my knees back, scrunched down, and straightened my arms in front of me. I closed my eyes as he zipped up the bag. I hesitated a bit before the bag was closed, maybe even protested weakly. But when the last bit of the opening disappeared, I grew calm. I wasn’t struggling, just breathing in the dark, waiting and wondering what he would do. Underneath the calm, however, I could feel something lurking, ready to come out if I started to struggle or think too much about my situation, or if anything else happened to highlight how very trapped I was. I continued to focus on the calm part of my mind, keeping the panic at bay.

I took deep breaths as two conflicting thoughts raced through my mind. One was that I was zipped in a bag with little chance of escape, a dangerous and frightening predicament. The other was that I need to relax and maintain my composure. These two needs battled for control and I barely registered that Reaction Junkie had walked away until I heard something jingling. I felt his hands on the bag, and then he happily told me the padlock fit around the zippers on the bag. “Nonononono, ” I said. I didn’t really mean it, though. I knew he’d take me out if I needed him to. Almost certainly. Eventually.

*CLICK* He secured the padlock. Escape was now impossible. Reaction Junkie taunted and teased me. He picked up the bag, shaking me and highlighting the fact that he could do anything he wanted, take me anywhere he wanted. I would be entirely unable to resist, incapable of even trying to fight back. Although I still felt that undercurrent of fear, I enjoyed what he was doing, and mostly found it fun. Then he said he’d take me out.

I heard him messing with the padlock. After a moment, he said, “Shit. I don’t have the key. These aren’t the right keys.” At first, I didn’t believe him, but he insisted he was telling the truth. Concerned, but unconvinced, I said in a sharp tone, “Are you serious? [Reaction Junkie], don’t do that,” He replied, “Yes. It’s okay. Even if I can’t find them, we can cut you out.” It wasn’t all fun and games anymore, and I started to get worried. A bit of the panic that had been bubbling under the surface throughout this ordeal started to rise up.

That’s when he laughed, undid the padlock, and the bag zipped open. I blinked up at him and said, “Fuck you!” “I love you,” he responded, an impish grin on his face.

Stay at home and have fun

Confinement Day 6, my plant starts to smell funny.

Confinement Day 7, I think my bunny has criminal thoughts.

SAMEDI 28 MARS


Pour en tirer le jus j’ai pressé quatre oranges.
J’ai mis dans mon sandwich des tranches de concombre.
Et puisque je vis seul, en cette époque étrange,
j’ai gobé ça tout seul (sans parler de mon ombre).

Et tout en avalant j’excrète ces quatrains
décrivant à grands traits mon rite, mon « train-train ».
Invariablement je porte mes joggings.
J’active un VPN pour travailler en ligne.

Robert Melançon, Neuf Limericks neufs

So I’m heading out for the evening shortly with my girls. @female-leds-boy has pampered and waited on me hand and foot all day and prepared my outfit, lingerie and shoes ect. That means its time to get him securely locked away in his cage for the evening until i return home where I will expect him to greet me home on his knees with a welcoming home ritual. Its times like this my timer padlock works perfectly .

I’ve instructed f-l-b to upload some more images later from his little prison of my outfit choose for the evening. Thank you to everyone who took part in my Onlyfans poll on what I should wear tonight.

Kiss my heels and get in your cage bitch!

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