Scene Report 2

So the theme of the night was 'female restriction'.

Between 1900 and 1930 I wore the butt-plug, not as part of the night but just to get it out of the way ;-)

At 2030 I touched up the chrome nail varnish, so I had properly done nails.

At 2100 I put on the cargo skirt. I was to sleep in this since it comes down to my ankles (almost!) and makes it impossible to walk with long strides; a minor restriction... taste of things to come.

At 2300 I put on the corset. Wow, that is too big now; I can put it on and take it off without loosening the laces! Indeed it came half undone overnight 'cos there's that much slack. Over this I padlocked on the new belt so I couldn't take off the corset. I didn't make use of the D-rings on the belt. So while it didn't press in too much, it _did_ still force my carriage upright 'cos of the bones.

So I had to take small steps and keep my body upright.

Next I put on the posture collar and padlocked it closed. So now I had to take small steps, keep my body upright and look forward. Hmm, it's possible the combination changed while I was putting that padlock on...

To the D-ring infront of the collar I attached one of the carbinders (is that the word? Those combination lock things we got at the Campmoar). This allowed me to run a 3' chain from my cuffs through the ring in the fashion you like.

I then put the school-locker-type combination padlock onto it, which allowed me to just see the combination; that would be my release in the morning when it was light enough. I then used cheap handcuffs to attach that padlock to the chain padlocked to the bed.

So I slept in skirt, corset and posture collar.

(commentary: I had debated whether I should use the normal collar, but decided that since you'd used another collar on me for practical reasons then this was also one occaision where the posture collar overrides the correctness of my slave collar. Note 2: next time I wear the posture collar I _should_ take off the silver necklace 'cos that dug into my neck all night! I had debated putting the leather chastity belt on as well, but decided that the dry skin would be better off without leather restraint rubbing it.)

And there I lay. I really didn't think of too much except the sensation and wondering how much sleep I could get. I think I managed to get to sleep around 0100. Or snoozed anyway. Eventually I struggled round and managed to see the clock; 0437. Hmm. A little more snoozing and eventually it became light enough to see the combination. I couldn't remember the number so read it off the back: 2, 9, 22. twiddle, twiddle, twiddle. Nope! Doesn't open. 5 to 10 minutes of twiddling. Nope! Oh 'eck. I'm stuck! Can't escape. Worse case scenario.. umm... if I don't email you by the time you get home you'll worry and call home and work, and no reply and you'll come over. Wednesday/Thursday. Nah, can't do that!!! But wow... this is almost as good a feeling as if you were there and had locked it so I couldn't escape!!

Check combination again.... oh, the first number is 28; the 8 had faded and couldn't be seen until there was more light! twiddle twiddle release. Yay!! 0630

Got out of bed and into the living room where I'd left the keys and unlocked the belt (the corset almost falls off) and the chain, then go to the mirror and remove the carbinder. Now I try and remove the collar but the padlock _has_ slipped it's combination. Fsck. I ain't in the mood to work through all the possibilities so I get a screwdriver and force it open. That's now a broken lock but I don't care.

And that, darling lady, is how I spent the night.