On 8 January I posted about selecting a collar for my puppet to be added to his other 24/7/365 padlocked adornments. Well, the collar I ordered at the time has yet to arrive. But the current, temporary status quo nonetheless brings a warm glow to my cruel heart and another subjugating ratchet has been clicked in the existence of my bitch, never to be unclicked. I LOOOOOOOVE IT!
Until the new collar arrives, I have been allowing him to wear a fairly comfortable collar for night times, and often day times too, but he has to change into his extremely heavy rubber collar for bathing and showering. Whichever collar he wears it is ALWAYS padlocked on. But sometimes when he wakes and rises in the morning I hand him the key to his comfortable collar padlock and hand him his extremely heavy rubber collar. He looks at me with a confused expression. He gets a short verbal response. ‘The very uncomfortable collar today bitch, just because I feel like it.’
I need to be clear that, apart from exceptional circumstances, he is now 24/7/365 padlocked into a collar and padlocked into an ankle chain around each ankle, and padlocked into his chastity tube. And the chastity tube also has a chain, (as well as a padlock), which runs through his frenum piercing and the padlock to ensure 100% inescapabilty. I have posted on my BDSMLR site a photo of the chastity tube in use on bitch-boy, click on this link.
When I see him naked but adorned with padlocks and chains and confining items, a very warm glow comes over me. (Enhanced often by his obvious terrible sexual desperation.)
I just feel intensely how I OWN this object, this slave; collar, chains and padlocks, and effectively, no sex organ. I have prohibited normal socks while he is at home and he wears white, short, sports style socks so the chains are easily on show.
Given the chains around his ankles are black this enhances the image of his bondage. Such pleasure do I get from seeing him naked but for his padlocked and chained adornments that, almost every day, according to my whim, there will be a time when I sit on the sofa and order him to bring me a cup of tea. When he arrives with the tea and it is placed on a coaster, I calmly utter one word, ‘Strip.‘ He has to strip off all clothing but for his socks and simply stand there, arms folded behind his back, while my expression is a mocking, happy, smile and I absorb his physical subjugation adornments, and, his humiliation and vulnerability. I sip my tea and enjoy the view until the tea is finished. He sometimes begs for an end to his new 24/7 chains and padlocks regimen but I tell him I love it, and a ratchet has been clicked, and he needs to come to terms with it as best he can.
His ankle chains are currently padlocked with uniquely numbered disposable plastic padlocks which I used when I sent him out shopping on the 12th, and looking at the diary, I cannot see a reason they will come off for one single second before the 29th at the earliest.
It is not only a visual treat for me. The frenum piercing ring chain rattles against his plastic chastity tube when he walks, so I quite often get an audible reminder of his chains and padlocks even when his tube is not in view, or even, he is not in view.
It goes without saying that on vanilla days my orgasm count has risen a little because of the chain and padlocks regimen.