Day 3, Asylum challenge...
I sit here at the moment waiting for the pup to get dressed: First his catsuit, then the first time in the prison suit of which he is trying to figure out... Sure I could help him....
Perhaps I should warn him that rubber that thick has a tendency to be ice cold... But he is about to figure that out, so why state the obvious....
*sigh, it needs me, self zipping suits, is that too much to ask for?
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We are at the house on the island, no playroom, well... Ok a space that was to be so, and hidden, yet the builder finished the room and left it open for others to see...
So now we play in here when we are up, no dedicated furniture to speak of...
We use what we have around that's dual purpose and won't be asked about since the family is up here a bit without us around: Inversion tables, camping cots... Today, we try to perve out an old piece of lawn furniture...
It's actually quite interesting in it's potential. Heavy plastic, with slots all over... It's just asking for straps to be run through.
It is white trash bondage at it's best...
Hidden bins and boxes get dragged out, as does the bags we brought from home. Straps begin to weave their way around the waiting pup...
The doggie needed some practice in understanding the concept that when one is in bondage they don't have a say in their plight... Expectations of the tied up subject in this home is to ride the ride that provided for him... No matter what may come.
Electro and clothespins followed, as the pain rose conversations of what was to come for my entertainment in the future after new and harder training sessions were discussed.
Visions of the eventual padded cell, and a gagged rubberpup whining and writhing as the electro ramps up and up against his will, coursed through my mind bringing a smile to my face...
The pups pained grunts echoed through the house as his whines and squirms brought on an inevitable reaction from me...
*sigh... Well as far as I was concerned I was done, so I sat down to contemplate these writings...
My pledge for a daily post may have been a bit ambitious, I mean I kink a lot, but not seven days a week...
Then it hit me...
...Well actually the boy's continued struggles and grunts poked their nose in to my thought stream...
It needed to addressed...
The electro was removed so I could hear myself think... Yet the clothespins were left on to serve as constant reminder of the growing ache he couldn't stop, and who still held control...
So, back to my previously derailed train of thought...
I realized, while watching the pup struggle in gear, our gear, that the collection we have amassed of kinky toys and perved out other objects actually makes us a potential resource to others...
So with that said it looks like tomorrow shall be my first gear review...
As for the pup... Perhaps I shall see how he's doing with those clothespins in about an hour...
With that, Visiting time is over...
Whatever you do, don't scream to loud as others are trying to sleep...
~Rubberasylum
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