“There, I think you will present the right picture to my clients. As there is no ankle Hobble Chain you should be able to cope with the stairs easily, but you are well encased in Rubber and your Bondage is as usual very secure and escapeproof, unless you happen to have a hacksaw hidden somewhere,” and She gave a little laugh as if to emphasise the futility of trying to escape. “Before you go down I’ll give you the extra Rubber Smocks, and a couple of Collars and Leads. You will make sure there are four Rubber Smocks in each room and when they have been used take them out of the room, fold them up and leave them in the lounge on the table, so there are only clean ones for the new client to put on. Right off you go and wait downstairs for the door bell.”
They've done a full number on you there Gary! The addiction thing is a killer and body parts going black dont sound too hot either. Me too thought the op was gonna be like any other and that all I had to do was chill out and wait a few days. Little did I know I'd be flat out for 4 weeks and bleeding for another 6. One of the last worst case scenarios was going for a dump in a prestigous art sales venue and opting for the disabled loo without realising the lock was broken. I got in to trouble and started clawing my turd out with a finger. It was dry like clay and before I knew it I tore my skin and my hand was covered in blood and feaeces. All the while I'm ther with my pants done grappling with scooping poo while there was a risk that some unsuspecting baby changing mother or dude in a chair would role in because the latch wouldnt work. My poop was all dry as I had not been drinking enough water. So if youre taking stool softeners you gotta drink at least litres a day. Anyway no one came in but my fingers stank for ages and I had to cut my nails back to the quick to get rid of the smell!