Time Out
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Remember when you were a kid and you acted up, your parents would give you a “time out.‘ You would be sent to your room or to some spot in the house away from everyone else and given some time to “reflect” upon your conduct and how you would behave in the future. My parents, who, as I have written, were remarkably uninvolved (read; uninterested) in my schooling, my extra-curricular activities, my life, really, once put me in a “time out.’ for acting up. The fact that they even cared was impressive to me, even at the young age of 8 or 9.
Well, i applied the same principle to fag rich over the weekend – the adult version of the “time out;” to wit; sensory deprivation. On Saturday morning, I sat the bitch down and told it that it knew where this thing was heading, and that it needed to decide whether it was prepared for what lay ahead. Then i bound its hands and feet, plugged its ears and eyes and encased its head in a heavy leather hood, which I laced up tightly. Then i sat it down in a corner of the slave quarters and let it ruminate and reflect on its fate. I could tell that the slave was nervous and indeed, frightened, and I waited quietly until it calmed down. After a little over an hour I removed the hood. The first thing the fag asked was the time and it was surprised at how little time had passed. Hooded up and in total darkness and absolute silence, it must have seemed like a lot longer to the fag.
On Saturday afternoon, I repeated the exercise, only this time the fag was in isolation for pretty close to three hours.
On Sunday morning a friend of mine, who is far more expert in this kind of thing than I, came over. We wrapped fag rich from neck to toes in kitchen plastic cling wrap, and then duct taped its entire body, leaving only its cock and balls outside the wrapping. My friend inserted a Foley catheter through its piss tube into the fag’s bladder, explaining that the catheter tube would drain into a bucket and that the fag was free to urinate whenever the need arose as it would be wrapped up and immobilized for “quite a while.” Then its head was prepared for the leather hood. its ears were plugged and the last thing the bitch saw before its eyes were covered was my buddy and me making out. Once its eyes were covered the heavy leather hood was put in place and tightly laced. A feeding tube was inserted through the hood’s mouth opening into the fag’s mouth and periodically, water was administered. The fag stayed that way, laid out on the floor of the kitchen, for about 8 hours. We set up a microphone and closed circuit TV so that we could constantly watch over the bitch from elsewhere in the apartment.
When I finally removed its hood, and cut off the duct take the fag thanked me profusely for the experience. it acknowledged that it took advantage of the opportunities I had provided it to reflect on its future, and that it was prepared (and grateful for the opportunity) to devote itself completely to me and my needs. i do not believe that the fag knows just how “completely” that completely will be, but I believe we made great strides toward that goal over the weekend.
