Chapter Four
The Request
Now, I have pretty much come to accept my state of always being a prisoner within my uncomfortable, limiting, harness, and being kept constantly on a leash, but Alexandra had yet to take me down to my cell. That would come soon enough.
My first days of wearing my new restraint system were very difficult. I slowly became accustomed both to the physical sensations of the constant restriction imposed by my Restraint Uniform, as well as the knowledge that I was always going to be kept on some kind of inescapable tether. However, I accommodated myself to the dildo easily enough, although from time to time I unthinkingly clawed with frantic desperation at the steel that sealed my s*x, or the cups imprisoning my breasts, trying anything to get at my locked-away flesh.
