Chapter Five
Tormented In Transit
During the following weeks my masochism flowered. I’d come to the point that I craved and at the same time hated my constant confinement, occasional lovemaking, and the frequent ‘correctional treatment’ Alexandra meted out, despite my growing reservations about living like this for the rest of my life.
I was only permitted to wear my Restraint Uniform and any additional chains she wanted, and sometimes, over the top of these, thick rubber or leather skirts or dresses. All of my clothing was hot and restrictive and my body fought constantly against this additional lessening of free movement. Occasionally she gagged me for a day and night, but I never got to wear anything else and soon grew accustomed to seeing myself in the many mirrors, clad only in lea
