The shiny, long, thick, black rubber skirt was not my choice by any means! It was hot and awkward to move in while being worn, ensuring I was always under a form of subtle restriction. Long and encumbering skirts were only a small portion of my wardrobe though, for after my first month in the Restraint Harness, Alexandra also began to require that I wear that truly horrible thing she called an ‘Inhibitor Bar’. This newest part of my Restraint Harness was a 5 cm diameter shaft that locked onto an outer joint of my chastity belt’s crotch piece, being anywhere between mid-thigh length to ankle length, depending upon her daily whim, and was somehow mechanically connected to the long, thick dildo I have to wear at all times too. Now I had to wear the awful combination at all times; even while I
