For Whom The Bell Tolls

Tomorrow is the day. At Owner's instruction i will once again be taking to the stage in front of a room full of total strangers at an anime convention. This time i will be dressed as a manga schoolgirl character called Marin Kitagawa from the series My Dress Up Darling.

i am both very nervous and very excited at the prospect of taking to the stage and doing a little dance in my little school skirt and blouse, panties, bra, wig and make-up. i will also be locked in chastity. i don't imagine there will be any other 56 year old alongside me in the line-up backstage waiting for their moment under the stage lights!

For Owner it is an opportunity to put Her slut wife on public display and test my willingness to do as i am told. 

Meanwhile, last night Owner sent me to my cage in the kitchen after dinner and after having completed my chores. As usual my wrists and ankles were cuffed and chained, my mouth was gagged with a horsebit gag, an iron cowbell hung from my thick leather collar whilst another, and some heavy weights, hung suspended from my tit piercings -stretching them.

Owner hates noise and so i am expected to remain as motionless as possible, the cowbells providing an instant alert for any movement. That is what i did. Kneeling motionless on all fours, drooling into a small bucket in front of me from my gag and feeling the weights and iron cowbell distend my nipples as they hung suspended from S hooks hanging from my nipple piercings.

i remained like that, in the darkness, as gradually, slowly my hands and my legs went to sleep. i tried to ignore the pins and needles, tried to stay still. i focused instead on the pain in my breasts, embrace it as a distraction from my mounting discomfort. But eventually, that too no longer worked. The pain became too intense. i tried instead to ignore it, to clear my mind, blank everything my body is telling me out, fighting to remain still. 

From the far end of the flat i could hear the muffled sounds of Owner talking on the phone to Her family. Catching up, exchanging news and gossip whilst Her wife, their son-in-law, was locked, gagged and chained inside its dog kennel.

Suddenly, and from out of nowhere, a carnival of lust exploded into my brain. My mind filled with an intense and all-consuming craving for my Owners fingers and hands inside my hot hole, Her cock pushing into my orifices, Her scent, Her taste and touch. My pussy excitedly winked open and shut in the darkness, more drool pooled in the bucket in front of me. Then just as suddenly as it arrived the carnival moved on. i am left with just my discomfort and pain and my frustrated arousal.

i tried to stay still, be good but eventually i had to move. Slowly, very slowly and cautiously so as not to set off the cowbells, i micro adjusted my legs and my hands to bring back some circulation. i then settled again and so the cycle repeated. Discomfort, pain, numbness, desire, arousal. It was, and is, the most delicious torment.

At one point i realised i could no longer hear the soft murmur of Owners voice. The flat was silent. i knew She must be stretched out on the sofa, relaxing and listening to Her audio book.  The thought of Her at repose on the sofa made me smile. Meanwhile, the discomfort, the pain, the frsutrated arousal and desire continued.

Part-way into my evening lock-up Owner checked in on me via the surveillance camera app on Her phone. Her voice came through the surveillance camera, loud and clear. i am unable to speak when gagged so wiggled my bottom in response. The below clip is me wiggling my bottom in the gloom of the kitchen dog crate upon hearing Her instruction. If you turn up the volume you can hear the melodic sounds of my cowbells and metal weights clanging and swinging like church bells with the movement of my body.

The movement of my body eased the numbness in my limbs but the weighted pendulum hanging from my tits, swung hard left and right, left and right, pulling and stretching them painfully as i gleefully acknowledged Owner's voice over the surveillance camera. 

Then, after a period, i realised that Owner had lost interest, returned to whatever it was She was doing. i settled back and returned to waiting motionless in the darkness. 

Wish me luck for tomorrow!