A safe place for a perfect submissive loyal slave with integrity 🥰😘💐❤️
So good. So finite. Imagine how hot it gets. Suffer for me. I want you balling your eyes out, begging with panic to be let out. Crying even. Inconsolable. Anything to be given back an ounce of dignity. Imagine how small and creative I’d have to be to get food in there to you. And how you’ll need to try and get diapers through those bars. Because I told you that once you piss or shit in that box, you won’t get any more food. So you put on the diapers. And you listen to them scratch and crumple around when you move. It’s deafening. And embarrassing thinking about the next time you’ll get a clean one. The one you have on has to stay in place, getting heavy and uncomfortable. All those tiny noises you make are amplified inside the box. You’ll stretch each extremity separately to maintain flexibility. The silence will be deafening. Hours will tick by. The blackout shades are closed so you can only tell it’s day or night by noting there are less cars you can hear moving on the interstate or you’ll hear the mailman drop stuff in the box and walk back down the stairs. You’ll hear the garage open and then close and finally hear me enter and want to scream out. But you’ll learn that the louder and more angry you get, the more I’ll ignore you. Sometimes I leave again and you get so angry I left without coming in to acknowledge you, that you’ll bang and kick and beat on the door, the ceiling. The walls. That steel is unrelenting. It doesn’t bend. It doesn’t break. It doesn’t care how stifled you are. How far it is. You are nothing. You get a long tube passed thru the bars to a water source and try to gage when it’ll go dry, taking small sips. Because the door isn’t opening. Until you are broken. Only then, will you be moved to a smaller box.
