Master James has been quite lax with me as of late… with good reason mostly. But I began slipping up with my overly shared opinions where they weren’t wanted. W⁄we both remained aware of this adverse reaction caused by a lack of instant consequences but i felt it coming to a very intentional end. I pretended not to see the latest contraption He had been creating with a sadistic gleam in His eye. An 8 pound iron ball with a belt of long sharpened nails, points out, tapped firmly into place around it’s center.
A wooden brace with chains being measured against my back and an order to make him two leather straps to His specific measurements. The clanking of the gallows being stripped down to nothing in preparation for his plans.
Now, a hot walker is typically used to cool down a horse after a race. But I’m no horse and I knew it’s purpose would be for quite the opposite. And as for putting a stop to my unwanted “peanut Gallery” opinions and adding some pep to my step… what better than a bag of peanuts used as ammo for His professional grade sling shot. Add a strict leather harness and full leather bondage and some stilettos and I must say.. I was feeling the part and whipped right back into shape.
