~ Entry One ~
Dear Slut Diaries,
I was straining against the ropes binding my legs, not trying to get loose, just appreciating the feeling against my skin. Daddy knew I craved true restriction, and he had definitely done that this time. I couldn’t move my legs at all, my calfs and thighs tied together with my knees bent. I was stuck like this until Daddy released me… speaking of releases, I wondered when I would be allowed to have one again. Today I went into the belt.
Almost on cue, Daddy entered with a package and I felt my clit throb at the thought of being blocked away from giving into my slutty desires. I moaned into my dildo gag, almost no noise escaping from around the shaft, and he chuckled at my attempt to get attention. He slowly pulled it out of its package and I felt drool begin to slide down the side of my face from both the gag and from sheer desperation. He hadn’t even touched my clit yet and it looked like he didn’t plan on it before my lock. I shivered in anticipation.