Four days had passed since I chose to stay with Blake. Things were getting better, thus weakening my resolve. Blake still did things both childish and made me think he was an asshole. Every day, I got progressively more freedoms. The first day after Tyler visited, I woke up uncuffed. Originally, I thought Blake simply forgot. It wasn’t until the next day that I started to suspect he would not have me cuffed to the bed every day.
Blake didn’t give me complete freedom. Every day, I woke up locked in the same room. Sometimes, Blake would sleep the night with me. He let me out of my cell every day, but only when I could be kept close. Dresses, blouses with skirts, heels, heavy makeup; I had become the stereotypical poster girl of femininity.
Sexually, Blake was amazing and devilishly evil. When he fucked me, it was wonderful. It was never just sex. If I said or forgot to say something he didn’t approve of, I was quickly gagged. Ball gags, tape over my lips, cloth shoved in my mouth, ring gags; I never wore the same gag twice in a row.