Conditioning

I hate being bored. I have having the drive, the motivation, the craving to be dominated and have no way to indulge. I hate having nothing to do. Ms Cassandra understands this. She knows that the life of a prisoner is full of routine, hard labor, and minimal comfort.

Ms Cassandra doesn’t play around. I know when she finally puts me in for a serious prison sentence, I will need to be ready both mentally and physically. So for two nights this week, she has commanded me to sleep on the floor, shackled in chains. This is to acclimate me to the life I am committed to living. Beds are a privilege to a prisoner. And I must first earn that privilege.

For the shackles, I used locking leather cuffs joined by the heaviest-duty chain I could find at the store. These chains are HEAVY.

First, here is the cuff with a tiny padlock secured through the buckle. Once locked, the cuffs can’t be removed until the lock is removed first. So these are very secure, but also safe. Emergency scissors are nearby.

Once a cuffs was locked on to each wrist and each ankle, it was time to lock on the chains. Nothing fancy here. Each end of the chain is attached to a cuff. One chain joins the ankles. One chain joins the wrists. Four keyed-alike locks are used to secure the chains to the cuffs.

One small lock on each extremity. Each one has two keys. The four locks joining the chains are all keyed-alike. There are four keys total for those locks. That’s 12 total locks into the steel box and secured with the timer-padlock. Mistress Cassandra said I had to sleep in chains. I figured that meant 8 hours.