trust me to overprepare for things. I looked at the sticky note on my Mac, doublechecking to see that all the tools I needed were at my side. I'd planned for the better part of the day, writing down and crossing off things that sounded like fun. For the first step, I washed down a painkiller with Coke, and refilled my slave mug with water before downing it and refilling. The Coke was to ensure it kicked in quickly, and the water to make sure I didn't dehydrate.

Next I changed my collars, removing the grey ring of steel to replace with my favorite collar of black and green leather. I sighed at the whisper of lambskin on my neck, fastening the thick buckle. Before I could do  anything else, though, I needed to dress. A long sheath in various hues of blues slipped over my hips, and silk covered my torso, loose enough to free my breasts if I chose. Next, it was time for the corset. It had been cheap, but even so was well worth the money. It was a simple off-the-rack underbust, but the measurements had fit mine exactly. The cloth of the corset hissed upon meeting the silk, but it quieted once I had it settled over me. I sighed into the framework of steel, feeling the support as the painkiller began to kick in. I had become quickly adept at lacing myself, settling into the process like a long-loved habit. As I gradually tightened it from the ends, I could feel it press against me, a complimentary restraint. As I tugged the waist smaller, the thinner waist strengthened me, rather than constrained me. A quick bow at the back allowed me to hold it in place until the next tightening.

In the meanwhile, I had yet to eat and medicate, two tasks that many would have done before lacing. The thin shaft of glass glittered as I lifted it to my lips, inhaling as deeply as I could. I caught a full breath of smoke, and tightened the corset as I exhaled swirling grey wisps into the sunlight.

The snack was not light. It could probably have been considered more of a meal, egg noodles with hamburger meat and cheese. But I would need the protein, both for the painkiller and the exercise, and I knew I was going to forget if I put it off.

I grabbed my cuffs, a custom job in blue and green to match my collar. One went on each wrist, and I tugged my hair into a tight ponytail. At this point, there were just a few minutes left until he got out of class. I cleared off the bed, and masturbated in anticipation. As I clipped the cuffs to my collar, I lay back on the bed, cunt still exposed. I had just a few minutes to register that the painkiller was about to knock me out, and suddenly, I was out.