Long-term restraint is a fundamental aspect of live-in domes..

Long-term restraint is a fundamental aspect of live-in domestic servitude. Although it seems that I love being surrounded by slaves 24/7, the truth is I still need to find ways to keep them out of My way. The paradox here is that I love being surrounded by an army of slaves but I also have a need for a lot of alone time. Obviously I would never bring a slave on vacation or in My home who wasn't good at disappearing into the background; that dynamic would last about one hour because I have a very low tolerance for neediness or attention-seeking behaviours. This slave was particularly good at meeting My energy in fostering a quiet, tranquil environment when I needed it to be so. That said, I still like to remove all beta energy from My space by tying them up or placing them in constrained situations for hours at a time. There are so many ways to do this, ranging from placing the beta in a corner to the advanced production you see here. If My Mother saw these images she would not be surprised that I did this to someone; one of Her most salient memories she has of Me growing up was My obsession with tying things into tight knots. I would remove My shoe laces and use them to create complex contraptions that She could never undo. I have tiny hands so I am very good at securing and fastening things with a tightness that people with regular sized hands cannot get out. For this reason, She always had to cut the laces to remove My creation. She'd try to punish Me by buying Me velcro shoes so I wouldn't have shoelaces to work with. Unfortunately for Her, I have a big family so I never really stopped with this fun little activity. I digress. My love for tying/restraining/binding never ceased, and here I am finding ways to keep My slaves out of sight, out of mind. Here, I placed the sissy in a face down/ass up position. I gagged it, restrained its arms behind its back, and then fastened a leash to its chastity cage which I tied to a pole at a higher elevation. To give it some comfort on its head, I left it some sweaty gym clothes that it could breathe in. I couldn't tell you how long I left it here, a few hours for sure. Either way, it's better that My love for tying/restraining carried through to adulthood versus My childhood pyromania.