After my post yesterday, Tripp told me to put on my uniform. I didn’t want to. I wasn’t feeling it. He said to do it anyway. He took me upstairs. He had laid it out and he helped me get dressed. He plugged me. He tucked my cage in and did up my pants. He laced my boots and he did my tie. He was very complimentary. He kissed me. He told me I was sexy. He shackled me. He got out the paddle. He did all sorts of nasty things to me. He got me hard in my cage and he didn’t let me come. He said he wants me to want to come and he wasn’t going to just make me come. I told him I wanted to. He said no. He said I would come sometime when I was feeling that burn. He told me that I needed this. He was right. I’m still a long way from normal, but I think maybe we can get there again. Sometime you just need a good kick in the balls (and yes, for the first time in ages I’ve got bruises and sore balls).