I met my friend yesterday, it was nice.
The Committee respected her wishes and did not mix the O - session with the meeting.
I sat behind my table, as always. I was locked in the chair and my hands were on the table with handcuffs that were attached to the table.
She sat ahead of me a bit farther, its normal practice. She could not touch me.
Sometimes it was possible that she has taken care of my hands, manicure done etc, but now was not so.
My cages were in the same room, they were covered but my friend wanted to look at them. She was curious because she had read my diary.
She was not terrified and said nothing negative, she only wanted to see them. The guard let her look at them.
After that, the matter had been completed. She did not ask for any cage related.
We talked about many things again. She keeps it funny how interested I am "normal" things in life. I want to hear what it is like to go shopping and in cafes, how to go to work, etc. everyday things. They are extreme to me.
The hour is always a short time and again many things have not been said. She had to leave, guard escorted her out. and I was left alone to sit.
Finally, two members of the Committee came into the room.
They greeted me formally, and I formally replied.
They took me out of the chair and pulled it away. The handcuffs were still locked to the table. I was standing next to the table.
The table is a little low, it is difficult to stand the wrists locked to the table. The position was uncomfortable.
"wait here" the man said "we will come back".
They left the room.
I was wondering. What is happening?
Nothing happened for a long time. The situation was really awkward. I could not completely straighten myself.
I tried to kneel down so that my knee would hit the floor but it did not succeed. The table was at a hell of a height. My corset and shoulder straps did not make it easier.
I tried to sit on the table, but that was also impossible.
It was a simple effective torture.
Eventually, after a very long time, the men came back. The other guy had a bag with him.
They took the chairs and sat in front of me.
"Pain?" the man asked and looked at me calmly.
"Sir ... this is not a good posture" I said "I would be glad if I could be unlocked from this table".
"I can believe it" the man replied "but unfortunately this is your position today".
I was already so tired of the awkward position that I began to cry.
"Calm down, you now need to focus on" the man said, "we have inform to you".
"You already have a fitness program that you have complied nicely. Now we add a new element to it: Bondage Fitness Program!" The man said proud.
"It basically means that you will be placed extra bondage 3 times a week. During the Bondage session you have to move and perform certain tasks. You remember, for example, Hogtied Race- event?"
I remember Hogtied Race. It is related to my unpleasant past. Or actually at that time everything was fine.
Then my "love of my life" organized events where affluent businessmen met beautiful women. High-level Fetish and Bondage events.
I already mentioned a diary at a "hunting party" where girls were hunted with paint ball-guns.
There were also other activities, one of them was Hogtied Race.
That's a group of women hogtied, all exactly the same way. They had to go a certain distance (eg 10 meters) as fast as possible. Men had betting and other fun.
Some women did not know how to move, but some were very skilled at it. They knew how to use abdominal muscles and pelvic movement. They were sporty fast.
I was "at a higher level", I was a companion of the event leader, I did not participate in the competitions. I was not like other girls.
I then admired some girls, they were strong. I understand that bondage training can be a tough sport.
"This practice starts right next week We are initially present but then the responsibility goes to the guards."
It's a big change. In practice, the guards have not made a bondage with me. It has always been the task of the Committee. I am a little concerned about it.
Man put latex gloves on hand. another man took my skirt up and dropped my panties on the ankles.
"Now a little quick session so you get your thoughts elsewhere" The man moved the chair to my side and sat there. He fingered me.
"Well, I can see that you like the bondage training idea" he laughed, I was wet.
The other man took me behind and pressed me to the table. my butt was upright. He gave strong hand slaps to my buttocks. I was hot. Meanwhile, another fingering me and using a massager.
All of that combination, Waiting, difficult position, talk of the future, physical processing ... Orgasm came surprisingly quickly.
Finally everything was over.
The men collected the goods and left the room.
I was alone again.
I still had a difficult position, locked to the table, my skirt was up, panties somewhere legcuffs, my inner thighs were wet.
I wanted to rest but I had to wait.
In the end, the guards came and I was ready for bedtime routines.
