At the third day in my heavy bodybondage with waist corset, armbinder, latex isolation hood, balletboots and cruel chastity belt, i was happy to see my Mistress again.
Dressed up like an extreme kinky bondage-doll i relaxed in the slipstream of Mistress Nolan´s sparkling self-confidence and artful verbal treatment, she and Master Greg implemented on a young and fresh enslaved femboy sissy.
At the night, Miss Graves and my Mistress showed up at FFU. Miss Graves got informed about my current disciplination. She seemed a bit worried about the restriction length of 14 days and asked me, if Mistress Nolan should also be dressed and hooded as i was.
I declined the offer smilingly and as a little "forced participation",
my Mistress got similar dressed and restricted like me - for this night only.
So we both had to kneel near Miss Graves, glazed and gaped from our friends and residents at Morken.
I wondered by myself about the loss of whining and lamentation,
i normally was used to show in public. But this time, the first time ever, the cup of disgrace passed me. Holding up a stable mood of acceptance, i was inbound to the surrounding talk and forgot to whine.
I was very happy as Mistress Nolan was released from the surprising banishment at least. My feelings became more relaxed as the new formed hierarchy was adjusted again.
My own position was clear defined and more and more accepted by my inner self.
The personal class conflict and fight for the upper positions and degrees were gone for me.
Despite all the frustration about my helplessness and gnawing of hurting shame on me, i felt disencumbered from an old, annoying burden.
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