A Risky Return to Sin City

I am not in a deep sleep when the lights come on and the room goes silent, so I wake up as required without issue. However, on my last visit DR. D’s partner and submissive managed and completed my morning routine. I was now on my own, restricted by my irons and not overly familiar with the facilities. I add a few notes and revisions to my journal and get started on my tasks. I knew I was to shower and cleanse myself and that would happen in the Wet Room (a full description of this room can be found in my last journal). I shuffle over to and enter. First up would be to try to attend to my business. I knew where the steel commode was located, and I went there first. Stretching hard in a semi squat position I was barely able to reach between my legs and remove the plug still lodge in my ass. It is not clean, so I rinse it in the toilet so that I won’t dirty the floor when I sit it down and go, first peeing through my cage and then having success in clearing my bowels of both the cum left there and me. I flush, pick up my plug and waddle over to the douching racks. I won’t be secured and cleansed by others this time; I was on my own. It took a little exploration, but I figured out how to turn on one of the wand hoses and get it to a usable position without making a colossal mess. With squatting and stretching my irons to their limits, it takes a few attempts to get the nozzle inserted into my rectum and flushed myself out. I sure wish I had had some lube to make it more tolerable. I perform three cycles and believe I am running clear when I stop. If it wasn’t good enough, I know I’ll suffer in many ways.

Cleaning up is next, disgusting, but vitally important to my future wellbeing. If I leave the once pristine floors in any less than the condition I found them, I will suffer greatly without a doubt. With effort I get it done. It is then onto my own shower, complicated again by the irons I wear. Hot water is not offered, and I am shivering by the time I am done. I look for towels, but the ones provided are on shelves out of the reach of my restrained arms. I will need to drip dry. I do my best to wipe any excess water from me with my hands, but I am still wet. I see at the sink there is a small tube of toothpaste and a toothbrush. I can complete that task using it to distract my mind from my dripping cold body. As I make a final inspection of the Wet Room to assure I have left it in good order, I see the plug and take it to the sink to give it a better washing. Done, I’m not sure what to do with it and decide maybe I better put it back where I found it. That would be back in my butthole.

Inserting a large, un-lubed butt plug in oneself when bound in irons is a challenge. I use my own saliva to provide what lude I can to both the plug and my hole. It probably took a good painful ten minutes to accomplish. I was mostly dry at that point, certainly not dripping, so I left the wet room and proceeded to the center of the dungeon where the center hoist hangs from the ceiling. This seems to be the common starting place for play here. As no one is yet in the dungeon, but knowing I am on camera and viewable by my Dominant, I take my submissive position on my knees there and wait.