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My name was Selena. I say was because my master never refers to me by my name. He simply refers to me as slave. I have been with him for a very long time. My concept of time is pretty good but I have not been outside this house for a long time. I know that it has been years. I left home at seventeen and spent two years on the streets of New York with a fierce drug addiction. At some point I ended up being kidnapped by people I do not remember. I was auctioned off in a warehouse on the waterfront. I was bought by my current master. He commanded me to write about a typical day here with him. I must start by saying each day here is unique but they all follow the same sort of schedule. I will start by giving you a description of myself. I am somewhere in my mid twenties. I am 5'3 and 125 pounds. When I have hair it is a very dark black. My skin is very light and when I used to be out in the sun my complexion was so fair even in the winter I needed sunscreen less I burn. Currently I have no hair on my body. My master shaved my head a few months back to make hooding me easier. I have never been permitted body hair here. I am a slave. I say that because I am proud that I am a good slave. I have never been good at anything but getting high and being a slave. If I had not been kidnapped I would be dead from my addictions. My morning starts at 5 am every morning. I sleep in heavy clothes every night. When the alarm goes off an electronic lock only cage goes off and the door releases itself. I will describe a typical bedtime out fit when I get to that part of the day. When the alarm goes off I have four minutes to get out of the small cage I curl up in at night. To stay in the cage past that time will allow the cage to re lock and when my master wakes up I will be punished. It has only happened to me twice and the punishment was not worth the sleep. It is always around eighty degrees in my outer chamber. The cage sits in the corner where the heat can blow into it all night to make me suffer in my night clothes. My outer chamber is about Three hundred square feet and is quite nice. It has a separate bathroom. The room has a queen size bed which I am only permitted to sleep in with master. The room is lined with various implements for bondage hanging on the wall. They used to be locked in drawers but I can now be trusted to not touch any of them. The room also contains a small fridge and kitchenette. The main feature is a huge walk in closet that contains more knitwear and bondage wear then most people could imagine. I now have fifteen minutes to disrobe, shower, and shave. I disrobe and put the former nights outfit in the laundry shoot. For all the chores i do, ironically, clean my knitwear is not one of them. Upon completing my shower and shave I towel off and head to the bed to see if master has already laid an outfit Out. If he has not which is the case today I then go kneel under the camera and wait. Usually after a short wait master will either come down to dress me or I will hear his voice on the intercom. I kneel With my legs spread and my hands palms up on my thighs. On this day the intercom comes to life and my master greets me with a "good morning slave". I respond with perky "good morning master." "Slave I would like you to put on a heavy out fit today with posture collar, corset over mohair, gag with three mohair balaclavas. You will need to see. Do you understand?" "Yes master!" Is the only permitted reply. The challenge of dressing myself begins. I will have to make the outfit as beautiful and as coordinated as I can while making sure that I obey his commands and making sure it is a heavy outfit. I stand up and approach the closet. Next to the closet door is a rack containing various collars. I select a four inch three buckle posture collar and head into the cavernous closet. The first thing i will have to find are undergarments. I select a white mohair thong and a matching mohair turtleneck sweater. The sweater is thin enough that I will be able to put the corset on over it easily. I select a white corset that should whittle my waist down very well. I slide the thong up and let the scratchy material settle in my ass. I pull the thin hairy turtleneck over my head and fold over the four inch turtleneck. Now I have to find the items I will be wearing on my legs because once the posture collar and corset go on it makes dressing my lower body very hard. I select a thick itchy pair of white wool tights. Pulling them on is an exercise in self control. The fabric is instantly hot and uncomfortable. I then select a pair of white mohair thigh high socks and pull them on. The heat is palpable. I then put on a pair of calf length sweater boots. They are grey and big enough to get over the under layers. Next I slide a pair of mohair legwarmers over my boots unfolding them all the way to my thighs. My final item is an ankle length white mohair hobble skirt. My legs are done. I finish sweating underneath my layers. I look on the mirror and know master will be pleased. I then begin the process of lacing my corset up over the white turtleneck. I am very proficient and am able to get the busk on the corset to nearly touch. I am out of breath with the prickly heat of the mohair driven in to my lily white skin. I unroll the turtleneck up over my mouth and place the posture collar on. I make sure it's tight. I roll the necks down and head deeper into the closet. More? Story 2 My closet is organized very well. I am allowed to keep it any way I want so I can find what I need when ordered to do so. Master likes to hunt and peck when he is selecting my outfits but for me speed is essential. I prefer to keep the sweaters organized by color. With todays theme going to be mostly white I head towards the white section. I select a thick wool sweater with a long tight turtleneck. Master enjoys hunting through my necks to find the posture collar and this selection should give him the chance to do that. I pull it over my head and unfold the neck. The long white neck reaches my lower lip when folded once. I check the mirror and am pleased with my progress. I select a white mohair sweater that is triple ply mohair with a huge neck on it. The sweater looks like a cloud of mohair. I do not put it on yet because I have a couple things that need to be added to my outfit that go under the sweaters. I walk over to the lopi section of my closet and find my final sweater for the outfit. It is a very scratchy lopi cardigan. The sweater is white with grey highlights. My master only lets me wear cardigans if the sweater is all the way buttoned up. With the two sweaters in hand I go over to the accessories section of my closet. I select a pair of white angora gloves, a white pair of mohair mittens, and the three balaclavas. Out in the bed room I place the items on the bed and go to the bondage cabinets. Selecting a gag for myself is the hardest things I do on a daily basis. The gag drawer contains at least twenty different gags of all styles, shapes, and sizes. This morning is a little easier because of my white outfit choice. I have three white ballgags. My masters favorite is the biggest of course. I hate it because it makes my jaw ache after a very short period of time. The smart bet would be to put the medium gag in for the day. It is uncomfortable but functional. My yes master is not just a grunt with the medium gag. I think over my selection and choose the huge gag. Master wanted a heavy outfit and I have to think the bondage today will be heavy as well. I bring my gag over to the bed with my clothes. I take a deep breath and wiggle my jaw around like a competitive eater warming up. I place the gag deeply in my mouth and strap it so that I cannot push it out with my tongue. I have learned long ago it is better to wear my bondage and knitwear correctly less I be disciplined. My jaw instantly aches but I continue on. I slide the angora gloves on. The softness feels nice despite the instant warmth. I secretly love angora. I love when master sleeps with me and I am wearing all angora and he lets me cuddle up to him unfettered. It is a rarity but it is a favorite thing of this slave. I take as deep a breath as the gag will let me and begin putting on the balaclavas. The first is a black mohair number that is unbrushed and very scratchy. By putting the mouthless balaclava on first I am telling my master that I understand I must suffer the huge white ballgag all day. And even though when I present my self to master he will not see the color of the gag, there is a chance he will see it later in the day and when he does the coordination will please him. The black unbrushed mohair almost hurts my bare scalp as I adjust it so the eyes are in the right spot. My vision is now somewhat limited but I can see the next balaclava clearly. It is a white heavy wool balaclava that matches my white long necked sweater. I pull it on feeling the heat build. Lastly I put my white fluffy mohair balaclava on. It will match the mohair sweater perfectly. I pull the sweater over my head and adjust everything once more. I am almost done but unfortunately the hard part is next. I have to put the mittens on then button the lopi sweater. I pull the white mittens on. They go up to the middle of my for arm and it takes a little bit of time to work them over the sweater. Finally I put the lopi cardigan on. Bit by bit I can button it up and feel the weight of my outfit settle on me. The scariest part of my day will be how long I will be made to endure this outfit. I never know. It is now time to go to the camera and wait.