I’d like to tell you a bit about my life, but I suspect it’s not all that different from yours.
I’m still of school age, so Monday to Friday it looks like this: my mommy comes in at around 6:30, unties my feet, so I can get out of bed, and then my hands so I can get myself ready.
When I’m dressed, she cuffs my legs together above the knees, under the skirt, so I can still take small steps and climb stairs, but I can’t run. For that, she uses padded cuffs. I eat breakfast, put my jacket on and she ties my hands together in front of me, before I go out to wait for the school bus to arrive. My hands are tied together, and my knees cuffed, the whole school day, unless there’s any form of exercise, which naturally makes it impossible. When I get home, I do my homework, at my desk, which has chains and padded cuffs mounted on the top. She locks my hands in the cuffs and I start working. The chains are long enough for me to reach just about everything I need, though.
After dinner I watch TV, my hands tied behind the back of a chair in the living room. Usually my feet are tied as well; either together, or separately to the legs of the chair, in which case my knees aren’t cuffed together.
At 10 o’clock, I usually go to bed. Mommy unties me long enough to use the bathroom, put on my onesie, and go to bed. She comes in and ties my hands securely to the head end, and my feet, just as securely, to the foot end of the bed, so I lay there looking kind of like an X. She blindfolds me, and turns the lights off.
Weekends, though, often look like this: I wake up, usually around 9 or 9:30, and calls for her to help me get out of bed. As on weekdays, I’m freed long enough for me to get ready, then my knees are cuffed together, and I have breakfast. If the weather is nice, I spend the morning, and, if possible, most of the afternoon outside, wearing a leotard and tights, tied to a pole, or wearing a bathing suit, tied to a sun-bed, tanning. I always wear a leotard outside at least, even outside. If it’s not too cold, that is.
Sometimes she ties my hands in front of me, puts a back-pack on me, ties a rope around my waist, and we go for a walk. Usually we go to the shop, and buy groceries. More often than not, I’m tied to a pole outside, to wait for her. Most of the time, there are other kids my age tied there, too.
She puts most of the things she’s bought in my back-pack. The rest, if any, she carries in a shopping-bag.
One thing that makes weekends different from weekdays, for obvious reasons, is that I’m gagged almost all the time.