Warning: you may really, really not want to
Sunday: I didn't get enough of the sling, so instead of watching football, my partner and I had our own superbowl party. Once again I was in the sling, but with more restraints this time: fistmitts chained to the ceiling, hood, blindfold, gag, and best of all, a Bardex. If you don't know what that is, well... let's just say I was very full and then very empty, over and over again. And there wasn't a thing I could do about it.
Monday: My rugby team starts practicing soon in the snow, but in the meantime, I met a kinky English coach online who wants to put me through some hard training and forced exercise. I've been jogging 30 minutes every day in uncomfortable gear: soaking wet rugby jerseys, rubber "sauna suits", mud, sweat, and slime. The coach promises me that he will email me future training sessions - the one Wednesday involves swimming outside in a local pond while wearing full Army BDUs, boots, and carrying a backpack full of sand. I'll let you know how that one goes. The coach also regulates my diet, putting me on a strict food regimen of vegetables and low-calorie meals. The training is going well so far, since I'm down to 206 pounds from a high of 225 last month.
Tuesday: More kinky sex - a rough scene with my partner is planned. He's going to tie me up and spank me until I cry. And then he's going to do it some more...
If you don't know me well, or are squeamish, it might be better if you just went on to the next post.