Darren The Postman

 Woke at 7:45am and had breakfast in BED - grapefruit juice, croissants with apricot preserve and black coffee - SPLENDID. Meanwhile,  ‘slave’ (who’d been up since 6am) knelt at the end of the BED, attentive as ever, wearing nothing but his RESTRAINER.

    I favour a CB 6000 (small) USUALLY in CLEAR plastic and ensure that it’s LOCKED ‘on’ most of the time. It comes OFF for PUNISHMENTS and as the MOOD takes me, (of course), but most of the time I simply can’t ABIDE the sight of a slave’s tumescence lolling about’ seemingly with a mind of it’s own. Simply not a slave’s place to be FLAUNTING it about to all and SUNDRY, like some DOG on the STREETS if you ask me!.

   Decided on ‘fuckFace’s’ attire for the day - a collar with the word ‘COCK’ written on it and a couple of pink wrist BANGLES. ‘What a sight, I have to say. He looks QUITE something TODAY!. 

    Crunch of tires on the gravel driveway - that’ll be Darren the POSTMAN arriving. 8:30am on the DOT as usual. Doorbell rings so I send ‘slave’ OFF to answer it.   Sound of PLEASANTRIES being exchanged - Darren knows him VERY well, it appears!. I don’t try to HIDE it - in fact ALL the lads at the DEPOT know I keep a full time SLAVE. Why, I even got a Christmas card from them last year - ‘Best Wishes for Christmas and the New Year from ALL the guys at the DEPOT’ it read!. Cheeky sods! Word gets AROUND. Even had a female postal worker DELIVER the mail for a week or so 6 months ago. My God, she PISSED herself laughing when he answered the door. Haven’t seen her since, though. Perhaps she had a HEART ATTACK and dropped down dead! （Ho Hum) 

    Don’t know why but, Darren INSISTS on ringing the DOORBELL almost every day - even for MAIL that could, quite EASILY, be posted through the LETTERBOX!.... ‘Boys will be BOYS’, I guess...  Perhaps I’ll INVITE him in for a DRINK next Christmas!...