I have tomorrow off

Someone out there knows why, but I'm not saying who. My libido has been up a bit these last few days and it's time to do something about it.

After twenty minutes of smoothing and stretching my favorite backzip catsuit is finally ready to be zipped. There's a trick to doing it alone, and it involves a bent coat hanger and a bit of flexibility. Around my waist I've locked a length of chain, the end of which passes between my legs to be locked in back. It's tight enough that it won't slip past my hips, and later my wrists will be locked to each side with leather cuffs. Another chain wraps around my body, crosses between my breasts and around again. With a lock in front and back each time I take a deep breath it squeezes my breasts tightly. This chain is a bit long so the extra gets locked to the crotch chain in back, pulling it up into my sex. The suit has gloves and feet, and over the later I have added four inch pumps with locking ankle straps. A short chain between leather ankle cuffs ensures I'll be taking tiny steps until morning. Later I'll manage to get my elbows cuffed as close together as I can so my hands can't reach my crotch, but before the final lock snaps shut I'll add a leather panel gag with a phallus between my teeth. All will remain in place for several hours, determined by a program called Safelock, with a devious random setting. I'm fairly certain that I've chosen a setting that begins at four hours, but may last as long as twelve.

The safety call has been made, everything is in place, and my tummy is full of butterflies. There are not many things more exciting than this...