Task accomplished: in a sleeping suit in a foil bed

Yesterday I was chatting with SIR Dennis on Planetromeo. Since I’m now in the 6th day in the KG, increasing lust is noticeable and I can hardly sleep at night. I begged Sir Dennis to tell me something to distract me for the night.

Note to me: “Don’t beg for tasks if you’re horny!”

Sir Dennis immediately had a task for me and asked me to wear plugs and diapers to the KG. But since I’ve also been sleeping in a foil bed for three days, I asked the sir for a dress code, because the pond liner makes me endlessly horny on bare skin …

Sir Dennis also had a mean idea:

KG (anyway until August 4th), plug, diapers, diaper pants, woolen tights, shirt, tie, pullover and pullover, dress pants, 3 jackets, dork helmet, wool gloves and the sniffy sneakers from Master P., which I have been wearing continuously for 48 hours.

So it was different than expected and hoped. Suit and wool is not my fetish at all and I only wear it voluntarily in a school session. Now I should wrap myself up in it for the night. The snappy sneakers from MasterP. I’ve been wearing non-stop for 48 hours and the smell of sweaty feet was no longer to be hidden.

At 11:30 AM I started getting ready for bed. First I pushed the thick plug into my hole. When it clicked into place, I already felt the mighty pressure. Then I packed my useless abdomen in a thick diaper and plastic diaper pants. When I put on woolen tights and a shirt with a tie, I felt really warm and I could have happily left it at that. But order is order and so I got into my suit pants, put on a warm woolen sweater and a knitted woolen sweater. Now the three jackets followed one after the other and the dork helmet on which “IDIOT” stood appropriately. That’s how I felt. Now I got back into the sniffy, smelly sneakers, put on thick rubber gloves and woolen mittens. What then rode me, I don’t know … I thought if shit, then right and put a lined gown over it.

So I got into my foil bed that was still equipped with 2 thick wool blankets and a winter down quilted bed over the thick pond foil blanket. These blankets were heavy on me. Next to my head stank another luscious sneaker from Master P.

Lights off – covers pulled up to the chin and hands stowed neatly next to the body under the covers. It was midnight

Sleep? of course no chance. The wool from my shirt and sweaters got scratchier the wetter I sweated them. Master P.’s shoes, which are one size too small, have been pressing for hours, sweat trickled into my eyes under the Dork-Helmet and I lay there and was not allowed to do anything other than lie well packed and stink.

In the meantime I nodded off briefly, woke up and noticed that I was lying on my side with my legs bent … I immediately returned to the correct position and adjusted the plastic bedding. Hands again close to the side of the body, lying straight, head pointing up at the ceiling. … Waiting…

In between I “cuddled” again and again with another sniffy and stinky sneaker from Master P. Fortunately I had no command to lick it clean!

At 9:00 a.m. I got up and took off my coat and two jackets that were completely wet. Everything including the suit, which was also soaking wet, remained on. I put on a PVC winter construction rain suit and swapped the sneakers for rubber boots. … Now I reported to Sir Dennis and reported: Task accomplished, sir – thank you, sir!

Put on sleep suit

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