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ty dehner's journal - day two
Ok, I'm fucking pissed now. They have done nothing fun here. So I'm sitting in this freaking jail cell, big fucking deal. I know there were some guys here last night playing; I could hear them. But I was left in here all night. I hate this "Great Pumpkin" uniform that I am wearing. And then spending the past hours in the dark is really pissing me off. I expected some bondage while here. Certainly, pictures for my readers. This is not what we had discussed for my visit. The fucking interrogation went beyond play. They were demanding information that they didn't need. I had no choice but to give it to them.
In the interrogation, they kept a plastic bag over my head. I couldn't breath. I love to play with breath control, but this wasn't a game. Even if I gave them what they wanted, they continued. The damn guard behind me seems to get a sadistic please of slamming his fists on my chest. I could hear him chuckle a bit as he heard my air escape from my lungs. He would hold the plastic tight over my head with his leather gloves, as Sgt. Mike asked questions he really didn't need to know. I'm upset they got the information to upload pics and such to my site. I'm not sure what they are showing the readers. I promised them some exciting stuff. I'm feeling bad, and I am not aware of what is happening. I worry that I will be disappointing my readers. I am disappointing myself by caving in to the torture they did to me. The pain was incredible when they put rubber bands on the soles of my feet and snapped them. I held out for a while, but eventually I caved. I'm so fucking weak.
Spending the time in here, I think I have figured out a way out of here. Thankfully, they are letting me get out of the damn orange suit and into my BDUs. They promised that I would get to participate in the first night of the military bondage. From what I heard, most of the guys will be sleeping in bondage. If they play late, they will be late getting up. Of course, in this cell, I have no sense of time. I don't know what time of day it is. If I can figure a way out of here, then I would have no problem getting back to Seattle with my e-ticket. I know they are reading my journals; they brought up something I said yesterday. I hope they are posting it to the readers. Something is going to happen today, I know it. Just hope I can outsmart these guys and get it done.
jtc: day two
Finally, the day our recruits have been waiting for. We have started our military bondage training. You will find our first upload of images showing our recruits learning the rules of the day from their Drill Sergeants. Then we have our first recruit that fucked up, having to spend time in solitary confinement. He was not very cooperative, but we got him in. Our DIs don't mess with anything and make sure the job gets done right the first time.
Update on dehner, he has escaped. Though Sgt. Mike was extremely upset with the escape of dehner, he is very proud to say that the record of no escapes continues untarnished. ty was found on the JTC grounds and returned forcibly to isolation. He won't be trying it again!
