Do you have ever carried a _d_i_l_d_o_ up your ass in your daily life?. If you don't, let me tell you, then you have a very generous master. Well, I did, and I assure you it is a most humbling experience.
My Master does make me wear a leather harness that holds a _d_i_l_d_o_ inside me against the will of my anus from time to time. Maybe it is a punishment, maybe he enjoys seeing me suffering. It is a fight, a permanent fight, between my anus that wants to spell the _d_i_l_d_o_ and the harness that holds it inside. And you know who wins, don't you? It is as if you were being constantly _f_u_c_k_ed while you walk, move and carry on. The penis sized and formed apparatus keeps on penetrating while your body unconsciously fights the intrusion, despite the futility of the resistance.
Changing position bring momentary respite, but not for long. Sitting sends back inside the _d_i_l_d_o_. Walking is bothersome and you wonder if people notice. And how many people around know because they are in the same condition? You wonder. Squirming doesn't help either, it only excites you more, and you can't allow yourself that while working.
Don't think I suffer the punishment voluntarily, the harness is kept in its place by locks, and I am forced to endure it. By the time I arrive to my master's feet I am ready to do anything as long as I am relieved of my torture. Maybe that's the reason he makes me wear it, for my docility afterwards. I am actually grateful to my Master when he relieves me of the harness, and he knows it.
As soon as I arrive home I leave everything I wear (and that I can put off) and look for my Master. I have to kiss his boots and wait knelt in front of him for his orders. He may decide to pee and I have to drink it. He may want me to suck his dick, and I will. Everything while the _d_i_l_d_o_ rests inside. He may tie me to wooden stock, and now I know that I maybe relieved soon. Because to strap and whip thoroughly my ass he usually leaves it totally unprotected. I may be lucky and I get only a strapping. I may be not and get switched. If I shout with pain I get gagged. Afterwards, I remain in the wooden stock, but before I have to thank him for the punishment. And I am really grateful. He is my Master, his pleasure is my pain, and my pain is my pleasure.