Despite the category I am forced to use in the publishing process, the contents are NOT FICTION. This journal includes in its title the words, 'no leniency', as will all future journals. I mentioned in my last journal that I profoundly evolved through the two-year period of the Covid lockdown. That evolution eradicated from the deepest corners of my mind any remaining shreds of leniency I ever had for my slave-husband, while pursuing the most fulsome, decadent, wicked pleasure. I find it hard to believe myself, but as this journal shows, I have become even more cruel. I love it! There are chains always padlocked around each of his ankles and a metal collar padlocked around his neck. His tiny chastity tube inescapably padlocked on, including a chain through his frenum piercing. The cane and whips are on a hook in the bedroom and often brought briefly into action for a number of reasons, or not so briefly, just because I can and I want the sexual arousal my cruelty brings me. The huge chasm between my lavish, satisfying and abundant, cuckolding sex-life, and his frustrating, frugal and barren one has got deeper still.
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