Zip Lined Fun - Part One

Sometimes, I have to wonder about the innate intelligence of my tormentors.  Why, I have to ask myself, when they want me to write write write about my experiences, do they then insist that to motivate me, I submit to invasive, constant, and distracting sexual torture?  Like Saturday.  On Saturday Kari told me to wear my triple vibroballs, all day, on high.  Unless I was writing, in which I