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Great job! If only you could produce some sort of a video of you struggling in these... :)

So I know I’ve been absent for a few weeks and that’s because I’ve been also busy with a little side project :) What you have on this picture is me becoming a victim of my own woodworking skills (shocking, a girl with a coping saw!).

Yes, I now have a pair of stocks! I couldn’t believe I was making these (isn’t it kind of ironic, me making a tool for my own punishment?) and there’s been a lot of measurements and some trial and error but in the end, here we go.

I decided to test them out and of course wanted to make the testing process more fancy, so that’s how you got this picture :) What you don’t see here is that my hands are cuffed behind my back and the key is hanging on a thread above them and most of the thread is frozen in ice. The usual ice release method. But it meant I couldn’t open the stocks and take my feet out until I got released.

Oh, there’s also a bag on my head and a gag under the bag. This is just so the passers-by who decided to punish me wouldn’t humanize me too much and wouldn’t be disturbed by my moans :) (The sensory deprivation also helped me imagine I was in the actual village stocks!)

Ah yes, while I do wear shoes outdoors now I still decided to go for more authenticity and took a barefoot walk through some puddles and mud just before coming back home. This is what would be done to the wench anyway before locking her bare feet in stocks.

Finally, just to spice it up, I decided to take out my camera and set it to snap pictures every minute. Sadly I messed up the orientation a bit so my feet look huuuuuge for some reason (and the head is cropped) but wow, was it exciting, heading the shutter snaps and imagining tourists taking pictures of me to share on social media…

So to sum up, here I was, handcuffed, gagged with drool dripping down my chin, with a bag over my head and my dirty bare feet restrained in the stocks for everyone to see, big toes tied so that I wouldn’t be able to move them away from whatever torture (complete with a price list!) avaited me.

I think this might have actually been one of my bucket list items!

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Wow! *picks up guitar*

Emlalock, Day 20 -- Story Time

(Here are the rules of the Emlalock challenge and here’s the tag you can follow it on. Here’s my feed.)

So I realise that you guys have been expecting a Story Time today but what happened a few days ago was that I (re)discovered this amazing song from a Mr Robot episode (Highwayman by Johnny Cash) and inspiration struck me. It’s a story about 3 men who weren’t historically consequential and met their ends in unfair ways. Why can’t we have a song to the same extent that’s more relevant to our hobby? And hopefully that’s 4 stories for the price of one as well :)

Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you my own version of Highwayman, to be sung to the tune of the original song!

I was a princess once. A lord was asking for my hand, And I declined the Lord’s demand, Then he got mad and told the Church I was a witch, They dragged me to the dungeons while the crowds cried “Bitch!” And now my body’s tortured every single day But I will never sway.

I was a peasant girl. The times were tough, I had to steal Just so that I could have a meal, But one day I got caught with my ill-gotten gains, So they replaced my shoes with heavy iron chains, And I’m now on a slave ship headed to the East But I’m alive at least.

I was adventuring, stopped in a tavern for a drink, Got in a fight and didn’t think That I’d get locked in stocks and have my bare feet whipped. And that they’d kick me out of town with my feet stripped. So now my dirty soles are tortured by this ground, And rumours get around… They always get around.. and around and around and around and around and around.

I’m an accountant. I’m in the year 2016 And when I’m bored of my routine, I fantasise about the times already past Perhaps tonight I’ll try those shackles on at last, And play the role of the imprisoned Anne Boleyn But I’ll put on these chains And I’ll be back again, and again and again and again and again…

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Following this live and thinking about what you might be experiencing right now makes it so exciting!

RATC, 1 hour in.

This is a scheduled post.

(Here are the rules of the Emlalock challenge and here’s the tag you can follow it on. Here’s my feed.)

If you’re reading this, I still haven’t managed to get home and stop these posts from publishing :)

The park I’ve stashed my keys in is about 9km away and the road to it involves going through some urban bits and then the countryside with some… rough terrain along the way. A normal, shod person would be able to walk this distance, as I said, in about 1.5 hours, but my situation is different.

On one hand, I’m barefoot and my soles are still quite tender after all the bastinado you’ve been forcing me to do so the terrain will get more and more painful for me over time. On the other hand, I have some very good motivation in the form of my challenge time continuing to increase by 1 hour every minute (assuming the program doesn’t break, by now I should have had 60 hours, or 2.5 days, added to my time!)

I guess I wanted to replicate the experience of a runaway slavegirl who’s motivated to run as fast as possible despite all the pain by similar things. Barefoot, hungry, in simple clothing, without any possessions, without anybody she can trust. And as I sit here preparing these posts before heading off to do this challenge, I think I will manage to do it!

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Amazing story! And are you saying you haven’t experienced any of these things?!

N-R-T-S Barefoot Saturday Night

This is a scheduled post.

(Here are the rules of the Emlalock challenge and here’s the tag you can follow it on. Here’s my feed.)

We are 30 minutes into the RATC challenge and by this point I should be well on my way to the park where I stashed the keys to my flat, as each minute I’m not back home is another hour added to my challenge time.

So while I’m out and about, please enjoy this amazing story by @jeansbound! While my Saturday night was not as exciting (yet!), thanks a lot for the submission!

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I admit to causing 10 of those 200 cane strikes over the last few days, and recognize it may cause a quieter summer Saturday night than you may otherwise like. So here’s a story inspired by your barefoot pub visit (which I am very impressed by):

Your friend calls you and asks to come out to the pub again, and you know that you should go out: it’s good to be out on Saturday evening, and the tingle of being barefoot only comes when you do it in public. So you say you’ll meet her over there soon.  Your feet ache from 110 more cane strikes today, that built on top of 90 just 2 days ago, but it shouldn’t be noticed by anyone, besides how gingerly your walking just to get to the other room to find an outfit in the closet. 

You decide upon a nice pair of jeans, even rolling them up a little to make sure your feet are visible, a cute top, and even three toe rings so that there will likely be at least a few people that notice your bare feet.  Fortunately, the bar is just around the block, but nonetheless the walk over there is slow because each step is a new torment. 

Your friend is already there, and she has a stool next to her that she’s kept available for you, and is half way through a pint when you arrive. She doesn’t notice your bare feet, nor does the bartender, who simply asks for your order and pours you a pint.  You realize the stool is nice for a modern barefoot slavegirl: your feet cannot touch the floor anyway, and that freedom seems to encourage mindless foot play while conversing with your friend.  It does cross your mind that maybe a gentleman (or lady) at one of the tables is paying attention to the show you’re putting on, but you don’t know for sure. 

Part way through your second pint a woman on her way out with her guy stops a foot away from you, interrupts your conversation and says “Thank you, you little tease, for getting my husband all worked up with your barefoot display. He couldn’t stop staring, so I promised I’d let him do to my feet what I know he wants to do to yours, if he promised to do things I like. Hope you get similarly lucky.”

Her statement wasn’t a shout, but your friend heard it all too, causing her to look down and see you barefoot at a bar, again, and causing you to blush when she asked the obvious question “What’s up with you not wearing shoes when you go out - it’s the second time this week?”

You stammer something about your feet taking a real beating today, so you didn’t want to wear heels, and you need to replace your broken flip-flops but haven’t done it yet. 

She just smiles at you, and comments that the toe rings and rolled up jeans would seem to indicate you’re on the prowl to meet a ‘foot guy’ tonight.  She then gets up to go to the ladies room, saying “Let me give you a few minutes to let your kinky lover reveal himself, ha ha”

Almost on cue a new pint arrives in front of you, and you mention you didn’t order another, but the bartender says it was from the gentleman at the table behind you. You look back, he looks pleasant and you smile at him, and see him smile back, but can tell he was just staring at your feet and looked up only as he noticed you turn. You wiggle your toes a little and make a gesture regarding your friend. He nods and you face the bar again, but focus on providing a little show with your feet for your new admirer.

Your friend returns, sees the new, nearly full, pint and laughs. You mention that this did come courtesy of your bare feet, and she says that she was planning on heading out anyway, so you should go talk with him. She, of course, wants you to point him out, and she slyly takes a look and gives her approval.  She just says to make sure he stays above the neck and below the ankles tonight. You both laugh and bid goodbye. 

You take your gift pint over to your benefactor’s table and sit down across from him.  He noticed you walking gingerly the few steps from bar to table, and tells you he gives a really good foot rub if you’d like one while you two converse.  You shock even yourself with how quickly you place your feet up on his knee, careful with placement to not to be too forward, but giving him the opportunity to rub those feet.  Saturday night for No Right To Shoes just got very interesting indeed…

I certainly hope your Saturday night is/was this interesting, and in either event that you find the story entertaining.  Thank you for entertaining all of us with your challenge.  And of course, I could continue the tale past your initial meeting if you’d like :)  Or maybe you’ll want to do so.

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RATC begins!

This is a scheduled post.

(Here are the rules of the Emlalock challenge and here’s the tag you can follow it on. Here’s my feed.)

If you’re reading this, that means I’ve started my Race Against The Clock. But instead of bondage I decided to make it a proper race.

Earlier today, I took the train to a nearby park and hid a spare set of keys to my flat there. Right now, I’ve just locked myself out of it. I’m standing outside with nothing to my name – my wallet, my keys, my phone, my train tickets, everything is locked inside. The only thing I have on me is my clothes, my bare feet and that dastardly chain I locked around my left ankle yesterday.

What else is happening inside my flat is that my computer makes a call to the EmlaLock API every minute to add one hour to my challenge time – see the feed here. And the only way I can stop it is to run back to that park, get the spare set of keys and run back. I can’t take the train, the bus or any sort of public transport as I don’t have any money on me!

At normal walking speed, the park is about 1.5 hours’ walk away, so that’s a round-trip time of 3 hours, which would result in 3 * 60 / 24 = 10 days added to my time. So if I don’t want to do that, I should be running by now. Or perhaps another method like hitchhiking or just taking the bus and trying to dodge the fare? Will I want to choose short-term humiliation or longer time for my challenge? Watch this space!

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Emlalock -- day 5.

(Here are the rules of the Emlalock challenge and here’s the tag you can follow it on. Here’s my feed.)

Can’t believe it’s day 5 of my challenge!

So you all might be wondering how I managed to administer 110 bastinado strikes on my poor bare soles. The truth is, I didn’t. I was basically not able to bear it after 30 strikes since I had to go through the same thing a couple of days ago and my feet still aren’t able to bear such pain.

And yes, I know ancient slavegirls wouldn’t have this kind of choice. So I’m going to compromise and ask you to devise a payment plan for me on the balance of 110-30 = 80 strikes. You get to choose from these options (all of these are on top of any other bastinado punishments I will receive during the challenge):

Option 1: Instead of 80, do 110 strikes, all in 1 day.

Option 2: Daily interest rate of 40% – so if I don’t do anything at all my balance will increase like 80, 112, 157, 220… and if I do 30 strikes a day, it will be 80, 70, 56, 36, 9 (which is, as you can see, more than the 110!). The balance is to be paid in full at the end of the challenge.

Option 3: a flat 20 bastinado strikes per day (remember, this is on top of whatever other punishments the Wheel gives me!) until the challenge ends.

Please vote at http://www.strawpoll.me/10816900 until the end of tomorrow!

Now, another thing I had to deal with was the Chain roll on the Wheel of Misfortune, which involves me locking a chain around one of my extremities (I have a few lengths of chain and some padlocks the keys to which are locked inside my magic wardrobe with all of my footwear – so I won’t be able to access those until the end of the challenge!).

So I thought I would have some sort of an order for these Chain rolls and decided to start with my left ankle – I didn’t add a slave bell like @agricola1964 would have suggested but that’s for future rolls!

Ah, of course, it’s that time of the day again and you’re waiting for the next two Wheel of Misfortune rolls! Great! 

So I get on my knees (somehow this is what I feel like doing when the Wheel is about to spin) with the irremovable chain around my ankle and click. And the first one… is… Double Spin?! So now I need to do 3 spins and add the results up. Amazing.

Okay, the next one is… RATC. So that’s a Race Against The Clock. What will happen, for those who haven’t seen this before, is I will tomorrow set up a program to add 1 hour to my EmlaLock time using the API every minute. Why wouldn’t I just stop it? Well, I will be tied up in selfbondage. Every minute that I am not able to get out of it and stop the ticking of the clock is another hour to my life as a slave. I’ve done this before – see this tag – with sad results, so no idea what will happen this time.

Two spins to go.

Bastinado 5*. Okay, this is not funny. Likes/reblogs to this post will again be added to my bastinado balance, fivefold – but the interest rate or whatever you guys decide won’t start counting until tomorrow.

One more spin.

Please.

Whew! Plus 1 hour and wow, it could have been a lot worse!

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5 strikes for each like/reblog? How could I not reblog! And how could I not encourage everyone else to reblog so that you get what you deserve?!

Emlalock Challenge: Day 1

(Here are the rules of the Emlalock challenge and here’s the tag you can follow it on. Here’s my feed.)

Wow, I missed this feeling.

And looks like I made the right decision to disable the roulette on the requirement link! The clicks were split 19/1 in favour of adding and removing 12 hours from my sentence, respectively (I like to think the 1 charitable person who took 12 hours away just misclicked :D). I now have about 8.5 days left from my challenge.

As you remember, my Wheel of Misfortune challenge for today was spending 2 hours in a public place – which wasn’t too difficult to find: I headed into the nearby shopping mall. It was around midday and all kinds of people were there, from retirees to stay-at-home mums with their toddlers to office workers who popped out for lunch. So I hope that was public enough!

At first I was so ashamed I didn’t dare look anywhere but at my own bare feet slapping on the marble floors, afraid to meet eyes with a free person, but soon I kind of realised that there’s no use doing that and just wandered aimlessly around the mall. I even dared go into a couple of bookshops and a stationery shop and also briefly entertained the thought of going into a Primark (think… like a UK version of the KMart, a chain of discount stores) and attempting to buy some flip-flops and then pretending I couldn’t afford them… but decided against it :)

And miraculously, nobody made any degrading/mocking comments. It was quite hot here today so perhaps my choice of footwear was very appropriate.

So right now I’m about to spin the Wheel of Misfortune twice. First spin…

…is Chill Out – I have to get a tub of ice and stand in it until it melts. Shouldn’t be too difficult given this hot weather. Number two…

Oops, Bastinado 5*. So I’m supposed to give myself five lashes on my bare soles for each like/reblog this post gets for the next 24 hours.

…I guess don’t like or reblog this post? :)

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EmlaLock challenge: day 5

(my EmlaLock feed is here)

Today’s day 5 of my life as a barefoot slavegirl but it actually is starting to feel like it’s been always like this for me.

The random roll for today was 10 – so that means I didn’t have any specific challenges to do today. But I still had the original EmlaLock Wheel of Fortune to judge my fate and of course that bumped the time up by 1 day, essentially negating my work for the day. But such is the live of a slave, I guess.

In other news, I decided to try and sleep in restraints this one night just for the sake of it. I mean, I’m doing this for the experience of finding out what a life for a medieval/ancient/fantasy world slavegirl would be like and spending her night with her feet and hands shackled would be something that would happen to her.

So I locked my trusty shackles on my ankles and cuffed my hands behind my back, then managed to hobble to my bed and lie down on it. Getting the blanket over myself was difficult but then I realised a captive slave probably wouldn’t have a blanket so I threw it on the ground.

At first, I couldn’t fall asleep since my heart was racing so much and because I couldn’t put my hands up near my head like I usually sleep. But after about half an hour I slowly started drifting into unconsciousness.

I kept waking up every few hours I think because of the shackles tugging on my ankles and the chains rattling occasionally. You’d guess this was frustrating (and it was!) but one cool thing that happened to me was that my dreams were more vivid and I could remember them better.

In fact, if you’ve heard of lucid dreaming (where you are aware that you’re dreaming and can control the dream), one way to induce such a dream is by waking up in the middle of the night and then lying down still until you go back into REM sleep, which is what I tried.

I woke up in a forest, blue skies above me and nothing but trees around me. I looked at my body – I was wearing a doublet leather vest, a pair of sturdy pants and a pair of boots. In my hand was a bow. I think I was a huntress, tracking down some sort of a prey. I kept creeping through the woods, looking around me for any danger.

I soon reached an abandoned stronghold – no sign of anybody occupying it. I walked around it a few times to ensure nobody was manning the walls. Nope. I decided to enter, knowing that people don’t clear them out completely when abandoning them. Perhaps I could find some weapons or jewelry that I would be able to sell on the market.

It was cold and dark inside the main building. Why was this place abandoned? I lit up my torch and looked around. A staircase was leading down into the basement and I decided to follow.

The staircase led into a dark room, which on exploration turned out to be the stronghold dungeon. Empty as well, with some cells by the side and a torture rack in the middle. Good thing they took away their prisoners with them. I waved the torch around some more. Ah.

One thing they didn’t take with them was all the torture tools and restraints. One wall was covered with fetters, shackles, iron masks, maces, whips and all kinds of things you would find in a dungeon. A pile of rags was lying on the ground, probably the clothing to replace what the prisoners would usually wear. There was also a chest in the corner which I examined – there was a nice fancy dress in there and a pair of shoes, as well as a beautiful golden ring. It must have belonged to a woman who had the misfortune to be imprisoned here.

I walked towards the wall and touched a pair of shackles. They were cold and rusty and rough to the touch. Must have been used a lot before. They were not the permanent kind, there was a pair of padlocks on each shackle. Were the keys there as well? I found a massive keychain on the hook next to the shackles, a few dozen keys on it. One must fit, and it did. The shackles were fully operational. I’ve no idea why they left them here, but they would fetch a nice price with the blacksmith as well. On, the life of a scavenger.

I took down some more restraints: the keychain had a key for each one of them. There was even an iron mask there, a scold’s bridle I think it’s called. I looked at all the loot and suddenly a mischievous thought went into my mind.

I couldn’t sell these things without testing them first.

So I tried to wrap one shackle around my ankle, but to no avail: my boots were too thick and I couldn’t close the shackle. Fine. I sat down on the ground and removed my left boot, the air of the dungeon washing over my bare foot. I took the shackle again and wrapped it around my ankle, slightly shuddering at the feeling of cold metal around my skin. I found the padlock on the side and squeezed it. Click.

I tugged on the shackle but to no avail. I guess it was working. I put the key into the padlock and turned it. Click. My ankle was free again.

Now, I’ve no idea what I was thinking at that point. I locked my ankle again, removed my second boot and wrapped the shackle around my right ankle. Click. Amazing. I looked at my locked bare feet, with the chain lying on the ground between them. I tried to spread my legs but they could only go one foot apart before the chain stopped me.

I stood up and walked around in the dungeon, my bare soles slapping on the floor and the chain rattling. Is this what the girl in the dungeon felt like? I remembered her dress in the chest…

I think I woke up at this point and tried to fall asleep again, which was difficult as my heart was beating with excitement at what I’d just seen. But soon I started succeeding…

I was now standing in the middle of the dungeon again, no restraints on me. Instead I was wearing one of the filthy rags from the pile. I had no underwear and no shoes on me.

I bent down again and confidently locked the fetters on my ankles. Then I picked up the scold’s bridle. I wrapped it around my head, opened my mouth and put the tongue under the press. I closed the bridle and locked it as well. Now my mouth was humiliatingly open all the time yet I couldn’t speak.

Then I picked up the shackles. They had a chain that would connect to my fetters, meaning my hands would be locked at waist level. I locked the chain with the one between my ankles. Now the final piece. I wrapped the shackles around my wrists, one by one, and snapped them shut.

I walked around a bit, not believing what I did just now. My hands were indeed at waist level and I couldn’t pull them up, in fact I had to bend a bit when walking. My tongue was still pressed down and saliva slowly started dripping from my mouth. The coarse shift was rubbing against my skin and my ankles had already started aching from the metal beating against them.

Well, that was fun. It was now time to get back to business. I hobbled to the keychain which was still hanging off of the hook.

Shit.

The hook was a good few inches above my head. I couldn’t reach it with my hands since they were chained down. I tried jumping up to kick the keychain down with my head, but it was too high for me…

…I woke up again in cold sweat, breathing rapidly, my hands still shackled behind me. The day was dawning, it was about 6am. It took me a couple minutes to calm down and realise that I wasn’t a barefoot prisoner stuck in a medieval dungeon…

I was a barefoot prisoner stuck in the modern world :)

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Amazing! I think walking on gravel a few minutes a day would be well for you to remind of your status!

Emlalock challenge: Day 3

Yep, this is day 3 of my life as a lowly barefoot slavegirl. The “emergency” appeal yesterday had 18 notes by midnight, so that kept this challenge going as I added 18 hours to my time – I also got a few more new followers (welcome aboard!) and added myself 100 minutes for each one of them.

The random draw for today was 7, so according to my “wheel of misfortune” that means I didn’t have to do anything bad today :) But even right now I still have about 18-19 hours to go in my slavery so by the time the next random roll comes at midnight the time might still get increased.

It’s funny, actually – I’m pretty much now used to quick runs barefoot to a corner store to get food for breakfast/dinner (I don’t really eat lunch) even if there are some passers-by to observe my peril: I expected to be ashamed of being barefoot but if I accept the fact I can’t really wear shoes anyway I feel more… at peace, I guess? It’s sort of like deep inside I realise that I’m of a different class than all the other people that are wearing shoes but I’m not sure if the feeling would go away if my feet were dressed or it’s a natural state for me :D

So today I decided to go for a little walk in the park – I had also been ordered, as punishment for wearing jeans on my first day and not skirts like ancient slavegirls would, to walk barefoot on gravel for about half an hour and it was a good opportunity to do so.

Not sure what really to tell you about this. I got out of my house as usual and walked to a park nearby: I have one really close to my house, 15 minutes’ walk. It took 20 minutes in my case, clearly a consequence of my (lack of) footwear!

I again didn’t meet many people on my way there, it was about 11am, shortly after most sane people would have gone to work and before they would go out for lunch. Yet the park was full of kids, retirees and a few young people. I would actually fit in as a few of them weren’t wearing shoes – but of course they always were able to put them back on. Unlike me.

So I walked to that gravel spot, sometimes following the pavement, sometimes going on the grass to feel its blades between my toes. The gravel spot, by the way, isn’t really a spot as much as it’s a section of the road between the park and the nearby fields that lead to farmlands. I think whoever owns that land covered that path in gravel since it was just dirt a couple of years ago and would turn to mud whenever it rained. Fun, but hell for the farm machinery.

The gravel road was about a kilometer or two long – ordinarily I would be able to cover that distance in ten minutes, but not today. The place was remote enough that I would sometimes try and brave that path in bare feet where nobody would ever see me, but this time the challenge was different – I would set on the path and walk it to the end.

And I did. At first it was almost laughably easy as I strolled on the gravel, but very soon my soles started getting more and more sore so I had to slow down and watch where I walk so that the sharp ends wouldn’t dig into my soles.

But even that stopped working after a while. I soon found myself standing in one spot, using my one foot to try the rocks out and only making a step when I was sure that I wouldn’t be hurt too much. Despite that, every step was a torture in itself.

At some point I even contemplated going back, but I realised I was in the middle of the path – and there were deep ditches either side of the path so that wasn’t an option. I had literally trapped myself and there was no way I could stop this apart from crawling around on all fours.

I’ve no idea how I managed to make it to the end of the path – the second half took a few times as much time as the first one! By the end of my ordeal I was almost crying at the torture I’ve inflicted on myself. Luckily nobody decided to traverse the same gravel path as I wouldn’t be able to outrun them so funnily enough I had understood the reason why prisoners and slaves are kept barefoot by experiencing it myself!

I had to take a break and sit down by the side of the path once I was done for a few minutes – and indeed getting over the gravel path took me about 50 minutes. Amazingly, I didn’t cut my soles (but I did take some band-aids and hydrogen peroxide in case I did) so I proceeded directly home, slower than usual – but I’m sure my soles will be good as new tomorrow!

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Bondage feet

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Forever sounds good enough :) not clicking yet!

The EmlaLock update is here but it’s just a few bugfixes, which means it’s time for me to proceed with my challenge without any alterations. For those of you not interested in reading flavour text, scroll down past the massive header for the key points ;)

I arrive home and kick off my shoes for the last time in what might be several months to come. The cool breeze from the open window runs over my bare feet. I grab the combination lock from the table without looking at it, throw my shoes into the wardrobe and slap the lock on it.

Click.

The rest of my footwear is already inside the wardrobe. I take a deep breath and scramble the combination on the padlock. Now there’s no way I’m accessing my footwear unless I know the combination: it’s a 6-dial combo lock, industrial grade. It would take days to crack it. A shiver runs down my spine. There’s only one way I can unlock the lock.

I wrote down the combination code in a picture several weeks ago, stored on my computer. I’ve now uploaded it to EmlaLock, a chastity website – but of course this is not a chastity game and I’m happy about it as my hand slowly starts reaching under my skirt. I quickly stop it. There’s still a long way to go.

I click start on the EmlaLock session. I don’t really care about what’s happening there – I’ve set all the parameters previously. Now there’s one thing left to do.

Now only EmlaLock and my computer have the key to my freedom. One of them will have to go. I open up a secure wipe program and select the picture of the combination, the only way I can get some shoes on my feet. I click the delete button. A confirmation appears.

If I click yes, there’s no turning back, the file on disk will be overwritten with a random sequence of bits with no chance of recovery. I could cancel it. I could click no and walk away from all of this. This is a completely stupid idea and there’s no reason I would proceed with it. I feel the carpet with my toes. My heart is beating like crazy.

Click.

The progress bar shows up on the screen. In a flash, the file has been deleted forever.

I take a deep breath, trying not to panic. I look at my bare feet. I scramble around my apartment, trying to find any thing I can put on them, but to no avail. Every pair of footwear I own had been locked away from me.

THE EMLALOCK CHALLENGE IS ON!

The vote to punish me for postponing the challenge seems to be evenly split between bastinado and upping my time: http://www.strawpoll.me/10573174/r – so I’ll do both! :) The original post now has 8 notes, so that’s how many canings my bare soles have just received and that’s how many hours I’ve added to my starting time (from 6 days 22 hours 40 minutes up to 7 days 6 hours and 40 minutes).

I’ve set the maximum duration till about the beginning of September (yes, I’ve that little to do this summer :)) but am hoping it won’t come as far :)

I’m in between jobs currently so am living off of savings – so I’m on a budget and the budget doesn’t really include shoes. Of course nothing prevents me from buying some  trashy flip-flops but hey, there was always supposed to be some degree of trust :)

I’ve added requirement links too! I won’t be released until the requirement link has been clicked the required amount of times so I had to think about what amount I should put there. I managed to get 15 fairly easily last time I did this in February in about 2 days, so this time I decided to make it more interesting and went for 40 :P But in this case I made the options random: 1 day is added or removed from my time when the requirement link is clicked.

I’ve also set up a Wheel of Fortune requirement to be played once a day, set for a random draw of Add 6 hours, Add 12 hours, Add 1 day, Subtract 1 day or Subtract 12 hours. If I don’t play the WoF in a day, I’ll have 12 hours added to my time.

I’ve given an emergency password to my friend that will terminate my session – while I didn’t tell her what I was doing I told her to not give me the password until I did and make sure I paid for it, so I hope I don’t have to use it :)

I’ve decided against locking down my fridge or my water supply for now like a fan had suggested – but there’s nothing preventing me from doing that later on since I’ve some diverse unlocked padlocks whose keys are in the wardrobe waiting for purpose ;)

I guess that’s it! I’ve enough supplies to survive for tonight and tomorrow… well, tomorrow it’s going to be an interesting day :) Right now, I’ve about one week to go as a lowly barefoot slavegirl and it’s likely to get worse for me. For now I’ll go away and ponder about my status in life as well as think up any future challenges I can do. And maybe also pay tribute to the fact I didn’t lock myself in a chastity belt!

Oh yes! The feed is available here: https://www.emlalock.com/?page=user&feedid=1dtymrz5sq and my requirement link (of which I have to gather 40!) is here: https://www.emlalock.com/?page=req&id=uhr79xprl8onlo8qz1py Please click my requirement links or… I’ll have to stay barefoot forever?

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some additional things to add to your challenge

First of all - finding a way for your followers to add time to your challenge is a god thing .. after all you should get used to living as a barefoot slave.

All the other ideas are also great - you 8or we) should just find a workable combination.

Here are my ideas

First: I really think that you should have to wear an ankle chain with a bell all the time - people should get a good chance noticing what you are.

Second: make sure that you will have to go into the public often. Being noticed and getting used being noticed as a barefoot slave is good for you.

Empty your fridge and food storage - or lock them closed (chain around the fridge and padlock it?) This way you will have to go shopping  daily - additinally you could do this: Put your daily food allowance into a closed envelope makred with the day you are allowed to open it. That way you cannot stock up on food and hide yourself in the house for the next days. (or if you do you will soon have to fast - hey - I should sell that idea as the next hollywood diet craze 8)

Can we find other things that might force you out of the house daily? Hmm - is there a public swimming pool closeby? Or do you have a membership with a gym that also offers showers and sauna and such? if yes, you could turn off your water (at least the hot water) … you would now have to go to the swimming pool or gym daily to get a chance to shower.

If your keyholder sends you a letter every day - a registered letter, so that you have to walk to the post office to collect it. The letter contains a key, or part of a unlocking code.

Perhaps some other reader might have more ideas?

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Thanks! @no-right-to-shoes some good ideas here, perhaps you should take some on board? I especially love the no-food-in-fridge rule :)

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Very good ideas! I’d add:

Don’t forget the requrement links/EmlaLock games! It would be fun to see you begging for somebody to click those once you’re a few days into your challenge ;) and randomness is also good

Perhaps write “property of <lucky follower>” on the top of your foot with a pen so that it draws comments and stares from the passers-by?

Bastinado should also feature somewhere, we all know how you love it!

Maybe consider investing in some more restraints? Perhaps a gag to wear at home or an actual collar?

Only have yourself referred to as “Slave” during the challenge/some days and only refer to others as Master/Mistress?

Public humiliation should definitely be there, no matter how much you’re scared of it :P. Or things like you did where you would get a one-way ticket a few miles away from home and would have to walk back, this time without a girl to donate her shoes to you :)

That’s all I’ve thought of for now -- perhaps some people who’ve been active in your previous challenges can suggest something?

Emlalock challenge: idea gathering

So I have been preparing for my ultimate challenge in which I lock all my footwear away for at least 10000 minutes (for those of you new to this blog: I’ve done this a few times before but for at most two days so that I didn’t have to leave my house: http://no-right-to-shoes.tumblr.com/post/133192894230/emlalock-chastity-belt-time-delay-keyholding)

I bought a few small padlocks and lengths of chain. I’m thinking of locking the keys to these in the wardrobe with all of my shoes and locking the chains on one by one as the challenge progresses, first say the ankles (as a pair of slave anklets :)), then the wrists, then the neck. Perhaps this could be punishment for failing some intermediate challenges during my challenge.

I also have a pair of handcuffs and some ankle cuffs (modern) – though I obviously won’t be able to lock them on myself for the whole challenge, these can spice things up for a day or two :)

I could reuse ideas from this challenge where I would change my clothing/behaviour on Tumblr for a given day based on a dice roll (also say add time to my challenge).

I’ve been looking at the EmlaLock API and it seems like I can fairly easily add a given number of seconds to my time just by clicking a link. This can interact well with other challenges. Maybe adding an hour for every new follower I get during the challenge?

I could also use Race Against The Clock as a way to start off my challenge (imagine struggling, hogtied, as every minute a program automatically adds an hour to the time you have to spend barefoot :)) or again to have some fun in between.

Perhaps having to write essays about my barefoot life is a good daily challenge?

Some public humiliation, I guess, though I’m terrified of that. For example, trying to buy a pair of flip-flops but not having enough cash to afford them or getting kicked out of a restaurant for not following the dress code.

Feel free to send me more ideas! I’ve already had some good ones (and some of them are here!) but there’s so much further this can go! :P

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