It could have been worse. It really could have. [This week’s story chapter]() was a little bit of a lull in the action (thankfully), and while this week’s assignment was no where near the [tortures I endured last week](), it was still less than pleasant. 24 hours I would need to spend in the same dress that I was in last week—24 hours gagged, in a super-stuffed diaper and heels with my largest breastforms in. It may not seem like it, but 24 hours can be a long time, especially when you’re gagged for it. Still, Mistress Katzenburg was gracious enough to allow me to avoid being locked in a closet for the full duration like my story counterpart was, so again, it could always be worse.
I was up at 6:00 AM yesterday, dressed and ready for my assignment, and 24 hours later I’m tired, I’m wet, I’m in desperate need of a shower, and I’m ready for this week’s assignment to be over. I’m just crossing my fingers that I can get off this easy for next week’s assignment as well. I can always hope, can’t I?