Entry Two Dear Slut Diaries, I was straining against the ropes binding my legs, not trying to get loose, just appreciating the feeling against my skin. Daddy knew I craved true restriction, and he had definitely done that this time. I couldn’t move my legs at all, my calves and thighs tied together with my knees bent. I was stuck like this until Daddy released me… speaking of releases, I wondered when I would be allowed t...