The tug on the chain encouraged me to stand. The struggle was almost more than I could manage put the more he pulled the harder the clamps bit. It surprised me how much that motivated me. My legs still felt like jello, my body rubbery from the intense orgasm that had rocked me.

I stumbled as I finally got to my feet. The chain relaxed for a moment as I gained my balance. “Heal, girl.” The pain in my nipples intensified again with the sharp jerk accompanying his order. I hurried then realized I must move slow.

I couldn’t help what I was doing with this man, not that he was forcing me. It was the control his will exerted over me. I wanted to be his slave. I wanted to walk for him. I wanted to give him the trust he was demanding. If he freed me and opened the door I would have to struggle not to stay at his feet.

“No dawdling.” He said and gave a sharp tug. The pain in my shoulders became noticeable as I learned how to follow his pace the pain in my nipples having turned into an intense ache.

I wanted to hear him say well done. I was insane! “Good girl,” he crooned as I managed a turn. I felt the pleasure wash over me. Let me please you. I wanted to scream.

I could still taste him in my mouth. I could feel his seed dripping down my inner thighs.

“Pay attention girl,” he jerked harshly I moaned. I tried to wiggle my tongue but the ball was such an intrusion in my mouth. I had to pay attention to each footstep. We stopped under a large hook. I watched his hand raise the leash and loop it over. “Stay, girl, stay.”

He pulled the leash till my nipples felt the strain. He clipped it off and then walked out of my small range of vision.