She came over to the head of the bed, and stood behind his head.She came over to the head of the bed, and stood behind his head. The strong, heady scent of leather that has been used sexually wafted to his nostrils, making him slightly dizzy and arousing him more. "Raise your head, slave!" she commanded, grabbing a handful of his hair. Jeff lifted his head, and his Mistress buckled the collar around his neck. A faint click told him that she had locked it on. "Oh shit," he thought. "I really am her slave, now." Linda walked slowly towards the foot of the bed, and stopped when she came to his erect cock. She grabbed it with her left hand, squeezing it a few times. With her right, she wrapped the short strap around him, between his balls and his body. Pulling it tight enough that it couldn't be slipped off, she slipped the lock through the holes in the strap, and clicked it closed. Jeff knew that it would stay on until his Mistress removed it. Jeff noticed that it had a metal ring riveted to the end of it. "No..." he started to say. "Be quiet, slave, I haven't given you anything to 'No' about yet!" Linda said in a stern voice. Jeff shut up, and lay still. "Now, slave, we'll move to the dungeon." Grabbing the ring, she locked the two-foot section of chain to it. Holding him by this leash, she released his ankles and wrists from the cuffs. "Stand up, dog!" she snarled. Jeff stood up, being careful not to let the chain get tight and pull on his balls. As soon as he was on his feet, however, Linda tugged on the chain, leading him through the door and down a flight of stairs. "We must be going to the basement," Jeff thought as he walked down the steps. "Welcome to my dungeon, slave. I think you'll enjoy yourself. At least, I hope so," Linda said, giving the chain a jerk. "Oooph!" was all Jeff could say to that. They were in a brightly lit room, filled with various ticklers, bars, whips, and other things Jeff had never seen before. |