“Shall we get started? Where is the young woman’s leash?” Mr. Green asked.
“Oh, yes. I must’ve left it back at the hotel. I didn’t think I needed it,” Mr. Curtis replied.
“I’m a Dom from the old school, Curtis. I believe a proper submissive must have a leash attached to her collar and be led by it. She should feel the leather against her flesh at all times. No worries. There are extra leashes in all the rooms. Let me grab one.”
Mr. Green took a leash hanging from a nail in the wall and snapped it onto Ju-Won’s collar. He led her a few feet across the room and sat down in an armchair next to the spanking bench.
Anxious, deprived of sight, Ju-Won called John’s name out softly, hoping he hadn’t left the room. John wanted to answer in the worst way to assure her he was close by, but he kne
