Chapter Seventeen
Preparations For Her Habit
John
Danielles idea, like all good ones, was simplicity in itself. Hiding the two controlled young female slaves in such plain sight was sheer genius, I thought while I reached down and scooped the heavy garments into my arms. Christine and Antonia stood watching silently, their mitted hands and gloved arms hanging at their sides, only their looping sets of Reminder Chains swinging slightly while they danced daintily on the tips of their ballerina-toed boots. Danielle and I had both turned off our slaves hearing at the same time.
I grasped Christines leash and dragged her over to the wall. She, of course, had no option but to follow with tapping, short paces, when the leash tugged at her Bar. Once placed to my satisfaction, I ran a short
