“OK. Let’s get the tough part out of the way,” he said. “Step over to the frame.” He pointed to the heavy steel framework against the wall. I shook my head and whined, but of course, it did no good. He pulled the leash and I followed. The frame was cold and he spent several minutes attaching my small body to it in ways that convinced me that I was in for even more discomfort and pain. When he was finished, I was bound so well that nothing moved except my fingers and toes. My arms were back behind the frame’s cross bar, the bar against my back and in front of my elbows. My wrists were locked into strong metal cuffs welded to the cross bar. My collar was locked to an upright part of the frame and my legs were cuffed at the ankles and above the knee and then spread wide. Other metal bands hel
