Chapter Eight
Still naked, his hands cuffed behind him, his neck enclosed in the embrace of a leather collar and leash, Robin followed Tabitha out of the dungeon room and on to the next stage of his torture. She held the leash casually over her shoulder, tugging him along. The twitch and sway of her pert ass in her swinging green skirt, the long stockinged legs revealed and emphasized by her high heeled boots, the toss of her soft blonde hair, all helped make her the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. He needed her badly, her body or simply her mercy. But neither was forthcoming. His c**k, now freed from its bizarre electric harness, was throbbing and sore from its prolonged erection and from the tantalizing nearness of the beautiful, teasing dominatrix. It dangled down, temporarily at
