Roland went and fetched some equipment. He came back with a pair of leather wrist-cuffs which he quickly buckled onto Belinda. To the steel ring that held them together, he attached a long chain. He led Belinda out into the hallway. There was a small staircase leading to the upper floor. Roland locked the chain around the banisters to secure Belinda, and then he buckled a steel spreader bar to her ankles which held them about eighteen inches apart. Belinda’s long blonde hair was in a pony tail, and Roland twined a leather cord around it tightly and bound the cord to a wooden rail of the staircase, pulling her head back. He looked her up and down and almost absent-mindedly pinched one of her n*****s.
“You can play with her t**s while I get a few more items,” he said.
Rather shyly I approa
