Chapter Eleven
Last Orgasm
That evening, Thomas came into the dungeon and fed me my dinner, which was very unusual. When I was done and we’d talked a while, he stood behind me while I remained sitting on the hard stool in front of the computer table. I sat quietly with my wrist separator bar resting across my thighs just above the bright bands that confined and joined them, having to stare straight ahead because of the confinement of the head cage and collar, wondering what was going to happen. Thomas took a strong grip on my neck leash and lifted me off the seat then partially into the air, making me feel his power and control while I danced on tiptoe, choking and whimpering.
“Come, Girl!” he said commanding, almost harshly. “You’re going to give me sex.”
Wearing my harness and chains
