Chapter Twenty-One
Fantasy Execution – Part Two
The next morning and each one after, including The Day, Thomas came to the cell, but the situation had changed. Now, Babs wore her own Steel Restraint and Discipline Harness. The only difference was that she was not fitted with the Spanish Trapezoid, but wore instead a very short hobble chain. He brought her into the cell, and I saw that she too was held a prisoner on chain leashes. Babs looked horribly frightened when she was pranced in, and I stared at her with sympathy. She had never, like me, wanted to wear a discipline and restraint harness, so it had come as a terrible shock when she’d awakened and found herself wearing a dungeon suit with the harness and cuffs already locked over it, sealing her inside! Her eyes, the only portion of
